No one could have imagined that after America kept its promise to take out P·B's eye in the sky, Hafali would actually walk right into the trap...
What was even more unexpected was that the vehicle that delivered Hafali to Washington was actually an ambulance.
The man in the records, who was one meter eighty-five tall, strong, and charismatic, was gone. In his place was a cancer patient at death's door.
Late-stage lung cancer had so deformed Hafali that he no longer resembled a human being, which is why America turned the country upside down and still couldn't find him.
This guy had been receiving palliative care in a Washington hospital all along, but no one could believe he was a terrorist.
For those eager to resolve the dirty bomb crisis, such a voluntary surrender left them at a loss.
What to do?
The current Hafali looked as if he could die at any moment...
Interrogation?
Who would dare lay a finger on him?
