The next two days were quiet, as if nothing had happened, but the more peaceful it was, the more suffocating it was before the storm.

At six o'clock this morning, Song Guoxin woke up punctually in his small room. It was a good habit he had developed as early as in the army. It took only ten minutes for him to wash and dress neatly. The dignified Minister of Security was going to lead the morning training.

He walked to the door of the hotel and was about to whistle, but was shocked by the scene before him.

The whole southeastern city is covered by a haze like crossing a...