It's over.
The female investigator opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling in Brown Murphy's room.
"Cough, cough..."
She began to cough gently, and slowly sat up from the recliner, stretched her arm to her neck, and pressed the button on the neural link device to detach it.
"How's it going?!"
The agent colleague beside her, with bloodshot eyes, aimed his gun at Brown Murphy on the bedroom recliner and anxiously asked the female investigator, "What happened in the data world?!"
The female investigator shook her head, not rushing to answer, and glanced at the clock on the wall.
2:15:32 PM, less than thirty seconds since she was knocked unconscious by the battle's aftermath.
"Help me... up."
The female investigator staggered to her feet, wobbled toward the bedroom, grabbed the gun from her companion, and aimed it at Li Ang's head.
Should I shoot?
