And the level of this girl's painting also surprised him. In the night, after glancing at those men, not only could she remember their faces, but she could paint them clearly. It was awesome!
"This is the portrait of the man with the Hongkou City accent. He has a wound, which should be on his waist. When he got off the motorcycle, he consciously put his hand on the right side of his waist." Ye Jian handed this silhouette sketch to Xia Jinyuan's hand. "There are three more. Wait a moment."
Concentrated, the look in Ye Jian's eyes was calm and cold. When the pencil in her hand was drawing, a faint cold glint flashed in her eyes. "I checked the wounded soldier's pistol. It was a QSZ92 semi-automatic pistol with a total of fifteen bullets, and only one bullet was fired."
"If this bullet hit the man who had the Hongkou accent, then he should still be in the hotel for the time being."
