A convoy of four Jeeps drove out of the fourth People's Hospital of Central city's No. 7 satellite city. They braved the drizzling rain and drove onto the main road of the satellite city. The car's light emitted a cold and strong light, penetrating the curtain of rain.
In the car, the middle-aged man was carefully wiping a gun with a black towel.
There was a silver box on his lap, and four magazines were neatly placed on the plate.
Ding ...
The car phone kept ringing. The Secretary picked up a few and finally pulled the line.
"Because it involves qingang, many parties hope that we won't rush there."
The Secretary summarized the content of the call and said to the middle-aged man.
when more and more people get involved, will I still have the chance to shoot these bullets into his body? "
The Secretary could only respond with silence.
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