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Watching the vehicle drive off again, Song Yun stood in place and took a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
He had originally thought that with his wife being pregnant, he could finally quit smoking slowly, but now there were so many things on his mind that he had a headache and could only relieve his tight nerves through these things.
"Is that really him?"
This question continuously circled in Song Yun's mind. Mo Huanqing was not an individual; behind him stood a robust organizational structure. The fake Mo Huanqing on the car just now was very likely a smokescreen the enemy organization released, intentionally getting captured to try and kill everyone on the bus!
Fortunately, the SUV could withstand the pressure of several hundred pounds of explosives, so everyone ended up safe and sound.
"Bastard! If I catch the person in charge, I swear I'll tear you into a thousand pieces!"
Song Yun angrily crushed his cigarette butt as he spoke.
