"Old Cat received, White Cat, please speak," Ziwen's eyes showed a hint of burning passion.
"The rat should hurry back to the nest, the rat should hurry back to the nest," the voice in the earpiece was a bit excited, as those monitoring knew the ultimate action was about to begin.
"Old Cat understands, Old Cat understands," Ziwen glanced at his watch, calculating precisely. In 5 minutes, the convoy would appear at the highway exit.
Ziwen said to Zhou Qing with a smile, "The rat is coming, buddy, time to get to work again."
"Check your gear!" Zhou Qing didn't mince words, issuing commands to the two assault team members in the back seat.
At this moment, the shrill siren of a police car faintly approached— authoritative, stunning. Ziwen exhaled a breath of warm air, damn, it was finally happening.
