"Sir, all our people have lost contact."
In the villa in B City, a slender, pale-faced person stood behind the crime boss from last night, speaking with utmost respect.
"Sigh, they are all useless trash." This time he didn't speak in his raspy voice, but in his real voice, which was gentle like a youth's: "Did you watch the live broadcast yesterday?"
"I did, that person who appeared at the end, he's our target."
"A policeman?"
"Yes."
"It seems they've finally established a special department," Red Demon sighed deeply, "Can we communicate with him?"
"I don't know; we can't get close to him now."
"Find someone to approach him and try, don't provoke him yet. If we can make him identify with our philosophy, that would be the best outcome. If not, we should draw a clear line and avoid any conflict as much as possible."
"Yes, I will choose someone right away."
