By the time Xiang Chuan and his team arrived, the fight, no, the massacre had already ended.
Tang Luo sat on the edge of the rooftop, watching the police cars wail below as he smoked.
The burning cigarette tip flickered, illuminating his expressionless face.
The ground around him was splattered with blood, exceptionally gruesome!
When Xiang Chuan saw the tragic state of Golden Eagle, his gaze shrank, what had this guy gone through?
It looked as if he had been rolled over by a steamroller!
Even the special forces soldiers behind him looked disturbed, it was too horrific, one couldn't even recognize it as a human anymore!
Their looks towards Tang Luo had changed.
"You've arrived."
Tang Luo blew out a smoke ring, withdrawing his gaze to look at Xiang Chuan and the others.
"Mhm."
Xiang Chuan nodded, bent down, and checked Golden Eagle's neck, he was already dead.
"That woman, has she been sent to the hospital?"
Tang Luo stood up, discarding the blood-stained cigarette.
