"A disgrace!"
Chief Inspector Davis of Proluo State watched the frozen image on the projection screen.
His gaze was fixed on the street displayed on the screen, where a great many corpses lay scattered haphazardly…
Rage turned his eyes blood red.
His neatly trimmed beard, uncontrollably, bristled like steel needles.
To the left and right of the conference table, thirteen patrol inspectors and senior patrol inspectors all hung their heads low.
They knew that anything they said now would only add fuel to the fire.
In Proluo State City, there had never been such a violent criminal case in thirty years.
Not to mention the six hundred dead private soldiers of the Sky Wolf Fund.
And the over thirty corpses on the ninth floor of the Golden Light Building.
But the nearly five hundred patrol police who died at the entrance of the building was an unbearable pain.
It was not someone else, it was the patrol police.
