"It's bad, Captain Song, the victim is vomiting blood at an alarming rate, and I don't think he'll make it until the ambulance arrives," a police officer ran over and said.
Song Qingyu raised her brows and walked over, followed by Tangyu. They quickly reached a car that had been wrecked beyond recognition, covered in wounds and deformities. It was clear from the car's severely misshapen form and bullet holes that it had been subjected to multiple impacts and a barrage of gunfire.
Next to the car, a man who appeared to be in his thirties was propped up, his body almost entirely covered in blood, tightly gripping a silver-colored handgun. Blood was spurting from his chest like a fountain, and black blood spilled from his mouth, his face a ghastly pale.
