"General, have you found anything?" Zhu Yunshen came to Fu Zongchen's office to inquire. Ren Cangsong let out a long sigh: "No clues at all, everyone seems to have no problems."
Zhu Yunshen hesitated: "The chairman instructed that we must release them by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."
"I know." Ren Cangsong massaged his temples, having never before felt such a thorny issue.
They could hardly find any clues, weapons, bullet trajectories, suspects, not even a single path to follow.
Zhu Yunshen hesitated for a moment before speaking about his findings from the afternoon.
"They told you the same thing they told me, about changing the bullet's trajectory, and even claimed that making a bullet pass through barriers is not without possibility." Ren Cangsong responded helplessly: "But such people are extremely rare, even the Yitelan Civilization doesn't have many."
