"Get out, get out, get out." Jim waved his hand impatiently, "Just get this done, and when there's a call, rush to the scene. If you can scare them off, do it. If it's impossible and they have to be arrested, then create opportunities for them to escape. Do I need to make it any clearer?"
"Uh..... I got it."
After seeing Hope leave, Jim plopped down in his chair, feeling a headache surge.
He knew what the Bazzer family was going through, but now, Jim really wished Xiong En would hurry up and pay these damned people to go back to where they used to belong.
And Jim couldn't understand, how did these junkies know where to find the contraband? Who was giving them this information?
A name gradually emerged in Jim's mind.
But Jim shook his head. It couldn't be the boss, could it? Did the boss even care about these things?
However, if things continued this way, the most endangered next...should be DEA, right?
........
Jim's thoughts were not unique to him.
