Lucas's face was unpleasant as he stared at the scene before him, the blazing flames seemed to be burning his heart.
If contraband is burnt in the slums, so what if it spreads all over Los Angeles?
The most miserable ones are those guys in the slums.
But burning it here, that's wrong!
All Lucas wanted to do right now was to grab Xiu Nuo by the collar and ask him loudly, "Are you out of your mind? Are you?!!"
Apart from burning contraband, what else can you do?
Although these rich people have some 'eccentricities'. But you can't just come in and hit them this hard!
Lucas didn't know how much was in that truck, but judging by the thick smoke, it wasn't likely to be a small amount.
Someone had already opened their door, a smile on their face: "Eh, Officer, are you done?"
Seeing the guy looking somewhat rational, Lucas hurriedly said, "It's still dangerous here, sir. Please go back inside immediately."
