Yang Huiru was aimlessly driving a police car through the streets of Xinghai City, where one could see police and armed police vehicles rushing by everywhere.
A citywide manhunt was underway, and still there was no news; every surveillance video had been checked without finding any trace. Clearly, these criminals were cunning, having calculated their escape routes well, with a strong sense of counter-surveillance. Catching these scumbags, especially Kosa, was no easy task. That bastard had been rescued; this was a matter of police face, and he had to be caught and brought back in the shortest possible time.
The internal radio was broadcasting meaningless messages; Yang Huiru had no mood to listen anymore.
Her cellphone rang, she put on her headset; it was a call from a colleague: "There's been a car accident on Highway 8, all passengers dead, identities currently unknown..."
