The capital city.
Inside an office, a high-ranking official was listening to the briefing of his subordinate. The man was wise, pensive-looking, and had a demeanor matching his position. It was none other than that old man with black-rimmed glasses who had been in charge of the Huo Zhou incident.
"Was it that crushing a defeat?"
"It was. All twenty special force police officers had been severely wounded. From the face-off, to opening fire, then to the ceasefire, they were only able to fire one single bullet. Moreover, we also found 27 bodies in a tree farm near Huang Village. The scene was, was…"
The subordinate felt words had failed him. He passed the photos to the old man, "Maybe you'd like to see it yourself."
