Ye Huan returned to S-01 at a speed of three hundred yards in just seven minutes.
But S-01 was left in complete disarray.
The ground was covered with blood and shards of glass.
Several police cars arrived at the same time.
"Xiao Ye, what exactly happened here?" Qin Guangming rushed into S-01, looking at the state of the villa's hall, he couldn't help but be shocked.
Especially the two women in black trench coats under Ye Huan's command.
Qin Guangming recognized them immediately.
Special Service Bureau—Special Service Warriors!
Not only did he recognize them, but with decades of experience in the police force, Qin Guangming also noticed the circular wounds on their abdomens indicating they had been shot.
"I helped them stop the bleeding and temporarily stabilized their injuries. Uncle Qin, you should call 120." Ye Huan stood up and said calmly.
The acupuncture points on the women's abdomens were pierced with toothpicks.
Qin Guangming nodded.
