A long time.
"Woo woo... woo woo..."
The sirens from the Public Security Bureau echoed from afar.
Fang Zheng's gaze flickered, and he struggled to get up from the ground, then rummaged through He Jiangdong's body, afterward glancing at Zheng Kuo hiding behind the tree.
With a quick move,
he had disappeared from the spot.
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*
"Fang Zheng?"
In the car on the way back.
Zheng Kuo curled up, wrapped in a thick blanket, his lips pale and bloodless, only nodding repeatedly in response to Zhou Ping's inquiry.
Beside him, Zhao Jin's vacant eyes flickered upon hearing Fang Zheng's name, then returned to a state of eerie silence.
"Chief."
Officer Lin put down his phone and turned back, saying:
"There are five bodies on the ship, four of them are Su Weijun's men, one is He Jiangdong. The killer has murdered a total of ten people."
"Chief."
He hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice:
"Both He Jiangdong and Su Weijun had guns."
