He gradually retracted his smile, which turned into a light sneer, "Fool, who told you to rush and kill him directly?"
With that, he enunciated every word from his mouth, "Could it be that you have forgotten who they are?"
Wu Ge's body shook, "Rescue team."
Once these three words were spoken, Wu Ge instantly understood what it meant.
The captain in charge of their area, that man surnamed Lu, constantly obstructed their financial avenues.
He indeed was a tough character; it was difficult to kill him with a direct assault, but using a different method, perhaps things would be different.
They were a rescue team, often deploying for rescue missions.
And in those disaster areas, everything, would be within their grasp—!
The man in the smoke-gray trench coat sneered lightly, withdrew the gun from his temple, and pulled out a handkerchief with a flick.
Only then did he leisurely wipe the gun, splattered with specks of blood, and pronounced,