The walkie-talkie crackled with a harsh noise, "Reporting to the captain, currently no police identities or related backgrounds have been found inside the bank. Report complete."
"Understood. Over."
Song Qian pressed on her slightly aching temples. Things seemed to have become more complicated.
The convoy was impressive, led by a black Toyota, followed by a grand procession of police cars.
"Ye Tian, do you know him?" Tang Su's hands were tied behind her with tape, and she asked with some difficulty.
Ye Tian: "!@#$%...&*"
Tang Su frowned, "Are you okay, what are you saying..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the White-bearded Old Man smashed the butt of his gun on the back of Tang Su's head, knocking her unconscious.
"Where are we going now?" White Beard asked coldly.
"Where can we go? Get on the highway first, then head for the hills."
"What about the cars behind us?"