Gu Ji's face was grim.
"I have only one question: both accidents were caused by overloaded storage tanks. You mentioned before that it's the off-season for BASF Factory production and sales. Why schedule the production of so many chemicals?"
"Isn't it okay if they don't sell?"
Just as Goring was retorting, several military vehicles and troop transport trucks suddenly approached from the right rear, coming from the direction of the accident site.
The vehicle doors opened.
Several officer leaders stepped out, with the leader of the group being tall and thin, dressed in a gray-green suit military uniform, red stripes around his sleeves, and his features appearing somewhat sinister.
He held a handkerchief over his mouth and nose, calmly walking up to the group.
Goring, upon seeing him, shouted desperately as if seeing a savior:
"Captain Redland, save me!"
"Who here is Herman?"
