The next morning, all traces of blood had been cleaned,
and even the shattered pavement and lobby had been restored.
No one would have guessed the shocking events of last night.
The phone vibrated incessantly. Taking a look, it was a group chat started by Zhu Xiaoming, with three people casually chatting about Jiangzhou City's news.
Zhang Fusheng glanced through it, mentioning that last night, the Public Security Headquarters launched a raid on a hospital in the Eighth District,
and as a result, over a hundred security personnel were killed. That area is now cordoned off, claiming the hospital was conducting some biochemical research, which leaked during the raid.
Did my report work?
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, biochemical leak...
'Ring ring!'
He answered the phone.
"Hello, Dad, it's me... I'm fine, Uncle and the others are fine too."
"If I return to Jiangzhou, I plan to do so in the next few days. Yes, I know, I'll call Uncle Yu when I get back."
