By then, Tang Li had already turned around and, as if driving off a dog, ordered the North City Branch Bureau's person in charge to go "negotiate."
In just a few steps, he caught up with the corpse transport team ahead. He placed a hand on the edge of one stretcher—the one carrying Jiang Yi's body between two soldiers.
"Director Tang, you've gone too far!" Jiang Kefang's face turned green with rage.
Behind him, several soldiers were already reaching for their guns.
Tang Li ignored them. With one motion, he pulled open the Body Bag wrapped around Jiang Yi, revealing a gray-white face frozen in terror and shock. His eyes were wide open, his expression twisted and horrifying.
"Couldn't die in peace, huh."
As he spoke, Tang Li reached out. His gloved fingers pinched Jiang Yi's cheeks, and with a slight squeeze, the dead man's mouth opened.
Tang Li's movements had been so smooth and natural that everyone watched him complete them before they finally reacted.
"Tang Li!" Amid Jiang Ke's furious roar, several black gun barrels were already aimed in this direction.
"Everyone, calm down!" Liu Xuezhi rushed over, waving both hands. "Deputy Jiang, calm down... Director Tang, it hasn't come to this!"
Tang Li completely ignored him. After glancing twice into the dead man's mouth, he waved to the North Shore Branch Bureau's person in charge. "Get the person in charge of the Intelligence Management Center over here. The scene examination and follow-up handling have been far too sloppy. Were you just going to let the family take the body home? If clues were missed, was it carelessness—or deliberate?"
Jiang Ke cursed and strode over. He drew the pistol from his waist, disengaged the safety, and pressed the muzzle against Tang Li's forehead.
Tang Li looked at him