The two men spoke without the slightest restraint, their voices carrying far across the silent night sky.
The two men hiding inside the overturned vehicle and pretending to be dead heard every word clearly. They cursed Yan Tze Tak furiously in their hearts, but at that moment, they didn't dare make even the slightest sound. Their act was extremely professional.
"Clean up the scene. Dig all the bullets out of the bodies and pick up the bullet heads nearby. Don't leave the police a single clue."
Although a shootout had just taken place here, Wang Xuan wasn't anxious in the slightest. Ten soldiers were watching the area, and there were no people or vehicles anywhere nearby.
Those soldiers had never removed bullets from corpses before. People died at the border all the time, and nobody cared about such messy details.
To avoid leaving the police any clues, they had destroyed the bodies until they were completely unrecognizable. The scene looked like a slaughterhouse. Even Wang Xuan, who had never hesitated to kill, felt a little sick.
In fact, the soldiers admired Wang Xuan quite a bit. For an ordinary person to remain calm and expressionless under these circumstances was exceedingly rare.
After all, their boss was different from them. They had seen far too many dead people.
Once they finished destroying the scene, the group climbed into the prepared vehicles and sped away. Over the radio, they informed the others that they could withdraw from the scene in succession.
Da Dong had already checked his watch seven or eight times in a short while. His heart was beating faster and faster, and a bad feeling filled his mind.
Under normal circumstances, the men who had gone to trade the drugs should have returned by now. Yet there was still