"Captain, what's wrong?"
Zhang Xiao put away her joking expression and leaned over to ask.
Liu Jialin stood up, grabbed the coat hanging over the back of the chair, and swiftly fastened the buttons.
"An informant sent word that there's an illegal deal in the suburbs tonight. A third party besides the buyer and seller got wind of it and has already brought quite a few people to set a trap. A classic case of black eating black..."
She bent down and picked up the handcuffs from the table, her expression grave. "We need to hurry over. If we're late, the buyer and seller who've been targeted will probably both end up dead there."
Zhang Xiao knew it was serious and sprang to her feet. "A lot of people are going to die!"
She hurried out, her shoes striking crisp sounds against the corridor tiles.
Liu Jialin followed close behind, then contacted her other colleagues. "Everyone, listen up. Assemble immediately. The target is the suburbs..."
Before long, the doors of the Ability Management Bureau slowly opened, and three police cars drove out one after another.
The police lights carved red arcs through the streets at night. The roar of the engines gradually faded into the distant flow of traffic.
Night Wind carried dampness with it, whipping Mu Qi's collar.
He and Zhang Zhao bent low and ran through waist-high grass, stumbling over the uneven ground. Dew soaked their trouser legs, making the fabric cling heavily to their legs, and every step met with astringent resistance.
The battle cries from the battlefield behind them grew farther and farther away, until at last only the rustling of wind through the grass remained.
Zhang Zhao came to an abrupt stop, braced both hands on his knees, and gasped heavily. His chest heaved