Officer Zhang's forehead was beaded with a layer of fine, cold sweat.
The journalist swallowed hard and couldn't resist asking, "Officer Zhang, those people just now, they were criminals, weren't they?"
He kind of didn't dare to continue the interview.
As a journalist, he did have an eye for people.
The young men who had just come in one after another had an air about them that was too obviously military.
Besides, firearms were banned in the country.
It would make sense for criminals to have one or two guns.
But damn, seven in a row, all armed.
This was outrageous!
Officer Zhang's mouth gaped open as he said with a hollow heart, "They should be, I guess."
"..."
Should be, you're telling me they should be?
At that moment.
A car drove into the parking lot.
Director Yao walked in with a light step and saw the journalist conducting an interview. He laughed heartily, "Xiao Zhang, well done."
Officer Zhang forced an unnatural smile, and the journalist stayed silent.
