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Chapter 17 A Voice(2/2)

The hustle and bustle of Yancheng did not stop. There were scattered gunshots coming from time to time on the streets. There were both members of the gangs and gangs, but more were the police chasing them.

The war between the two sides continued from the second half of the night to the present.

The old detective really hated these members of the gang with weapons.

He wished he could draw out his gun and kill these people now.

But he, who follows professional ethics, can only watch these people being pushed into the police car one by one. Moreover, looking at the arrogant look of those people, it seems that they are not going to prison, but on vacation.

"These bastards!"

"I must let you sit in prison!"

"I……"

The old inspector said viciously, but as he spoke, he couldn't continue.

Because, he knew that he was powerless.

I just received the order from the director, and the old detective had already understood what would happen next.

compromise!

Another compromise!

The old inspector clenched his fists and his body trembled.

In the end, only a sigh remained.

However, soon, the old detective adjusted his mood.

Even if he was tired and helpless, he would do the best things to do in his own way.

"Go, Delin Street."
Chapter completed!
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