"Miss Long, the helicopter will take off in eight minutes!" her subordinate reported to her.
Long Yinghua parted her cracked, bleeding lips, her voice hoarse, "In the unit, how many people do I still have?"
The subordinate bowed his head regretfully:
"Almost all of our people have been captured. Initially, there were a dozen officers loyal to Miss Long, but they've all defected. In the vote to remove you from your position, all of them voted in favor."
Long Yinghua heard this and began to laugh coldly. Her laughter was chilling, like the wind blowing into a haunted house.
With her icy laughter, blood once again seeped through the ends of the bandage on her face, the bright red liquid dripping down, making Long Yinghua appear like a terrifying ghost.
She never imagined she would face a day of defeat. She thought she could control everything, yet never anticipated all her crimes would be laid bare before the prosecutors.
