The call was cut off, Gao Ming had wanted to chat with the old man for a few more minutes.
"Now he's probably so mad he can't keep the lid on the coffin." Gao Ming let Wu Wei walk ahead while he sent a message to Black Crow — the fish has bitten.
The sun on the city outskirts resembled a rotten orange, sinking with blurred sticky afterglow into the horizon. Tonight seemed darker than yesterday, and the temperature had dropped significantly.
"Temperature's dropping?" Wu Wei tightened her collar, holding the camera, and looked at the darkened buildings.
The old Zhuchuan Pharmaceutical site covered a vast area, not only including the pharmaceutical factory, experimental base, but also two dormitory buildings.
"Here." At the end of the alley, Gao Ming found the patrolling Night Police, a tall man with pallid skin, dense black veins crawling up his neck, and a thin long scar at the corner of his mouth.
