In the car, Zhang Lu was arranging orders one by one, then fiddling with firearms.
After careful consideration, Zhang Lu decided to use tracking missiles.
Principal Wei looked at Zhang Lu, who was issuing orders, and those firearms, feeling quite confused. He couldn't help but ponder: "What exactly is her identity? There are so many guns in the car, and from her tone of command, all the police officers seem to be listening to her."
She didn't ask too many questions but had a rough guess about Zhang Lu's identity in her heart. She was definitely a big shot.
"Ye Fan, I have received accurate information. Deng Ge is at home. When the time comes, you don't interfere. Your task is to find the children; capturing the criminals is not your job." Zhang Lu advised.
