"Why were only these two people involved, are they from the same faction?" Zhang Huaiyuan was still reacting, but Li Ming had already seamlessly transitioned to the main subject.
Chen Jinglong gave him a deep look and shook his head, "Clearly not. The style of the people we captured along the way is completely different from these two; they seem like Torch's people."
"But these two... heavy armor, sniper rifles, they killed without hesitation..."
Chen Jinglong's sentence was cut off.
Meanwhile, covert operatives dressed in civilian clothes from all directions began to converge at the scene, starting to clean up, set up barriers, and cordon off the bodies.
Before long, a figure jumped down from a high place, holding a nearly lifeless person carrying a golden-rimmed glass, and the sniper rifle on his back was very noticeable.