"Turn right."
Zhou Ping'an suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at the colorful street scene beside the road, and said in a deep voice.
Tang Tang reflexively turned the steering wheel, smoothly driving the little white car into a fork on the right, circling around the roundabout, and surprisingly heading back in the direction they had just come from.
"Ping'an, there's something I don't know whether I should say. Actually, I also want to shoot Wang Yulin, but after all, he is the captain of the Special Combat Squad and a current police inspector. He can die at the hands of anyone, but he absolutely cannot die at our hands."
Now, in the eyes of outsiders, Tang Tang considered herself and Zhou Ping'an to be like two grasshoppers tied to the same string, especially after the events of tonight, which would undoubtedly attract attention from all sides.
Countless spotlight-like gazes sternly fixed on them, and even on the Third Group.