Bab 137: Chapter 132: Smooth Talker

The two of them got into the enemy's van looking very relaxed. To any passerby, they appeared to be the owners of the van, and no one would suspect a thing.

In the cramped space of the van, a sniper rifle was mounted. Shiny bullet casings were scattered on the seats, and on the floor lay a bearded man wearing a flat cap with a pair of binoculars hanging around his neck.

A sharp dart was pinned in the man's throat, and his eyes were filled with horror and unwillingness. Perhaps up until his death, he couldn't believe that he would die this way; such a death was too much for him to accept.

Hungry Tiger found an old Nokia in the man's pocket and quickly scrolled through the call log.

"Look at this number; do you recognize it?" Hungry Tiger handed the mobile to Wang Bingbing.

Upon seeing the number, Wang Bingbing exploded in anger, "It's Wang Qian!"