章 470: Reopen

There were many possibilities but a pure coincidence. Anya couldn't take control over the cop or the system in Country A. Demanding them or questioning them might not be effective.

Thus Anya painted her face with a faint smile when she turned to the cop, "I got it. Thank you, sir." Her polite voice failed to hide a hint of coldness.

Then she turned to Mark who concealed his smile and responded to her, "Young Madam, give me a minute." He ran up to the temporary shelter to change his stained clothes.

Leaving the cop to fume, Anya asked Zane to be in the car with Mark before going closer to the trucks where the pungent smell of gas was lingering in the air.

Going around the trucks, studying the scene and traces, Anya noticed the dashboard in both trucks. Going back and forth around the area for inspection, Anya returned with bullet shells holding them in a tissue.