In the office.
Zhong Chengming's pupils shrank slightly, his face flashing a trace of astonishment, "Killed by a mysterious person? What's going on here?"
The police officer pondered briefly, then quickly organized the information he had gathered and reported to Elder Zhong.
As it was understood.
At 8 a.m. today, Old Bao had driven out of the Old Street Factory District.
Around 9:30 a.m., Old Bao and his car were found in Flood Bay, 60 kilometers away from the Old Street Factory District, shot several times and all bullets hit vital points, resulting in his immediate death.
There were no signs of struggle at the scene, and no witnesses nearby.
"I see."
After understanding the ins and outs of Old Bao's shooting death, Zhong Chengming nodded slightly, a faint smile on his face.
Then, he dialed Zhang Biao's number back.