Thirty minutes later, two pitch-black special police cars sped over.
The headlights projected two sharp beams of light, illuminating the road ahead, originally concealed in darkness, in a pale white.
Political Commissioner Li and Director Hou, with solemn expressions, separated the four young people squatting on the ground to a certain distance and interrogated them individually.
There was no audio or video equipment here, no recording desk, only the flickering halos provided by vehicles in the distance and supplemented by the beams of flashlights.
However, if they did not strike while the iron was hot and pry more key information from the freshly stopped informants to expand their victory.
Then, when dawn came and the wind leaked, trying to catch them all would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.
At this moment, Director Hou's gaze, sharp as an eagle's, was firmly fixed on the man in front of him nicknamed "Lao San."
