The following evening at nine o'clock.
Next to the Tisadu Bridge, there parked a black and imposing SUV, distinctly masculine in design, but the driver inside was a woman. In the dead of night, she wore sunglasses and a mask that concealed her small face entirely.
She rolled down the car window and whistled into the night.
After looking back and forth, Dr. Taylor approached: "I've got you out, where's my family? Why haven't they been released?"
Sitting in the car was none other than Ms. Zhan Dongdong, supposedly given a "grand burial."
She took off her sunglasses, eyes smiling like crescent moons: "You'll see them tonight."
"You'd better not break your word."
Even if she did, who could do anything about her? Zhan Dongdong patted her beloved car nonchalantly and asked, "Why did Su Qinghou close the lab?"
"How would I know?" The more Dr. Taylor interacted with her, the more dangerous he found her, "Who are you, really?"
