Hearing what he said, the operator on the other end of the phone was a bit confused. You just said everything that needed to be said, what do you want him to say? Do we need to be this familiar with the reporting process?
Speechless as he was, the operator still grasped the key point in Zhang Beixing's words: The target was suspected to be a terrorist. This was a big deal. Regardless of whether the news was true or not, it needed to be taken seriously; it was better to be mistaken than to make a mistake.
So, he hurriedly reported the situation. Shortly after, two police cars drove out of the Yanjing Police Station, heading towards Zhang Beixing's location.
After making the call, Zhang Beixing, under the middle-aged woman's intensely expectant gaze, pulled up his pants and walked out of the little pink house, pretending he had just finished urinating. Then, looking at the departing man, he and Liu Yi chased after him.
