Qin Jian took the photos and was shocked by the contents: "Where did these come from?"
The two photos depicted the tank models deployed in their military exercise, the participating units in the drill, and even captured his silhouette standing by the command headquarters.
"Take a guess!" Zhang Jianguo squinted his eyes, and the man who usually wore a warm smile now had a cold gleam in his gaze.
Qin Jian suddenly recalled the man they had captured that night, the one who clung stubbornly to lies: "Could it be him? Did he take these photos?"
"I can't confirm if it was him, but that man definitely is suspicious." Zhang Jianguo was certain that this matter was inextricably linked to the man.
"Are you saying that man appeared in the exercise field to spy on our military secrets?"
Zhang Jianguo nodded slowly: "Highly likely! Though this punk is tight-lipped and won't say a word."
