"Who do you think the client is?"
Three vans were driving down the streets of Dog Town, two of which had their roof cut off and the body simply reinforced with welded steel bars.
The removed rooftops exposed steel tubes of varying thickness, one of which was clearly a heavy machine gun, and another...
It looked like a cannon, but it was uncertain...
Naturally, passersby dared not look.
Lille sat in the vehicle, asking the people inside a question to exercise their brains.
Jack thought about it and said, "Could it be a team? Like checking if competitors are engaged in dishonorable conduct, to strike them hard off the field?"
V thought for a while, shook his head, "Unlikely, there are too many teams making deals here. Instead of relying on digging up dirt to combat opponents, it's better to join in, especially since I hear this place produces sports stars?
Checking a team's accounts, I guess it's just about taxes."
