The third and sixth were escorted onto the vehicle by Leader Li, awaiting the fair judgment that was to come.
As for the nearly unrecognizable corpse on the ground, it was cleaned up by a professional body retrieval team. However, the crimson bloodstains on the snow and some remaining body fragments were hard to clear. They didn't bother, just shoveled up the frozen red ice chunks on the ground into body bags, leaving nothing behind but a patch of dark red bloodstains.
"Although the caliber of the Chicago typewriter is about the same as those bullet holes, a submachine gun can't create that kind of effect, right?" Watching the dragged corpse, Leader Li whispered to Qin Lan, who had just come down from the observation room.
Qin Lan, of course, knew she couldn't hide it from Leader Li, but she simply whispered back, "We're not the ones writing the report, as long as those above don't know, it's fine."
