The long line of caution tape was drawn up.
This time it was truly long, isolating the entire area, with all residents and shops evacuated, and temporary housing arranged by the city government.
"Snap!"
Liu Zhengbang lit two cigarettes. This rugged man felt that one was not enough to satisfy him, and often smoked two at once,
His boss said that when he grew old and his energy and vitality were exhausted, he was bound to get lung cancer.
"Boss," a team member said, "the number one target is still under surveillance, and everything is normal so far."
"Hmm, it doesn't matter anymore."
Liu Zhengbang exhaled thick, choking smoke, squatted down, grabbed a handful of half-melted snow, his expression deep:
"Is the report out yet?"
"It's out. The accounts of 174 people from the hotel are all the same. They suddenly felt like they had fallen into a hallucination, with the entire hotel appearing in the midst of dozens of snow-capped mountains, under a scorching sun."
