Di Hai wiped his face, holding his gun, and got out of the car.
Originally standing next to Gu Shuang, but thinking that Gu Shuang's sharp tongue wasn't easy to deal with, he moved a few steps aside.
As he moved, Di Hai looked up again and suddenly noticed a figure walking from afar.
Wearing the army's camouflage uniform, with the brim of the hat slightly lowered, tall and slender, it was clearly a woman at first glance, but unlike those female soldiers in the army who had prescribed movements, she walked casually, with her hands tucked in her pockets, approaching as if taking a leisurely stroll.
"Who is that?"
Taking a large step toward Gu Shuang, Di Hai asked curiously.
"Don't know." Gu Shuang glanced sideways, unable to clearly see the person's appearance, but sensing something different. He paused, then said, "The night team said a friend was coming over."
Di Hai paused for two seconds, looking stunned, then blurted out a word—"damn."
