"Understood!"
…
After staying up for thirty-six hours straight, Ma Guoming felt as if there were two drilling machines working simultaneously at his temples.
He rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and in front of him, the case board with clues connecting Xie Zhixiong, a Mexico drug lord, and an international money laundering network was tangled up. However, capturing Xie Zhixiong undoubtedly tore open a crucial gap.
"Mr. Ma, go home and get some sleep. If you keep going like this, even an iron man wouldn't hold up," his subordinate Ajie advised, dark circles under his eyes.
Ma Guoming waved his hand, his voice hoarse: "It's okay, I'm going out for some fresh air, buy some breakfast, and then go through it again when I return."
The morning air carried a hint of chill, dispelling some fatigue.
He walked out of the police station building, and the sunlight was somewhat glaring.
