The police didn't say anything, he opened the drink, raised his head and drank two big gulps, then immediately staggered, one hand clutching his chest tightly.
"Captain Zhou!"
"Captain Zhou, what's wrong with you?"
Fortunately, the colleagues nearby were there. They immediately supported him and sent him to another car, presumably heading to the hospital.
Li Zhiyuan lowered his head, drank another sip of water, it wasn't his bad luck just now, some ailments, when detected early or with someone nearby, instead become a kind of luck.
After the inspection, the suspects, stolen goods, and the van were all taken away, and the service area returned to normal.
Zhao Yi got into the car and handed over the boxed meal he brought for Li Zhiyuan, he had already finished his own portion.
At this moment, that middle-aged man got into his car and then got out again, holding two packs of cigarettes, throwing them in:
"Cigarettes from our place, try them."
"Alright, thanks."
