What makes it even more heart-wrenching is that, after reviewing several subsequent checkpoint monitors, the helmeted man remained in sight, like an inescapable shadow.
"Not good! Wu Guang is definitely being targeted!"
Wan slammed the table abruptly, his voice tinged with urgency, "Qin Feng, quickly! Where was Wu Guang last seen on the surveillance? We need to go there now!"
Qin Feng's fingers sped across the keyboard, the images on the screen rapidly changing, eventually settling on a blurry surveillance image.
He pointed to the screen, his tone grave, "Wu Guang was last seen at the checkpoint on the welcoming avenue at the city outskirts, from the route, it seems he's heading back to Dongxi Village—his hometown."
"Let's go!"
Before Wan's voice had finished, he had already grabbed the police jacket from the chairback and threw it on.
