"George is still waving outside so late, does Helen know?"

Locke was speechless.

He just aimed at the textile factory employees in the scope and was about to surround the corpse and attack the reinforcements. As a result, the moment he was about to pull the trigger, a police car arrived coquettishly.

Take a look again.

Wow!

George.

Locke's eyebrows beat a little and opened the insurance so that he would not get out of fire. He accidentally broke George's soul into the textile factory.

but……

Why aren't there a few people in this fucking textile factory?

Locke put down the thermal imaging telescope in his hand, stared at the dozen kittens in the textile factory, raised his eyebrows, feeling a little magical.

etc.

tomorrow……

Saturday?
Chapter completed!