In fact, he did.

They are just some petty thieves, not even a stumbling block. If Gao Ning did not still need his current status, I am afraid that Gao Ning would not let the police force take action.

Just throw a skill at it and everyone can evaporate.

Now, it takes some effort!

…

New Territories, on a remote and deserted hillside.

Several cars parked in front of a small wooden house one after another. A man with a dark face walked in with several brothers.

The cabin was very simple. Apart from a few sofas, there was a TV on the cabinet. It seemed that the signal was not very good, and the screen would jump around unconsciously.

Fortunately, the sound was quite stable, so even if the two old guys sitting opposite had their eyes closed, they still listened with interest.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the two old guys opened their eyes and saw that the person who came in had a stinking face, and behind them were all silent young men. They suddenly understood.

One of the old guys said indifferently: "It seems that the operation is not going well!"

The leader didn't say anything. He sat down on a long stool, grabbed the teapot on the Eight Immortals' table, and poured himself three large bowls of herbal tea. Then he let out a deep breath and slammed the teacup on the table.

He said with a bit of anger: "Of course it didn't go well. More than a dozen of us fired at the target for a full minute. We didn't even knock off the paint on his car, let alone the person!"

The other old guy was slightly startled: "Bulletproof car? No, even bulletproof cars don't have such strong defense. Are you sure you didn't even remove the paint? Isn't that an exaggeration?"

"exaggerate?"

The leader's eyes widened, and he took out the Magnum and smashed it on the table: "I have emptied all the bullets in the main building, and there is not a single crack in the glass. Are you exaggerating? That car is the real one.

exaggerate!"
Chapter completed!