The snow fell all night, covering the bloodstains but unable to hide the atrocities.
Su Yuncheng stood in the middle of the snowy field, feeling as if he had returned to the battlefield.
Xiao Li stood behind him, licking his cracked lips, his voice trembling a bit: "What... what exactly happened here?"
He had never been on a battlefield; he had taken over his father's position in the Public Security, usually dealing with small thefts, but now, seeing this scene, his legs were shaking.
Su Yuncheng didn't look at him but turned his head slightly to Feng Wei and said, "Take a few people and find any survivors."
Feng Wei, after all, was an old soldier. Seeing this scene, he remained relatively calm. He pulled out his pistol, loaded it, and gestured for a few veteran Public Security officers to follow him, "Come with me, don't wander or touch anything and disturb the scene!"
