When Mills rushed back to the police station with his 'bird' wagging, Monica felt nothing but disgust, as if her eyes had been defiled by that filthy thing.
After understanding what that scumbag said, she felt inexplicably excited—because inside and outside the police station, hundreds of military police had already laid a tight ambush.
Old Juan and his accomplices were locked in the detention room of the police station, waiting like bait for the prey to take the hook.
"Where is Victor?" Monica asked urgently.
"Right outside the police station!" Mills excitedly pointed to the door behind him.
Monte Verde was a small town, so small that the police station was just a large roadside convenience store, with a narrow and inconspicuous facade.
Inside the police station was even more cramped, with only a single office hall, two offices, and one detention room, with a total area of less than a hundred square meters.
