C290 Zhou jirou's tragic death

"What, thirteen brothers? Thirteen brothers? "

In the police station, Monday Yuan had a bad premonition all along. He sat down on the sofa with a look of disbelief on his face, his mouth mumbling and his hands trembling slightly.

"Who is it?" "Who did it?"

Just now, he had learned that a total of thirteen of his men had unfortunately been assassinated during the previous riots