C685 Clear

Zhao Yiming looked at the dead bodies in the hall and his face turned green with anger. The team he sent out this time had been ambushed by the enemy. It was a direct provocation.

He said in a cold voice, "Who can tell me what the intelligence system is doing? Why are my men dead now? Who can give me an explanation?"

Chen Xiaodao's face turned red and he said in a low voice, "This time