At this time, there were no one on the street.

The bald man walked to the middle of the road and placed something wrapped in a black plastic bag on the ground.

Under the night, it is hard to see such a thing in the middle of the road.

After putting down the things, the bald man turned around and walked to the side, and then quietly sat in a bus stop not far away.

He looked at the plastic bag calmly.

About five minutes passed.

A beige minibus is from far to near.

The bald man looked at his watch.

Then I looked at the minibus again.

The speed of the minibus is very fast.

The license plate is the license plate in the provincial party committee.

When the minibus turned the intersection, the speed slowed down a lot.

The Chinese and Pakistani drivers didn't see anything in the middle of the road, and that thing itself was not big.

So, after turning the corner, the minibus directly pressed the thing and drove over.

The minibus bumped slightly, but did not stop.

The bald man looked at the thing on the ground with no expression, then walked over, picked up the thing on the ground, and turned around and walked aside.

After walking for a while, the bald man walked into a community, then went up to one of the floors, opened the door, and walked in.

"I thought you weren't back."
Chapter completed!