Instead, he felt a chill in his heart because of Wu Han's words.

"You, you took the supplies away. What about the people in the district?"

Wu Han smiled for the first time.

But the Executioner Captain would rather he didn't laugh.

This smile is too grim.

"What do they do? Does it have anything to do with me?"

…

The same situation is happening in many areas.

In comparison, the situation in the headquarters is a bit more tragic.

After all, there are some big shots from District C in the headquarters.

They have a certain degree of self-protection ability.

This will naturally lead to conflict.

Once there is conflict, the situation will not be as easy to control as in other areas.

Therefore, the most blood was shed in the headquarters.

The person who created this hellish scene was currently sitting peacefully in the district chief's office.

Ma Yuxiang sat on a chair and looked out the window.

The air flowing in from the window was filled with the smell of blood.

Those miserable cries also reached his ears from time to time.

But he showed no compassion.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

"Commander."

"Um."

Ma Yuxiang didn't look back.

The man behind him was probably between thirty and forty years old.

"The equipment is ready."

"Um."

The man hesitated for a moment and couldn't help asking, "Are we really going to do this?"

Ma Yuxiang turned around and looked at the man with some confusion.

"All the dishes are ready, but now you ask me if I want to put them in the pot. Is that appropriate?"