Allen Zhang followed him to the backyard and glanced at the black van riddled with bullet holes, its appearance ghastly.
The glass windows were shattered all over the ground, and the tires had been blown out; even the bumper was bent out of shape.
"Forget it, let's just leave this car here; it's not exactly drivable." After much deliberation, Allen Zhang chose to abandon it. One cannot be too greedy.
With the van's pitiful state, you might dare to gift it, but he wouldn't dare drive it on the highway into the city.
The State Police aren't just loafing around.
You can fire guns in the woods, and the State Police can't do anything about it, but driving a van that's almost falling apart so blatantly on the road, that's truly disrespecting people. It shows utter disregard for the most basic respect between individuals.
"Go back in and take another thorough look. Don't miss the pockets on the corpses, just in case there's money?" Allen Zhang reminded.
