Du Xiang Street, on the east side of Tingyang District.
The entrance to the Nanjiang First Cotton Mill near Quanshan Road.
Shen Xin slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a halt.
Even from a distance, he could see the SWAT vehicles.
'Looks like this is serious.'
He got out of the car with Zhang Jian and went to the guardhouse next to the main gate.
Sun Zhao and Chen Chao were gathered around a tablet with Feng Kaiwei, the captain of the Tingyang District SWAT team, looking at a map.
When Sun Zhao saw Zhang Jian, his eyes lit up and he strode over to greet him.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine."
Zhang Jian patted his own chest.
Back when Zhang Jian worked in the Major Crimes Division, Sun Zhao had been his superior, the deputy captain.
But Sun Zhao's sharp eyes noticed the ligature marks on Zhang Jian's wrists. He sighed silently and patted him on the shoulder. "Good. Light injuries don't take you off the front line, after all."
