If the attacker were Tang Sanguo, there was absolutely no way he would have been intercepted at a highway intersection, nor would he have fled.

Not to mention abandoning the box snatched by the bloodbath intelligence team and running away alone.

Moreover, if Tang Sanguo came for the black box, he would definitely have a sure-fire way to open the box, and would not cut and pry in a hurry.

Either this box is not the one lost by the intelligence team, and the agents were eager to make a successful contribution and made an mistake.

Either this lost black box contains a conspiracy.

"Woo——"

As my thoughts were spinning, several blue and white cars roared by.

The car door opened, and a dozen uniformed men and women got out.

One of the middle-aged men appeared carrying a black box.

He strode toward Ye Fan and the others with high spirits and a posture of making great achievements.

"Benara, they are coming, they are coming."

Isabel happily greeted him: "Yes, yes, it's a box. It's this kind of box."

Ye Fan also looked up and saw the box in the middle-aged man's hand.

As Isabel said, it is exactly the same as what they brought back from the Thirteenth Castle.

Isn't this an oolong?

Ye Fan's eyelids twitched. He thought the detective had mistaken the other black box for the missing one, but he didn't expect it to be the same style.

Thinking of the insidiousness and ruthlessness of Tang Sanguo, Ye Fan's hair suddenly stood up.

He threw down Benalla and Isabel and shouted: "Throw away the box!"

"boom--"
Chapter completed!