In the afternoon, after a few hours of tedious and monotonous tracking, the bounty team's seven-seater SUV stopped at the entrance of a clinic in the Lloyd Community.
As the team leader, Stock pushed the door open and got out of the car, finding a black-skinned thug lying on the ground at the clinic's entrance.
The guy was groaning incessantly, crying out in pain, his voice shattered by the agony.
"Are you the one who called us?" Stock walked up and pulled out his phone, roughly shoving the screen in front of the black-skinned thug's eyes. "Open your eyes wide, have you seen this man?"
On the screen was a surveillance screenshot from the blood collection center, showing a red-haired, tattooed man holding a handgun with a cold expression.
The black-skinned thug didn't respond immediately, sweating profusely from the pain, gritting his teeth, and shouting, "A thousand US Dollars, I need a thousand US Dollars to get medical treatment in the clinic."
