Zheng Xie put down the photo, his face, though old and tough, showed no expression: "I haven't seen it."
As he moved, the photo was placed flat on the desk. A young Asian man of medium height and thin build, wearing gray and white urban camouflage clothes and aviator sunglasses, was standing with his hands behind his back, staring at the ceiling quietly.
His face was only half exposed by the lenses, and his lips were a little chapped from being exposed to the scorching sun, but the shape was very beautiful; the corners of his mouth fell naturally without the slightest curve, as if they had never been upturned in their life.
Therefore, Zheng Xie was not lying. He had indeed never seen Colonel Zhou's Omega like this.
A white man with dark blond hair and blue eyes sat opposite, with his fingers crossed on the desk. Hearing this, he showed a hint of mockery: "Oh, really? Then it seems that my brother is in danger."
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