It rained heavily again at night.
The small square on Shuguang Street was almost flooded. Several police cars were parked in the flooded parking lot in the square, and more than a dozen criminal police officers in raincoats came down one after another.
As soon as Langston Xing got off the car, he received a call from the Armed Police Brigade. Because it was raining heavily outside, he hid back in the car to talk on the phone.
The captain who had borrowed some men from him not long ago told Langston Xing that hundreds of workers were lying on the Xiliang railway line. Patrol teams, security teams, armed police, criminal police, and civilian police had already gone up to stop them. However, the workers had formed a long line and were determined not to withdraw from the railway line, almost blocking half a kilometer of the railway line. If these workers lying on the tracks waited until the train arrived, it would cause incalculable casualties and irreversible adverse effects.
It was already this late, but the captain was still speaking in official language, and Langston Xing was particularly annoyed by his tone.
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