"It's disgusting!"

Losmachenko put his hand in his pocket, and looked down at a truck not far away driving quickly in the alley, and the wind that brought it up kicked up a cloud of dust, so that he couldn't help but turn his head slightly and cough, and scolded secretly: "This group of damned bureaucrats should go to court-martial!" ”

But he just cursed secretly, sighed heavily, and continued to walk forward with his hands crossed.