Li Jian and Chen He, both holding Type 95 police pistols, rushed to the front.
Even though there was no response when knocking on the door, they couldn't rule out the possibility that someone was hiding inside.
As with any indoor assault previously, the safety of the officers always comes first.
In Li Jian's opinion, being a detective means having to keep your head on a swivel, always thinking "danger +1" to avoid unnecessary bloodshed and sacrifice.
Two minutes later, Li Jian and Chen He walked out of the master and guest bedrooms respectively, both saying: "Safe!"
At this moment.
Jiang An stood in the living room, looking around. The items inside appeared very orderly.
Moreover, there was still a half-drunk glass of water on the coffee table.
In the ashtray on the coffee table, there were freshly extinguished cigarette butts.
Jiang An glanced at the living room balcony where two men's clothes were hanging.
