Of course, as for which images the final recorder will capture and which it will "just happen" to miss, those who know, know.
The factory's iron gate had long since rusted to a dark red, tightly wound by a chain as thick as a baby's arm, with an exaggeratedly large padlock.
Chang Erbing immediately pointed the law enforcement camera at the lock, red light flickering, recording faithfully.
Li Shang tacitly stepped half a step sideways, drew his gun, aimed, and fired all in one go.
"Bang——!"
With a loud explosion, the iron lock shattered on cue, its debris clattering to the ground.
Everything seemed impeccable, leaving no flaws for critique.
It was as if the two were on patrol nearby, rushing to the scene of the accident first upon hearing the explosion, decisively breaking in.
The two squeezed in through the gap in the open door, one after the other, with their bodies turned sideways.
