Jiang An took the hydraulic pliers, the icy cold metal sensation transmitted from his palm.
He took a deep breath, and as he bent forward, the fabric of his uniform tightened at the waist, making a faint friction sound.
With a crisp "crack," the brass lock hanging on the metal box broke and the broken shank bounced onto the ground, rolling twice before stopping.
The sound was like a stone tossed into a calm surface, causing originally scattered officers around the room to stop what they were doing simultaneously.
Several sharp spotlight-like gazes shot over.
The dust floating in the air was clearly visible under the lights, everyone subconsciously lightened their breathing.
Li Jian took three steps and came over, squatting down, his face full of uncontrollable excitement.
"Taken from under the bed?"
Jiang An nodded, his Adam's apple involuntarily moved.
Li Jian immediately bent down, adjusting the flashlight beam, piercing the thick darkness beneath the bed.
