There are two pots of green philodendron by the door, with big, full leaves.
The front door is made of two large sheets of iron, with metal bars welded in the middle, clanking loudly when touched, giving a sense of age.
"Open up, police!"
Wu Junhao strongly pounded on the courtyard gate, his eyes alertly scanning both sides, with his hand resting on his gun.
On the other side of the big iron door, it was silent, as if it was uninhabited.
Wu Junhao knew the other party was a bit confused. If a familiar face knocked, the chances of opening the door might be higher.
Unfortunately, Wu Junhao didn't have the time or patience. For a former fence, there was no need for sentimentality.
With a wave of his hand, a burly man stepped forward with a battering ram.
Thump.
A muffled sound, and the iron door held by a simple lock burst open. Wu Junhao kicked it and raised his Type 92 pistol, shouting with his team, "Police! Hands on your head, squat down!"
