"Forty minutes ago, the door was still open."
A squad of police officers got out of the police car, and Hunter gave a brief explanation.
Actually, he didn't have to explain, but he did anyway. It's all because of this damn judicial procedure. He ignored the option of having Director Dale help him obtain legal documents and only thought of going to the Judicial Bureau himself to apply for them.
He should have stayed here.
Even if he was unwilling, at this moment he had to admit that sometimes he wasn't as good as Charlie, at least when it came to "how to get things done beautifully," he wasn't as good as Charlie.
"Then what do we do now?" his subordinate asked.
Hunter raised his head, "Pry open the door, we have a search warrant."
The gate of this dilapidated factory simply couldn't withstand the police's professional breaching tools. Soon, with a snap, the bolt on the iron door snapped, and the officers drew their weapons and rushed in.
