Upon hearing these words, the officers instantly tensed up, a silent tension swiftly spreading through the team.
Everyone instinctively lowered their heads, uniformly starting a final equipment check.
Whether the gun's safety was off, if the magazine was fully loaded, if the handcuffs were attached to the back of the waist, and if the walkie-talkie channel was clear.
Every action was as practiced as breathing, yet carried an extra weight compared to usual.
The young Li subconsciously touched the gun holster at his side, quietly unzipping it and pressing his palm tightly against the cold grip.
Not far away, a motorcycle lay deserted, slumped sideways at the edge of the weed-strewn mountain path, its body caked in mud, like a silent yet piercing alarm.
All eyes instinctively focused on the winding trail leading into the mountain, half-hidden by wild grass.
There was no need for explanation; everyone understood the gravity of Wan's recent deduction.
