The middle-aged man's attitude was casual, but the captain leading the team was extremely respectful.
Moreover, he did not care about the middle-aged man's attitude. Upon hearing the order, he nodded respectfully, then immediately turned around and called out all the Grey Skins, having them wait outside the courtyard.
He even called out the forensic examiners who had been surveying the scene and gathering clues, as well as the photographers and everyone else, telling them to put down their work and leave temporarily.
A few Grey Skins stepped forward to ask what was going on, but the commanding officer leading the team shot them a glare and ordered them to carry out the command immediately.
The Grey Skins who had stepped up to ask were all veterans, and several were even squad leaders. Naturally, they had some objections when their work was interrupted and they were told to vacate the crime scene.
Everyone knew that scene investigations needed to be conducted as quickly as possible. Otherwise, some clues would be lost simply because too much time had passed.
They knew the Captain should understand this perfectly well, so why was he pulling them out now? Were they no longer collecting evidence from the scene, or was there some problem with it?
A forensic examiner had just seen the old man completely disregard scene preservation, directly pick up a fragment with his hand, then fucking sniff it and even lick it. It was so outrageous it made their hearts pound!
"Carry out the order!" The commanding officer's face had turned somewhat green. It was inconvenient to explain anything in front of people holding identification, so he could only rely on murderous glares to make these fellows obey and leave as quickly as possible.
Seeing the expression on the commanding officer's face,