The director looked at the map and pointed. "This room connects to the warehouse. The warehouse is to the west, with several rooms in between, but they used to store chemicals, so their windows were all sealed shut to keep out moisture and light. If he wants to escape the building through the ventilation ducts, he can only go to the warehouse."
Jiang Xia glanced down at it and nodded in understanding. Then he suddenly braced himself on the windowsill and dropped onto the protruding ledge outside the warehouse.
The entire sequence was far too quick. By the time he had steadied himself and was about to leave, Inspector Yassa finally snapped back to his senses. "What are you doing?!"
Jiang Xia made a shushing gesture, then pointed from afar toward the warehouse, signaling for him not to alert the enemy.
"You surround him from the warehouse entrance, and I'll launch a sneak attack from the window. Leave a few people at the ventilation duct too. That way, he'll have nowhere to run—if nobody is watching the windows and the murderer jumps from the third floor in desperation and dies, the media will have another story to report."
"..."
Although that sounded reasonable, Inspector Yassa frowned, still unwilling to agree. If the murderer fell to his death, the police would indeed face criticism. But if the Detective slipped and fell to his death, wouldn't that be even worse? Besides, the murderer had a gun. If he fired the moment Jiang Xia appeared at the window...
"Come back. I'll send a professional instead—"
Though he had countless concerns, the facts proved they were useless.
Jiang Xia was clearly not one of his obedient subordinates. Before Inspector Yassa could finish, the young Detective had already smiled and walked a few steps along