Then the supply team disembarked from the aircraft and placed a large batch of high-end-looking equipment on the ground, preparing to get to work.
The captain of the police officers did not continue chatting with everyone...
Actually, it had not really been chatting from the beginning. It could also be considered that he had first cleared Cong Yu and the others of suspicion, then answered their questions, and then taught them how to use the shield generator... More or less.
"Deploy drones into the sewers! Move fast! Faster, faster, faster! You haven't forgotten your usual training, have you?!"
"Has the autopsy team sent back their data yet? Hurry them up! Get the results as fast as possible!"
The police officer gave orders as he accepted a snack handed over by another officer beside him. "Thanks, I was just getting hungry... Hurry up! If we find something, promotion is just around the corner!"
"I have a feeling this is connected to the disappearance of the Hedao Matriarch... Oh, that's classified."
The last remark was clearly directed at Cong Yu and the others, who were watching the commotion at the scene without much concern... But it was obvious that the words went in one ear and out the other.
As long as Cong Yu and the others wished it, nothing in this interstellar age could stop them from learning whatever they wanted to know. Likewise, no one could stop them from saying whatever they wished to say.
"..."
"Cong Yu, they seem very professional."
Cong Yu nodded at Yaochuan Guang's words, then looked at the badges on the officers' shoulders, which differed slightly from the others.
They seemed different from the ones who had come to collect that sales manager's corpse yesterday... And that corpse-collection crew had not been nearly this decisive.