"Boskin, listen to me!"
"Keep digging. There's someone watching us from the mouth of an alley across the street, about twenty meters behind us. Keep doing what you're doing, then pretend to give up in frustration after two or three minutes. I'll ask for some water. Go around to the car, and I'll give you an opening to get close to him!"
Qin Ran spoke in a low voice.
"Understood!"
Boskin kept sifting through the rubble without even raising his head.
Clearly, the young man understood what Qin Ran meant.
About three minutes later, Boskin stood up as though his patience had run out.
"Damn it, not a single clue!"
The young man complained loudly.
"Don't rush. Take your time... Boskin, could you bring me a bottle of water?"
Qin Ran asked with a smile.
"Sure."
Boskin nodded, turned, and walked toward the car parked by the roadside.
Then, using the car as cover, he circled toward the alley where the watcher was hiding.
To support Boskin, Qin Ran picked something up from the ground with a look of feigned shock.
"Look what I found!"
Qin Ran's voice was loud enough to carry.
The two police officers outside the cordon and the distant watcher all heard him and saw what he was doing.
They froze for a moment.
Boskin lunged out like a hunting cheetah, charging into the alley like a gust of wind. Before the watcher could react, he pinned him to the ground.
The watcher refused to surrender and kept struggling to fight back.
Without hesitation, the young man punched the watcher in the stomach, leaving him completely unable to resist.
Qin Ran smiled at Boskin's swift, decisive movements.
At least in this respect, the young man was already a competent police officer.
An officer who hesitated over