Chapter 93 Dead End

• The police team stood in front of the decrepit door, their patience waning as their repeated knocks yielded no response. They exchanged knowing glances, silently acknowledging that they had to resort to more forceful measures. With a subtle signal, two officers positioned themselves in front of the door, bracing themselves for impact.
• "Ready?" one officer whispered to the other, who nodded in response.
• They took a few steps back, their eyes focused on the worn-out door. Then, with a synchronized effort, they lunged forward, their shoulders colliding with the door. The decrepit wood creaked and splintered under the impact, giving way with surprising ease.