Chapter 112
Song Guanchao came to the window, which had a security window installed, and the curtains inside were drawn.
He picked up a tree branch, slid it through the security bars into the room, prodded the curtains aside, and took a quick peek.
No one was in the bedroom.
He then circled to the other windows to confirm there were no other people inside before he approached the door.
Using an old bank card he no longer needed, he inserted it into the crack of the door to latch onto the bolt and gently pulled—the door opened.
These people were still careless, they didn’t double-lock the door when they left.
He took out the shoe covers he carried with him, slipped them on, and quickly scanned the room after entering.
The apartment was about seventy square meters, with three bedrooms and a living room; the furniture was outdated. Against the wall of the living room stood a wooden sofa set painted red and a wooden coffee table.
On the coffee table was a solid piece of acrylic glass, and on the glass were several A4 papers, along with a map.
The map had many red lines drawn on it and words written.
He didn’t have time to look closely; he took several photos from different angles and then went to look for guns.