The next day.
In the grand hall, the police officers who came for training arrived very early. Each sat in their seats, puffing on cigarettes and chatting loudly about the current case or previous ones, filling the hall with thick smoke, as if it was on fire.
When Huang Qiangmin entered the room, he was taken aback, glancing up at the smoke detector on the ceiling.
There was a small disc about ten meters high, with its wires unplugged by someone. He looked to both sides and saw a familiar-looking extension ladder propped against the wall near the window.
Grassroots police officers are versatile talents, and not smoking is almost like death to them.
Huang Qiangmin could only silently take out a cigarette, lonely lighting one for himself.
The atmosphere in the hall became even better.
Soon, Jiang Yuan entered with Wang Chuanxing, Mu Zhiyang, Wei Shikan, Wen Ming, and Tang Jia, creating quite a grand and imposing scene.
