Beep beep...
The lift, modified from a pickup truck, buzzed as it raised Jiang Yuan to the height of the sixth floor, allowing him to inspect the exterior wall.
In a county or prefecture city, the police would typically borrow a fire truck from the fire department. But in a well-off bureau like the Beijing Bureau, they have professional lifts. The characteristic is that the vehicle can be custom-painted.
Jiang Yuan was hoisted by the lift, descending slowly from the top floor, accompanied by Cui Qishan and Xiao Si, who were there to assist.
As the lift tirelessly hummed, Xiao Si couldn't help but say, "Why did we always rappel down before?"
"Because borrowing a truck from the municipal bureau is too much trouble," Cui Qishan replied matter-of-factly, then looked at Xiao Si's annoyed expression and added, "If you're not happy, you could borrow it next time."
