The traffic police officer immediately brought over the map of electronic eye distribution. Lu Feng, following the markings on it, called up the surveillance footage. The work was extremely arduous. From the prison to the last surveillance camera on Huifeng Road at the time of the incident, he found nothing.
"Mr. Lu, what exactly are you looking for?"
Lu Feng rubbed his sore eyes and looked up at him, "I don't know what I'm trying to find either, just that something seems a bit odd about this whole thing."
The car was normal, and couldn't have suddenly leaked oil. Fully armed inside, it was impossible for anyone to take advantage of it to hijack a prisoner transport, and from the surveillance, every timeline matched perfectly.
He said, "Don't touch my stuff, I'm going out for a bit."
