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Chapter 153: Looting the Enemys Wealth

Wang Chengzhu decided to start searching from the office first, hoping to find the identity documents and work plan documents of this group of people.

Praising the digital body loaded into the system, Wang Chengzhu sighed inwardly. At a glance, he knew that it was the room he was scheduled to go to. Nineteen light red marked objects were either lying on the ground or lying on the ground. I guess this is the so-called "tatami" bed.

Mat, the small country of Dir doesn't even have the habit of sitting on a bed to sleep, and its domestic living conditions are probably not much better.

Tiptoeing to the door of an uninhabited wooden house, Wang Chengzhu grasped the door handle in front of him and gently pulled it out. Wang Chengzhu felt that the door hinges were not moving at all, as if they were embedded in the door frame.

Fortunately, his fellow comrades did not see this embarrassing scene. Wang Chengzhu's tall and strong body blocked his view. In addition, the lighting in the corridor was poor, so it was better to have a campfire outside the building for auxiliary lighting.

Wang Chengzhu quickly stopped his efforts and instead lifted the door handle and pushed it gently in. Unexpectedly, the door still did not open. Now he was confused. Maybe the door had an anti-theft bolt and he caught a big fish this time.

When Wang Chengzhu imagined that there were high-value items and information stored in the house, the soldiers behind him alertly walked around to his right. While looking at the movement of other doors, he was ready to see why it was so slow to open the door.

Feeling that there was someone standing next to him, Wang Chengzhu subconsciously and politely made room to the left. With just such a movement, the door handle in his hand slid to the left along with the door hinge, revealing a large gap of about ten centimeters.

It turned out that this was a sliding door. Wang Chengzhu cursed in his mind that his thinking was affected by his daily life, and he even forgot that there was such a thing as a sliding door. Fortunately, it was relatively dark in the corridor, and Wang Chengzhu's reddish and shy expression was not seen.

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