"Sigh..."
Late at night, in the New Hanover District, on the quiet and cold streets, two young men in cotton suits leaned against the wall smoking. A night patrol officer passed by in front of them, glanced at them briefly, then looked away.
Each young man had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette butt. Underneath their lowered homburg hats were a pair of cold eyes.
After the patrol officer had walked away, the two young men discarded their cigarette butts, put on leather gloves, pulled revolvers from their coats, and strode across to the apartment building opposite.
5th floor.
The apartment building had poor sound insulation, blending the cries of a baby, the quarrels of a couple, and the sounds of frying in a pot. A woman, seeing the attire of the two young men, hurriedly closed her door and hid.