The Criminal Police Team was packed today. As noon approached, the outdoor temperature had already soared to 45°C. Forget about conducting long investigations outside; even sitting in the spacious meeting room with a 2.5-horsepower high-power air conditioner running at full capacity, everyone was still complaining about the heat.

After a morning of meetings, the team had already set the direction for their next investigation. By noon, it was impossible for anyone to go outside.

"Sigh, what should we do? The deadline given by the higher-ups is almost here," Chen Zemin said, lighting one cigarette after another. The pressure from above was relentless, yet he had nothing substantial to show for it.

Zhang Chengang loosened the collar of his short-sleeved shirt, tugging at it in an attempt to feel some coolness. Hearing Chen Zemin's words, he offered a helpless consolation, "Chen, don't worry. With this weather, I'm sure the higher-ups will understand. We've tried going out, but as you saw, four people collapsed in less than half an hour, and one even had to be rushed to the hospital."