This was an old neighborhood, and the space between the front and back buildings was not far.
All it took was a low magnification telescope to get a clear view of the situation in the room across the street.
A window appeared in view.
Although it was broad daylight, the curtains were tightly drawn.
However, Ning Li did not fret and added another camera. After she set everything up, she looked over again.
At this time, her phone that was in the master bedroom next door vibrated.
She walked out of the room and locked the door behind her.
When she came to the master bedroom, she saw that she had received a message from Null.
It was a picture.
A silver-gray supercar seemed to have been involved in a violent collision, so much so that the bumper had fallen off completely and the front hood of the car was twisted and deformed.
It was pretty much scrap metal.
[You want it?]
