About eight minutes later.
Milo Wallace carried an oversized toolbox, set it on the ground, and opened it to reveal various tools.
They spread a layer of paper on the ground, took out several wrenches, hammers, and arranged different tools on the ground.
Each officer, one for each hand, began preparing to pull out the nails.
They had all graduated from professional police academies and had years of experience in the field. Their skills were not lacking in any areas, not to mention their physical strength.
But after trying for a long time, they couldn't pull out a single nail, as if they were cursed.
"Damn it." Milo Wallace, not one to give up, put in more effort but to no avail.
Wilder Pauly frowned, his face showing irritation. They were investigating a case, couldn't they be a bit more serious? Had they not had enough to eat that day?!
Feeling his gaze, the other officers also felt wronged and confused.
