Mr. Zhao rolled his eyes.
"What's the difference, let's get on with it!"
Yang Xuetong went over to the front half of the car that had been cut open. It had suffered a violent collision; many parts were deformed. The car windows had long been gone, and the doors were seriously distorted, although the passenger door seemed to be relatively intact.
Reaching into a crevice, he felt a few Care Bears.
There was nothing else. The glove compartment wouldn't open. After Jimmying with a screwdriver for quite a while, Yang finally pried open a small gap and forcefully took it apart. The contents nearly slipped out, but Yang quickly caught them.
Syringes and a plastic pot with tubes scattered everywhere, and among them fell a not-so-large bag, containing many small white bags filled with a bulging powder that stood out prominently.
Mr. Zhao, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, hurried over with a collection box to gather the items, all the while lamenting.