In the center of the Pinecone Wood Farm estate stood a magnificent mansion.
Standing in the study of the estate, the farm owner, Zhao Tiangan, held a telescope in his hand, intently staring out the window. His gaze passed over densely packed houses and landed on the trade station by the enclosing wall.
Six trucks were parked there, surrounded by the guards and mercenaries of the team, alongside a circle of fully armed soldiers.
Wu Wen Zhou, who had just alighted from a truck, was conversing with an interrogating officer. Soon, several soldiers carrying LD-47 assault rifles stepped forward and dragged several wooden crates off the truck.
One soldier advanced, prying open those boxes one by one, revealing gleaming bullets and neatly stacked rifles inside.
That was exactly what he needed.
Seeing this, a bright smile finally appeared on Zhao Tiangan's face as he placed the telescope on the table beside him.
Almost simultaneously, there was a knock on the door from behind him.
