The shops area of Port 3 was deathly silent.
In the distance, the sporadic sounds of gunfire and explosions from the city center formed a bizarre contrast to the cemetery-like quiet here.
"Anton, any findings?"
Song Heping moved stealthily in the darkness, pressed against the shop walls.
The muzzle was always pointed forward.
Occasionally, he glanced at the number plates on the shops.
Soon, he found the sequence of the door numbers and began moving towards Shop 17.
"Nothing discovered..."
Antonov said somewhat puzzled, "I haven't even seen a single living person, Song, something feels off..."
"Keep watching."
Song Heping shared Antonov's sentiments.
He had a premonition that the contact might be compromised.
But he had to take a look, he couldn't just leave because of suspicion and forgo the opportunity to meet.
Shop 17 was located in the second row to the west.
After getting close, Song Heping didn't enter through the front door but circled to the back door.
