The morning sunlight fell on the plateau ravine, where oddly shaped hills were composed of layers upon layers of red-brown rocks, one next to another, stretching endlessly with varying forms. The sunlight reflected them beautifully, and many places revealed small holes like hives, as if telling the story of ages past. Not a single wild grass could be seen on the ridges, let alone trees.
In a sunken plateau depression, Luo Zheng, Ghost Hand, and Madela lay quietly in ambush. They lay on the ground watching the rising sun with its warm, eye-catching light. After leaving the embassy overnight and driving all night, they used permit passes to pass unobstructed, hid the vehicle in an inconspicuous mountain depression before reaching Hariri's territory, and walked more than ten kilometers to their hiding place.
