The night was deep, and the rural outskirts of the East Sea were silent.
Jiang Xiaojun and Jianghai people were unfamiliar with the place, only knowing their approximate location, unsure of the specifics, and not daring to turn on the high beams to continue the chase.
Three and a half hours ago, the target got off at the East Sea long-distance bus station, transferred to four different buses, and lastly boarded a van at a bus stop, winding up in this remote village that didn't seem like it belonged to the East Sea at all.
They had managed not to lose the target in the bustling downtown area, yet lost them here!
Jianghai, frantic, gripped the steering wheel and asked, "Director Jiang, what do we do now?"
"There's light over there; that should mean there's a household. Let's go ask them where we are."
"Okay."
"You drive over and ask. I'll wait on the side of the road with Old Yan. If that van comes back the same way, we'll stop it and ask the driver where he took the person."
