At one o'clock in the afternoon, the truck carrying cables drove smoothly towards the hydroelectric power station along the deserted highway.
Of course, the cables were no longer in the truck now, which was instead crammed full of fully armed special operatives.
Beep beep beep——
Upon hearing the horns from outside, Popov, standing by the rear gate, softly reminded, "We're about to go in, get ready."
The operatives responded to him with silence.
He sighed and said to the shadowy figure swaying opposite him, "I don't like this last-minute plan you came up with. It's too risky..."
"What's the matter, can't think outside the box?" Li Qingming, who changed into special operative gear, said dully, "Same as I've said before, if you can handle it, it's not dangerous, whether we take my plan or not. If you can't handle it, then my plan is the greatest hope for success. No matter what, you are just doing your thing. I am the last resort."
