Rumble!
The rain grew heavier, and a bolt of purple lightning struck angrily, exploding near the ear.
The weather forecast doesn't seem accurate—this is light rain?
The drug traffickers on guard duty were also dozing off.
Inside a surveillance room, three or four people were sitting, nodding off, with over a dozen large screens displaying several key targets within Anawak.
Drug traffickers are not primitive people; of course, they know how to use modern tools.
Ring ring ring~
The telephone on the table suddenly rang, jolting those monitoring awake.
"Damn, who's calling this late at night?" A bearded man, groggy and with bloodshot eyes, cursed unhappily as he picked up the phone, but he didn't start yelling; he knew it could be a superior checking in.
"Received intelligence from higher up, the Northern Army might launch a military operation; stay alert."
The bearded man: "Yes, sir. We've all got our eyes wide open, nothing's going to go wrong."
