Only a pair of pupils hiding behind the goggles flickered with an unusual glow.
The hunting operation was about to begin.
Fang Cheng threw his bag under a water tower where it could stay dry, spreading out a piece of paper with both hands.
His gaze landed on the words "Power Room" circled in red.
.........
In the night, streaks of rain kept falling, rustling nonstop.
Near the small door on the east side of the warehouse.
Three personnel carrying rifles patrolled back and forth as a group.
"It's so cold, and it's raining."
"The weather forecast said it might even snow tonight; nothing should happen, right?"
"Who knows, this kind of ghastly weather calls for extra vigilance..."
The three looked outside the window, exhaling white breaths and murmuring softly.
Suddenly, with a "snap," the lights overhead went out.
From near to far, a series of uncertain voices arose.
"What happened? Is the power out?"
The trio was also slightly startled.
