10 a.m.
Residential building beside the Pei Guode Hotel.
On the 12th floor, a wooden window was half-open, its curtain concealing the aperture, with a small portion of a long-tube telescope protruding from the corner, emitting the mechanical sound of focus adjustment.
Soap sat on the chair, intently staring through the lens. This military-grade high-magnification camera was mounted on a black stand, which could be freely adjusted for height and angle. It zoomed the camera in and out and was also equipped with a directional microphone, capable of recording precise sound from up to 60 meters away.
"Any findings?" Gates asked.
He was sitting at the table assembling a pistol, while Price was opposite him, polishing his large revolver.
"Haven't found anything valuable. The entrance of Pei Guode is too narrow compared to other five-star hotels, and there aren't many people coming in or out. From the outside, it doesn't quite look like a five-star hotel," Soap said.
