It was hottest time of the day in the little town of Borsa, where hardly anyone could be seen. Due to frequent conflicts and killings, the place had long been deserted. The townsfolk had all left ten years ago, either emigrating or moving to the relatively safer places like Struwa.
In a long-abandoned room of plain concrete and steel, with no door, two armed men patrolled the entrance.
Four groups of people had approached quietly, and Shi Qinghua immediately had his men take out the two guards silently.
Two members of the Dark Night Army crept up to the entrance, seizing the opportunity to kill those two with silencer-equipped pistols.
Shi Qinghua, leading from the front, had others prepare for a direct assault from another direction; his move was the signal for them to quickly breach and sandwich the enemy.
For now, these people were unaware of their presence. It was the perfect time to strike.
