Shanghai
Moments Before The Attack
A temporary command center had been established inside an abandoned office building.
The room was dark except for the glow of several monitors.
Every screen displayed a different camera angle.
The apartment.
The surrounding streets.
The nearby rooftops.
Every possible escape route.
Nothing had been left to chance.
Xin sat in front of the largest screen.
A black hoodie covered his head.
The lower half of his face remained hidden beneath a mask.
Only his eyes were visible.
Eyes filled with obsession.
And hatred.
One of his men stood beside him.
"Mr. Xin."
"For the last few days he has been returning around midnight."
The man checked his watch.
"It's almost time."
Xin leaned back slightly.
"How many men do we have?"
The man answered immediately.
"As ordered."
"Twenty."
"All equipped with high fire rate submachine guns."
Confidence filled his voice.
"He cannot survive this."
"Even if he acts tough."
