As soon as they smelled the aroma of the food, a few people instinctively swallowed their saliva. They hadn't eaten since the morning, and carrying the 20 or 30 pounds of gear was quite exhausting.
"Let's eat."
"Alright, Zhang Zhong!"
Everyone was waiting for Zhang Wenjun to give the word. At his command, a few people in the front row pounced like wolves, swiftly handing out meals to their colleagues in the back row.
Gu Ji took his share. The food was quite good, with cherry pork, braised lion's head, and chicken stew.
Having been in Ningzhou for so many years, he had gradually gotten used to the light and slightly sweet taste of southern cuisine.
While shoveling food into his mouth, Gu Ji surveyed the surroundings. This place was desolate, without a house in sight. It was clearly a tactical location chosen in advance by the police control center, likely to prevent the suspect's informants from spotting the operation team.
It seemed the real action was still a while off!
