In an old residential building in the city's east end, a burly, bearded man crouched on the rooftop, staring at the city center through binoculars. He let out a curse or two every so often.
"Those damn gray dogs have tightened security again. This isn't going to be easy."
A team member's head popped out from the rooftop access, shouting, "Brother Tian, a telegram from the captain is here! Brother…"
"What's all the shouting? I heard you."
The bearded man got up, walked over, and took the crumpled, sweat-stained telegram. He let out a sigh of relief as he read it.
"Alright, we don't need to worry about planting more bombs. Tomorrow, load the rest of the explosives into a vehicle, drive it near that department store up ahead, and detonate it when the crowd is thickest. Also, tell Xiaoli's side to make their move at the same time. Let's give them a big fireworks show."
"Brother Tian, that's still a ways from the city center. Will it even do anything?"
