Feng Kaiwei had the tablet, so Shen Xin had no idea what was happening on it.
The First Cotton Mill had been abandoned long ago, and everything was shrouded in darkness.
However, on the road outside the workshop, a police car had been deliberately parked on the shoulder fifty meters away, its high beams blazing.
This illuminated the workshop exit, giving the sniper in the administration building across the way a clear shot.
The warehouse door was lost in the shadows, and Shen Xin couldn't see it clearly.
Meanwhile, on the roof of the workshop, a SWAT officer was already facing downward. Secured by a rope, he slowly rappelled down the wall.
He stopped three or four meters above the main entrance, ready to drop at a moment's notice.
Once everyone was in position.
About two minutes later, Shen Xin vaguely made out a silhouette.
"Watch closely! I have a detonator. The second I let go, it blows!"
A hand shot out from the workshop's main entrance, gripping a detonator.
