The convoy finished taking over the cul-de-sac before noon.
In fact, they were so fast, so efficient about it that it somehow made the entire thing feel worse.
Zhou Chenghai stood near the front gate with his coffee mug still in hand while military personnel spread across the neighborhood around him in smooth organized waves.
Considering the fact that they had never planned on staying here, let alone set up shop, he was annoyed and impressed all at the same time.
Floodlights illuminated the entire street bright enough to even make the sun look fake while engineers rolled portable generators across expensive driveways and communications specialists dragged thick black cables between houses to establish temporary power grids. The quiet wealthy neighborhood disappeared beneath military infrastructure so quickly that Chenghai almost felt like he was watching a time lapse instead of reality.
