But the target seemed to sense something. He suddenly sped up and ducked into a dead-end alley next to the children's playground, one cluttered with maintenance tools and construction materials.
Yang Qi followed close behind, only to find a high wall at the end of the alley. The target was gone!
CRASH! CLATTER—
Just as Yang Qi was cautiously scanning his surroundings, a pile of wooden planks, previously secured by ropes on some scaffolding above the alley's entrance, suddenly came crashing down behind him. It slammed onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and blocking most of the exit.
Immediately after, the faint sounds of frightened animal cries and panicked shouts from tourists echoed from the distance.
It was clear that other pre-set sound, light, or explosive devices had been remotely triggered.
A diversion and a roadblock!
'This guy knows he's been made!' Yang Qi's heart sank.
