Just past five o'clock, most enterprises and institutions had not yet finished work, and outside it was already pitch black.
The snow kept falling heavier, twirling in the icy wind, and every now and then cars passed by on the road, flattening the snow, leaving the surface full of ruts and extremely muddy. The riverbank on the west side of the road and the farmland on the east were both a vast expanse of white.
Half an hour ago, Han Yu and Wang Xiaoshan quietly slipped into the ditch behind the drainage station, tasked with cutting off the retreat of four targets.
They were too close, initially worried they would be exposed.
After over half an hour of stakeout, they realized that their previous worries were unnecessary.
Their heads and bodies were covered in snow; even their eyelashes had snow on them. There was no way to notice there were people in the ditch unless one walked right up to it.
Wearing gloves and canvas cotton shoes, their hands and feet weren't very cold.
