The Execution

In Beijing, under a hazy afternoon sky, a black sedan sat discreetly parked along the bustling street near the imposing CinkoSolar building. Inside the sedan, the four operators from Sentinel Security Solutions were alert and poised, their attention fixed on the building's main entrance.

The car, chosen for its nondescript appearance and local registration, blended seamlessly with the city's traffic, allowing the team to surveil without arousing suspicion. The operators, dressed like typical casual people, maintained a low profile, their eyes occasionally scanning the surrounding area through dark sunglasses that concealed their vigilant gaze.

The interior of the sedan was quiet, save for the soft hum of the heater combating the cold weather. They had arrived early, ensuring they could secure the best vantage point to monitor the exit of Wei Chen, expected to leave his office for a meeting.