Above the factory building, there was a big clock.
No, upon closer inspection, it should be a picture of a big clock.
Fang Huai didn't have the means to create an actual clock, so he took a trip to the advertising shop and printed out a poster of the Hanwang Clock, which he hung at the top floor of the factory area.
Above, the displayed time was 2:28.
A tattered and worn-out billboard hanging on a building nearby displayed a slogan with the date:
"88 days left until the opening of the Olympics."
It was all too familiar.
Those who had been there could feel a desolate force hitting them in the face.
The people from Squadron 2 looked at those two big posters, and their smiles froze.
He Zhijun, who was still in relatively good spirits in the distance, was registering the name and arrival time of his squadron with the safety officer. He looked up and felt his heart skip a beat.