The Enemy's Target

Huo Shaoheng hesitated for a second, then silently changed the direction of his footsteps and darted into the shadows of the pillars in front of the convenience store.

The gangster who had been hiding in the convenience store and waiting for him to enter suddenly realized that there was no one outside.

He rubbed his eyes and looked out the door. It was still quiet underneath the moonlight. Not far away, the jeep was refueling, but the tall man who had just walked towards them had disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Huo Shaoheng's actions were too fast. He was so fast that he had already disappeared before these people could react. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

"What should we do? That person is too sly. Did he discover us? "

"That's impossible, right? We didn't go out at all."

"Let's give it a try... "

The people in the room whispered to each other through the automated walkie-talkie in small voices.