The north wind raged madly, and the snow began to fall again, the wind and snow hitting faces with an icy, bone-piercing chill, a stark red pain.
Qi Taiguo and others lay in ambush in the bushes, watching the passing vehicles and the movements in the surroundings.
With the weather so cold, having been on the ambush for several days, it was strange that not a single robbery had occurred. Logically, it didn’t make sense, with the New Year approaching soon, these people would want to have a prosperous year; they definitely wouldn’t come back empty-handed!
"This weather is really lethal, why is it so cold, do you think we’ll come up empty-handed again tonight?" Chen Shouwang asked Qi Taiguo beside him.
One wouldn’t know until they were on the mission, but now it was clear military merits weren’t so easily earned—just look at this damned weather, freezing people stiff.
Another person said, "If you ask me, what are these police even doing? They can’t even get important information out of a criminal interrogation. Is just waiting here like sitting ducks any use?"
"Besides this, what other plan do you have? Go ahead, say it?"
"This..."
"Enough, stop talking." Qi Taiguo said sternly, looking up at the sky again, his lips forming a straight line. The sky was about to brighten; it seemed like another fruitless night.
The mission had been going on for several days now, and every combat plan, with each new day’s arrival, had failed.
The mission was not going smoothly, there was no progress at all, and with Cheng Su’s health on his mind, Qi Taiguo felt as restless as a ticking time bomb ready to explode.
As the sky gradually turned lighter and the order to pull back came through the earpiece, Qi Taiguo’s face sank completely, and he kicked a small mound of dirt beside him with force.


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