Fan Jian had an idea. "Your man and I will split up and flank the enemy. Once we're in position, send up the flares."
The garrison officer agreed to his proposal. He gave Fan Jian a special headset: it was what the garrison troops were using to communicate with one another. "Let me know once you're in position."
Fan Jian put on the Special Task Force uniform. He pulled a full-face mask over his head, before strapping a bulletproof helmet over it. He crept towards Mingyue Court in the dark, armed and at the ready.
Huo Shaoheng watched from inside the Humvee.
Not long after, the garrison officer heard Fan Jian and the other gunsman over his headset.
"We're in position."
The garrison officer immediately gave the order to send up the flares.
More than a dozen flares were launched into the night sky. They were so bright that the heavy rain sparkled like colorful glass beads.
