The deliveryman in the yellow uniform was, of course, Li Changhe.
Not only could he be a deliveryman, but he could also be a roadside screen protector seller or a fortune teller under a pedestrian overpass.
These were all basic tricks.
In the two hours, Li Changhe had hitchhiked to this small village and surveyed the surrounding environment with his partner, both in disguise, so as not to be exposed by surveillance or the like.
It must be said, this gang had brains.
This small village used to be prosperous, but after Yanyun developed from a small town by the river.
One faded while the other rose, with the shift of development focus.
This small village located among the mountains gradually declined. But it was still close to the national highway, so there were always new faces passing by.
This gang, hiding in plain sight, didn't seem that conspicuous.
The motel was situated on the edge of the village and appeared somewhat run down.
