The walkie-talkie in Mr. Lu's grip emitted a chorus of buzzing voices, causing beads of sweat to glisten on his forehead.
With anxious urgency, he hastily replied, "Y-yes, Vice Leader Mang. The target's located at 347 Wangjian Street, near the crossroads of Wangjian Street and Peach Blossom Street, inside the store."
The other end of the walkie-talkie crackled with sounds reminiscent of persistent bees, while Mr. Lu awaited the response with a mixture of tension and apprehension.
Beside him, the bowmen and shieldmen appeared uneasy; the heat of the sun had imbued their bodies with a distinctive odor that hung in the air.
Their garments clung to their skin, thoroughly drenched from enduring a solid ten minutes under the unforgiving sun.
Unsure of how much longer they'd be standing there, their faces had reddened, and furtive glances were exchanged. Mr. Lu, their captain, paced back and forth, his grip on the walkie-talkie betraying his anxiety.
