Bored stiff, Liu Chen had no choice but to sleep. After lunch, he still felt the same until around four in the afternoon when he suddenly opened his eyes and sprung out of bed, landing on the floor.
He looked at the surveillance monitors on the wall. There were eight screens covering all angles within a hundred meters in front of the gate. Nothing seemed amiss, and the automatic recognition system hadn't sounded an alarm.
But Liu Chen didn't trust this gizmo. He walked over to the window facing the gate and stared at a bush not far to the west, his head not turning, his eyes not blinking, just staring straight at it.
A breeze blew by, and the shrubs bent low, everything appearing the same as everywhere else.
The sensation of the Grim Reaper was never wrong; there was indeed an assassin in that spot.
The assassin was dressed in a dark green combat suit, short and agile. Buried in the grass, he was like a lone wolf waiting to hunt, with excellent stealth.
