The sky gradually darkened.
The sports car still parked by the roadside.
Mo Shangjun sat at the front of the car, organizing the items at hand, a telescope, a pair of black gloves, a mask, a dagger, and... a pistol with a magazine full of bullets.
All of these had been prepared by Sisheng.
Sisheng still lay in that languid posture, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, glancing intentionally and unintentionally in the rearview mirror.
"The person you're waiting for seems to have arrived."
The thin lips under the sunglasses hooked up, adding a hint of charm.
"Hmm."
Mo Shangjun's voice dissipated in the night wind.
The air was more humid than before, and after more than a month without rain, it looked like the weather was changing.
She methodically put on the black gloves, then wiped the fingerprints off the pistol and carefully put it away.
"Time to move?" Sisheng leaned forward slightly and asked in the night wind.
"Hmm."
"Need anything else? I can have it sent."
