Lory stared at the giant hole sealed off with strips of red warning tape that snapped sharply in the dry desert wind. Five soldiers stood guard around it, rifles slung across their chests as they kept watch over the dark opening like sentinels.
To enter the tunnel, they would have to get past them without being seen. They couldn't afford to raise any suspicion, or things would become complicated later. After all, no country would appreciate another nation conducting an investigation within its territory without authorization.
Zhao Li Xin narrowed his eyes, quietly calculating the distance, the wind direction, the soldiers' positions, and the rhythm of their movements.
Honestly, stealth had never been his style.
He was the kind of man who would simply kick down the enemy's front gate and crush anyone who stood in his path without hesitation, an arrogance born not from recklessness, but from absolute confidence that victory was inevitable.
