The second dawn after the coup was particularly quiet.
Song Heping stood outside the tent, watching the eastern sky brighten. The morning was a bit chilly, but the air was incredibly refreshing, with a touch of invigoration.
He checked his watch.
It was already half past six in the morning.
The Ferrari should have crossed the border by now, he thought.
Those video tapes and audio materials sealed in waterproof bags were quietly lying in the Ferrari's tactical backpack, like a ticking time bomb, ready to destroy Lumar and Du Er's political life at any moment.
Five minutes later, a cloud of dust appeared in the distance.
Several trucks and two Jeeps emerged from afar.
"Very punctual..."
Song Heping had anticipated that Lumar and the others would make a move this morning.
He said nothing, turned around and went back into his tent, sat back at the campaign table, and filled three prepared cups with steaming coffee.
