The western suburbs, an abandoned factory, on the rooftop.
A special forces soldier clad in camouflage battle dress was observing an old warehouse hundreds of meters away through a sniper rifle scope.
He gently rotated the sniper rifle, surveying back and forth.
"Boss, there's someone!"
Suddenly, the special forces soldier spoke up.
"Nine o'clock direction!"
Next to him, Xiang Chuan was using an infrared telescope to look in the direction of nine o'clock.
Two middle-aged men were standing at the corner of the wall smoking, each holding a submachine gun in their hands.
"Can you take the shot from here?"
Xiang Chuan stared at the two men and asked in a calm voice.
"I can barely manage it, the distance is a bit far, I'm not sure if I can take down the target.
The sniper replied.
"Hmm, we'll go over there later, you stay here and provide support to us whenever we need it."
Xiang Chuan nodded and said.
"Understood."