Caspian Warner stood at the highest point in the mountain forest, with binoculars on a tripod before him, staring at the courtyard surrounded by woodland in the distance, expressionless on his bronze face.
The information Sister Hua gave him stated that carry was now living in this courtyard.
He had been observing the mountain for the entire morning. There were guards standing at the gate, and everyone coming and going was driving official cars. Trying to sneak in from afar was simply impossible.
The walls surrounding the courtyard were also very high, and in the light of the sun, there was a faint shimmering of light from time to time — likely surveillance cameras. For a place where government officials reside, the security measures would be no less than those of the White House.
