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Late at night.
11:48 PM.
The night breeze was pleasant.
Zhou Chen left the supermarket, grocery bag in hand, and strolled leisurely down the deserted street, awaiting Birdman's instructions.
His targets were Iron Python's men, a group of vile smugglers. Birdman had the latest intel on their movements, which would allow Zhou Chen to stage an "accidental encounter."
—An off-duty Star Association Operator happens upon criminals, cleverly tails them, and strikes decisively, cracking a major smuggling case.
Barring any surprises, that should be tomorrow's headline.
A dozen or so minutes later, the phone in Zhou Chen's pocket vibrated. He ignored it, walking straight to the next intersection and turning right. He continued for a few hundred meters until he reached the entrance of a small, late-night bar tucked deep in an alley.
He pushed the door open and went inside.
