It was now the dead of night, and most of the streets in the Shadowlands were deserted.
Only the long street in the distance, packed with bars, remained brightly lit, the faint clamor of voices carrying on the air.
Wu Liangchen parked the car in front of a remote building. He then grabbed his weapons and led Song Ling'Er to the rooftop.
The building was old and in disrepair. The rooftop was overgrown with weeds, and after being soaked by the rain, it had somehow even attracted frogs.
Amid the incessant croaking, Wu Liangchen found a flat spot, laid down a waterproof blanket, and told Song Ling'Er to begin setting up the sniper platform.
They were a full three kilometers from the bar street. An ordinary person would need the aid of a sniper platform to hit a target accurately from such a distance.
Although it was her first time, Song Ling'Er quickly finished the setup under Wu Liangchen's guidance.
