Caught Between Advance and Retreat

Caught Between Advance and Retreat

Zhang Heng drove the van eastward, following the tracking signal.

Gripping the handrail on the roof of the cargo compartment, Bai Qing finally asked a question she had wanted to ask for a long time. "When did you get your driver's license?"

"Oh, I don't have one," Zhang Heng said. After a pause, he added, "But it's fine as long as the police don't catch me."

"..."

What should have been a forty-minute drive took Zhang Heng only around twenty minutes, and that was only because he had to slow down at several intersections when he spotted traffic police. Fifteen minutes earlier, the vehicle tracker had already stopped moving. Perhaps because Zhang Heng had discovered it, those things had switched to another parking lot this time.

Fortunately, after stopping for a while, the tracker hidden in the fruit candy box began moving again.

About another ten minutes later, the tracker in the fruit candy box stopped as well.

Bai Qing immediately grew nervous. "Do you think they discovered something?"

Zhang Heng checked the location on the map and found that it was a small factory. It had originally been a state-owned cannery, but after going bankrupt, the land had been sold to a small business owner, who opened a glass factory there. It had been operating for over a decade, though business was neither particularly good nor bad. With labor costs rising and mechanized production becoming increasingly widespread, small factories like this were finding it harder and harder to survive.

Zhang Heng parked the van on a neighboring street in an area with few people around.

They were now less than two hundred meters from the tracker.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Heng said, "Wait here for me."

"Hm?"

Zhang Heng did not explain