Infiltrate

Three days later, early morning.

In the western suburbs of the Magic Capital, at Tenglong Private Airport.

A Gulfstream G650 with sleek lines and understated paint sat quietly on the private apron.

Li Guohua stood personally beside the gangway. He was in his fifties, extremely well maintained, his hair combed without a strand out of place, dressed in a perfectly tailored bespoke suit, his presence powerful.

But at this moment, he was slightly bent at the waist, waiting with a respectful expression.

A black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedan slowly drove onto the apron and stopped beside the plane.

The car door opened, and Zhou Qing stepped out.

Today, he had changed into a black outdoor hardshell jacket and carried a somewhat worn tactical backpack on his back. He looked like an ordinary outdoor enthusiast, except that his aura was far too calm.

"Mr. Zhou!" Li Guohua hurriedly came forward two steps.

Zhou Qing nodded, his gaze sweeping over the plane before glancing behind Li Guohua.

Aside from a few uniformed, well-trained crew members and ground staff, there were three other people.

One was a stocky, dark-skinned man with bright, sharp eyes, carrying a bulging hiking pack on his back—Zhao Tiezhu.

One was a scrawny little old man wearing thick black-rimmed glasses and holding a compass—Sun Bu'er.

The last was a middle-aged woman in a red hardshell jacket, still carrying the charm of her youth. Her eyebrows and eyes held a hint of foxlike allure, and a string of glossy bone beads was wrapped around her wrist—Hu Sangu.

All three saw Zhou Qing and nodded in greeting one after another, counting it as having said hello. They seemed to know one another as well, and there was appraisal in the way their eyes met.

"Senior Zhou." Zhao Tiezhu grinned, showing a mouthful