Now that the plan had been settled, Han Su and the others drove straight to Highway 17 outside the city.
The first step in capturing the Ghost Truck was to set a trap.
This stretch of road at the bend on Highway 17 was the perfect spot for the Doctor's carefully chosen ambush.
Depending on the terrain, they could arrange anywhere from three to twelve different Blockade Positions in a triangular, hexagonal, nine-pointed, or twelve-pointed formation. The more positions there were, the stronger the mental power of the personnel stationed at them, and the more effective the blockade would be.
Of course, Han Su had only officially filed for three Blockade Positions, so there was no need for all that.
When Han Su arrived, he stood on the hillside and looked down. Two vehicles from the Execution Department were approaching from the city. One carried operatives who specialized in drawing mysterious symbols; the other was transporting approved special weapons.
To Han Su's surprise, the team leader was someone he knew.
Little fatty, who had briefly served as his team leader during a Disaster Management Bureau assessment, got out of the vehicle and spotted Han Su. His eyes widened in astonishment.
Then he shook his head helplessly. "He climbed the ranks that fast, and somehow I'm not surprised at all."
A month ago, Han Su had been a rookie under his command. Now, a month later, he was working for him as an operative. The sudden reversal of their roles had certainly caught him off guard...
Soon, as they got to work, a huge symbol roughly fifty or sixty meters in diameter took shape across the road. From the hillside, Han Su could see the dark red lines forming circles, triangles, and other interlocking patterns. It was undeniably conspicuous and unsettling.