"Li Bai, Sun Nanzheng, Ximen Dong. These should be the right people. Go on in!"
Matching the names on their documents, the embassy's military attaché confirmed that the three men before him were indeed the peacekeeping force's accompanying personnel, reporting for duty.
But the enormous motorhome gave him a headache.
Were they here for peacekeeping or a vacation?
The documents and the people were all in order. As for the motorhome, that didn't matter.
The attaché waved them through!
The embassy grounds covered a large area, and there was plenty of room in the parking lot. There were hardly any cars—just a handful—and ninety percent of the lot was empty. They hadn't even painted parking lines.
The fourteen-meter-long motorhome had a trailer hitched to it, making it awkward to back up. Li Bai turned the wheel and looped around before pulling the whole rig sideways into the lot. He took up at least seven or eight spaces, but when it was time to leave, he could just hit the gas and go.
Back home, he'd probably have gotten beaten up for parking so brazenly.
"All right! Let's get out!"
After switching off the engine, Li Bai was the first to jump down.
"Should we get our luggage?"
Sun Nanzheng looked toward the motorhome's cargo hold, instinctively thinking he should grab his bags.
People who rode coaches often developed that reflex.
"Idiot! The embassy isn't our base. We're just checking in and then leaving."
Ximen Dong patted Sun Fatty on the shoulder. He'd only brought his DSLR.
With his camera in hand, the world was his. He couldn't lose the tool that put food on his table, no matter where he was. Wait—first, he'd take a couple of shots of the embassy's main building.
Click, click. He went right back to