Crack—
A crisp bone snap rang out.
Yang Chu emerged from the darkness and silently twisted the neck of a foreigner standing in the shadows beside a shipping container.
The next moment, he glanced at a giant crane on the seaward side of Pier One, about fifty meters away.
Carefully, he propped the man with the broken neck against the iron railing beside the container so he wouldn't fall. Then he disappeared into the darkness, using the blind spots between the containers to keep out of sight.
Ever since he and Xu Xi had entered Pier One, Yang Chu's mind had been mapping the entire area of Kwai Chung Terminal.
Pier One had become a three-dimensional map in his mind. The distant lights, the shadows cast by containers, and the hidden blind spots were all clear to him.
Keeping to the containers' blind spots, Yang Chu quietly made his way beneath the giant crane.
He carefully avoided a thin wire beside it, then climbed silently up toward a metal basket, less than two meters long and wide, suspended from the crane's arm more than ten meters above the ground. He moved like a civet cat.
Quick and silent.
"...The target has appeared... It's the instructor..."
The crackle of a walkie-talkie mingled with an indistinct voice inside the metal basket.
A foreigner in black combat gear was positioned at the basket's edge, aiming a meter-long rifle at a spot among the containers below.
With a soft thud, a figure dropped onto the basket.
The man, who had been watching the area around Pier One through his rifle, seemed to hear something and started to turn around.
But the next moment, a pair of hands had already seized his head and twisted it hard.
Another crisp crack.
The foreigner in black combat