Ji Ming's signal was a plume of thick smoke rising from the forest.
At that moment, it was the village outpost's defense changeover.
Because the outskirts are tropical rainforests with high humidity from year-round rainfall, fires are not easy to start. The small leader responsible for the handover cursed, assuming someone had carelessly tossed a cigarette butt. He pointed for five or six people to take buckets and extinguish the fire, allowing the others to swap shifts and rest as usual.
The ten-minute changeover was their most relaxed moment of the night.
However, it was also these ten minutes that created a security breach.
When the walkie-talkie crackled, Song Baiyan was no longer sitting at the square table. Seeing him stand up, Tang Li picked up Song Jingtian from the bed.
The little guy lay on her shoulder, half-awake.
