"Brother Su, Brother Su, there's something happening in the north!"
Like a lifesaving sound, the woman's voice allowed those who were underperforming to breathe a sigh of relief, finally free from criticism, deeply grateful.
The awkward and stiff atmosphere suddenly turned cold. The mention of 'something is happening' was like a curse that made the responsible ones furrow their brows.
"I'm here, what's the situation?"
Zhang Su took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, took the walkie-talkie from his waist, and asked in a deep voice.
"Two vehicles have arrived from Qingbei University, a pickup and a van. They've stopped on the road, about... one kilometer from the northern watchtower!"
With a vigilant look, Zhang Ya peered north through the observation window, holding a binocular in one hand and a walkie-talkie in the other, with a charged hand warmer, a thermos, and a rifle on the table beside her.
"They've stopped on the road..."
