Commander Li Wenqiang didn't have the time to waste on repeating the same sweep twice. After all, that was the definition of insanity, and he was already feeling more than a bit insane.
Once his men began moving through the upper floor, clearing rooms with controlled precision, Li turned his attention elsewhere. The structure itself had already been assessed. The living space offered nothing that could explain what had happened to the convoy's supplies, and repeating the same steps would not produce a different result.
If the answer existed, it would not be where it had already been looked for. It would be in a place they never considered.
He moved toward the basement door, but the shift did not go unnoticed.
The room behind him held steady, but the subtle adjustments were there if someone knew what to look for.
