The farmhouse gate slammed shut just as the second engine came into hearing range.
Gao Jun dropped from the western platform in one smooth motion and waved two of Major Lin's soldiers toward the inner barricade. Wei Jian moved without waiting for an order, dragging a reinforced panel across the lower gate track. He almost lifted the whole thing by accident, remembered Tang Li Yue's warning, and very carefully set it down with both hands instead.
Tang Li Yue saw it.
Good.
Self-control was possible.
Miracles were multiplying today.
The cracked SUV rolled into the yard and stopped at an ugly angle. Fang Yi climbed out first, dust on his face and blood streaked along one sleeve, though he moved like none of it belonged to him. Xu Ren opened the passenger door more slowly.
Chen Qiao reached him before anyone else. "You are bleeding," Chen Qiao said, voice too high to be calm.
