Tang Xiaoquan stretched comfortably, he had just finished his surveillance task. To avoid missing happenings on the Factory side due to fatigue, he and Old Zhao agreed to swap shifts every half hour.
This way, they could maximize the restoration and adjustment of their spirits to the most vigorous state possible.
Although half an hour might not seem too long, staying in one spot in a specific posture for that long without moving isn't easy. At least today, Tang Xiaoquan learned the hardships of reconnaissance personnel.
This job definitely isn't something an average person can handle; besides enduring loneliness, one must battle all sorts of adverse weather conditions. Tang Xiaoquan's hands were already frozen numb, lacking sensation; he could only rub them continuously to restore blood flow and circulation, trying to quickly revive them.
Dragging his aching body, he trudged downstairs.
