Moonlight filtered through the mottled window glass, spilling across the corridor and casting patches of shifting light and shadow. The team members moved nimbly through these shadows like elusive ghosts, impossible to pin down.
He Chenguang led a group of operatives silently to the entrance of the communications room.
He stopped, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his pounding heart. Then, with crisp, precise hand gestures, he signaled the team to prepare for action.
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