It rained heavily in Jiangcheng in June, as thin as needles, and it felt cold and painful when it pricked my face.
Cao Yaqi squatted behind the trash can at the entrance of the alley, holding the walkie-talkie in her hand, her palms all sweaty.
The instructions from the command center came from the earphones - "The target has entered the encirclement. Each team should pay attention and close the net in three minutes."
She took a deep breath and her knees clicked as she stood up, feeling sore and numb.
She had been squatting for forty minutes and her legs had long lost feeling, but she did not dare to move.
Yang Hui was five meters behind her, holding a gun and looking like she was waiting for takeout.
"Are you nervous?"
Yang Hui asked her, her voice was very soft.
Cao Yaqi shook her head: "It's okay."
"Don't be afraid."
Yang Hui patted her on the shoulder, "Everyone has to go through the first arrest.
Just follow me later. "
Cao Yaqi nodded, but what she was thinking about was another thing - she hadn't eaten at noon today.
I took a steamed bun with me when I went out in the morning. After eating it twice, I got a call from the command center, saying that a murder suspect had appeared in the south of the city.
