The military convoy didn't slow down until the gates of the closest compound came into view.
High fencing reinforced with steel plating wrapped around the perimeter, layered in sections that had been welded into place in a hurry but held firm under pressure. Watchtowers stood at measured intervals, each one manned with an automatic rifle, each one actively searching for threats.
Mounted lights tracked movement across the outer line, while rotating surveillance units swept in overlapping patterns that left no blind spots large enough to exploit.
Just seeing it, Commander Li finally let out the breath that he had been holding.
He leaned forward slightly in his seat as the lead vehicle aligned with the checkpoint. His gaze moved along the perimeter automatically, tracking positions, noting posture, confirming readiness. Nothing was out of place. There was no visible strain in the rotation. Not a single sign of forced response.
The gate opened on schedule.
