POV: Zhou Chenghai
"How many?" Xu Zhenlan asked, his voice calm and level, asking the question that mattered most from a tactical perspective.
Chenghai switched between camera angles, counting, trying to get an accurate assessment of the threat level.
The front gate showed at least forty figures, maybe fifty, with more visible in the distance moving toward the property with that same mindless determination.
The side cameras showed smaller clusters, ten or fifteen each, approaching from different directions like they were being drawn by something—sound, movement, the presence of living people behind walls and locked doors.
"Seventy-five to a hundred at the perimeter," he announced after a moment. "And there are more coming."
The gate was solid iron, professionally installed, designed to stop vehicles and deter human intruders. It would hold against the kind of uncoordinated assault he was watching on the cameras.
Probably.
