Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 699 Professional, so damn professional!

The scene inside the room surprised him again—it was very spacious, a stark contrast to the narrow corridor outside.

The interior design is highly technological and futuristic, with a color scheme dominated by cool gray and dark blue.

In the very center of the room was a huge LCD screen that occupied almost the entire wall, emitting a dim blue light.

Below the screen, on the left and right sides, there were two long rows of worktables arranged in an arc. At least a dozen high-end computer monitors were densely placed on the tables, and various data streams and windows that he couldn't understand were scrolling rapidly on the screens.

In addition, there were some uniquely shaped electronic devices with flashing indicator lights of various colors, models he had never seen before, which were very high-tech.

A dozen men and women dressed in identical black suits were sitting in front of computers, their fingers flying across the keyboards, making a dense and rhythmic "clattering" sound.

They were focused, their eyes glued to the screen, showing no reaction to the person who entered, as if immersed in their own digital world.

To someone unaware of the situation, this scene might easily be mistaken for a tech company.
But the men in the maintenance department knew that since it was the Black Gloves, their main business must be things like murder and arson.

After entering the room, he glanced around briefly before fixing his gaze on the figure standing in the center of the room with his back to him.

He was an exceptionally tall man, estimated to be nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. Just by standing there, he naturally exuded a mountain-like sense of oppression, making the air in the entire room seem a bit heavier.

The man from the maintenance department took a deep breath of the cold air, trying to make his voice sound steady, and began:

"We should talk by phone, I am..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted as the other person turned around, revealing a face equally expressionless.
"Don't tell me who you are, and I won't tell you who I am."

Names and identities are meaningless here and have nothing to do with the 'business' we are about to conduct.

He stretched out his large, fan-like hand in front of the man from the maintenance department:

"Give me your business card!"

The men from the maintenance department were intimidated by the other party's imposing manner, and most of the anger and pitiful sense of superiority that had been building up along the way dissipated instantly.

He could clearly feel that two undisguised murderous intents were locked onto him from the shadows on either side of the door behind him.

He had no doubt that if he made any sudden movement or said "no" at this moment, he might be killed on the spot in the next second.

Whose blood do you think it is?

The maintenance worker obediently took out his business card from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

The tall man took the business card, didn't even glance at it, and casually handed it to a young woman wearing headphones at the next work table.

The woman took the business card and skillfully inserted it into a card slot in a device that resembled a card reader but had a more complex structure.

The indicator light on the device immediately lit up, emitting a faint blue light. After about three seconds, the indicator light turned green and emitted a soft "beep" sound.

The woman then took the business card out of the slot again, but instead of handing it back to the man from the maintenance department, she gently rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger.

With a cracking sound like a circuit board breaking, the white business card turned into countless tiny fragments and powder.

The man in the maintenance department felt his heart leap into his throat.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind—was there something wrong with the business card? Did the verification fail? Did Commissioner Zheng give him a fake?
Fortunately, the two-meter-tall man spoke calmly and in a completely indifferent tone:
"Alright, verification successful. Now, let's talk business. As agreed before, we can do something for you. Please tell us."

The man from the maintenance department was almost scared to death.

He was still a little dazed, but looking at the destroyed business cards, he seemed to realize that these people were not the senator's accomplices.

At least, it's not simply a matter of black gloves.

He exhaled, clearing his mind, and stated his purpose:

"I need you to secretly arrest someone and bring him back, and then, according to my requirements, interrogate him to extract the confession I need."

The tall man shook his head and said:

"It's two different things."

The man from the maintenance department frowned slightly and changed his words:

"Then just bring the person back. The requirements are that it must be done in secret, without being seen by anyone, and the person must be alive and able to speak."

The tall man nodded, acknowledging the single task:

"Okay. Who is the target?"

A slight smile finally appeared on the face of the man in the maintenance department, and he coldly uttered a name:

“Feng Mu is just a lowly prison guard in the Second Prison. If this matter hadn’t been kept secret and I didn’t have any trustworthy people on my side, I wouldn’t have needed to come to you at all.”

After all, dealing with such a minor character is incredibly easy.

The men in the maintenance department felt that it was a real loss to do such a small thing in exchange for a business card.

He strongly suspected that Commissioner Zheng probably didn't know that the business card he gave him was a one-time use item; otherwise, why would he ask him to use it for such a trivial matter?

Unfortunately, the business card had already been destroyed on the spot, and it was too late to say anything. He could only console himself that it was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, ensuring that nothing went wrong.

The tall man's face remained expressionless; he completely ignored the man from the airport maintenance department and instead turned to his subordinate in front of the computer, issuing an order:

"Initiate the target assessment procedure to assess the target's hazard level!"

"Crackling——"

On the right, the fingers of several operators blurred across the mechanical keyboard, the sound of their typing like a sudden downpour.

The huge screen in the center of the room was then activated, switching to a dazzling, rapidly scrolling data stream interface.

You can see lines of complex code, instructions, and queries being rapidly entered and connected to different databases.

Although the man in the maintenance department didn't understand advanced computer knowledge, he could roughly tell from the screen and the operators' hushed and rapid conversations that these people were hacking into the Ninth District Government's archives system, the Second Prison's internal system, the medical record systems of various hospitals, and so on.

His mouth involuntarily opened slightly, even though he desperately wanted to say something sarcastic:
"Isn't making such a big fuss to deal with a mere prison guard a bit of an overreaction?"

But he also had to admit that the professionalism displayed by this group of people was truly astonishing.

At least under the operation of these people, the firewalls of various systems in the Ninth District were practically made of paper, easily penetrated and invaded, and a large amount of data was silently retrieved and analyzed.

In an instant, the large screen began displaying various recorded information about "Feng Mu" in sections: Educational Records Section:

This displays Feng Mu's school records, including his exam scores, physical fitness assessments, and teacher comments, covering his education from early childhood to higher education.

Data shows that his academic performance was mediocre, his martial arts foundation was rated as "inferior", and his overall evaluation was low.

Prison Block:

The information displayed shows Feng Mu's employment registration information after entering the Second Prison, including his employment date, position, rank, and most importantly, his registered competence as "Level Three".

Medical record block:

The records show the number of times Feng Mu visited various hospitals from childhood to adulthood, the causes of his illnesses, and his treatment records. The records indicate that his physical condition is normal, and he has no history of serious illnesses or unusual injuries.

Other information blocks:

The records show that Feng Mu had joined a folk martial arts group called [Douqiong Martial Arts School], and there are also records of his reporting to the relevant martial arts association.

All of this information was dug up and integrated by these people from seemingly unrelated corners in just ten minutes.

After quickly analyzing the information they had gathered, the operators responsible for each block reported one after another:
"School information and early social record assessment completed, no abnormalities found, below average ability, poor background, simple social relationships, danger level: none."

"Medical and health records have been assessed. There is no history of abnormal injuries or illnesses, and no traces of gene editing or large implant modifications. Physiological risk level: None."

"The verification of the employment registration information at the Second Prison has been completed, and the applicant's strength has been registered as Grade Three. Compared with previous records, there has been an abnormal short-term increase in strength, deviating from the normal growth curve."

Marked as 'Slightly Abnormal,' Danger Level in Strength Dimension: E.

On the large screen, the word "abnormal" was automatically highlighted in bright red by the system, standing out starkly against the gray background.

The man in the maintenance department widened his eyes slightly, his expression showing surprise.

He didn't expect that the junior prison guard he casually mentioned would actually be found to have something unusual under the other party's professional evaluation system.

However, the tall man's face remained as cold as ice, showing no surprise or disdain for the "E" level danger assessment and "abnormal" label.

He simply stared at the red text on the screen with his deep eyes and uttered two words softly:
"continue."

A more complex and faster data stream swept across the screen again, seemingly conducting a deeper level of cross-analysis and probability deduction.

A few minutes later, a new line of analysis conclusions appeared in the center of the large screen:
[Analysis Report on the Reasons for the Target's Abnormal Strength Growth]

Possibility 1 (31%) – Falsification of employment registration information at the Second Prison.

The target may have exaggerated their capabilities through bribery or other means. This probability is 31%, based on an analysis of the target's social relationships and past behavioral patterns.

Possibility 2 (55%) – Abnormal correlation with Douqiong Martial Arts School.

The period of the target's rapid increase in strength overlaps with the time he joined the Douqiong Martial Arts School, raising suspicions that the school may have mastered and taught a training method that has a rapid effect but may come with unknown costs (heretical techniques).

Based on the initial screening of time correlation and martial arts school background, the probability is 55%.

Possibility 3 (7%) – Hiding one's abilities while in school.

The target deliberately concealed their true abilities during their school years for unknown reasons. This possibility is low, with a probability of 7% based on their past performance and personality profile analysis.

Probability 4 (6%) – Possesses a tendency to 'play dumb to fool others' behavior.

The target may exhibit deliberate signs of weakness, holding back their attack. This possibility is inferred from a very limited number of indirect behavioral clues, with a probability of 6%.

Possibility 5 (<1%) – Other unknown reasons.

This includes, but is not limited to, low-probability events such as evil ritual parasitism, high-level latent implant modification, and obtaining and fusing with unknown artifacts. While such events lack direct evidence, their probability is not zero, with an overall probability assessment of less than 1%.

The man from the maintenance department stared wide-eyed at the giant screen that occupied the entire wall.

The analysis report about Feng Mu listed on the screen resembled a meticulously written academic paper, with clear organization and rigorous logic. It peeled away and magnified the subtle anomalies hidden beneath the ordinary surface, revealing them under the cold fluorescent light.

The muscles in his face twitched slightly, revealing an undisguised strangeness.

On the one hand, he was indeed surprised that Feng Mu, a mere prison guard, could uncover so many "abnormal" points worthy of scrutiny;
But on the other hand, what stirred up even more waves in his heart was the astonishing professionalism that the problem-solving studio in front of him demonstrated in terms of intelligence gathering and risk assessment.

"Professional...that's fucking professional!" He couldn't help but curse in his mind.

Compared to these people, the police station and the technical department seem like amateurs still playing in the mud.

The tall man scanned the analysis results on the large screen expressionlessly, but did not immediately draw a conclusion. Instead, he continued to issue instructions:

"Deepen the analysis of related information. Check the detailed information of this Douqiong Martial Arts School, including its membership structure, social relationships, and past history."

"Yes!"

The operators responded immediately, their fingers flying across the keyboard once again.

The massive stream of screen data refreshed again like a waterfall.

Soon, more detailed information about Douqiong Martial Arts School was retrieved, organized, and presented.

From the headmaster Li Guishe, to the eldest brother Li Bashan, the second brother Gong Qi, the third sister... all the way to the youngest junior sister Hongya, who is the shortest and oldest.

Every single person's file, as long as it could be found, was meticulously compiled, including their photos, basic identity information, social relationships, and so on.

However, as the information was compiled, the number of "abnormal" prompts on the screen did not decrease; instead, they rippled more like stones thrown into a lake.

New analysis reports are generated quickly.

[Target Associated Organization: 'Douqiong Martial Arts School' - Threat Assessment Briefing]

Anomaly 1 (Personnel Infiltration Anomaly):

All of Douqiong Martial Arts School's core disciples have now joined various law enforcement agencies in the Ninth District, including the police station, the Second Prison, and the Special Operations Team of the Investigation Legion, achieving an astonishing 100% employment rate.

On the surface, the disciples seem to have good employment prospects, but considering the departments they are distributed in and the time periods, there is a strong suspicion of conscious and purposeful systematic infiltration.

Behavioral pattern analysis shows that this infiltration is highly organized, purposeful, and synchronous, far exceeding the scope of normal employment.

Assessment: Organized and premeditated systematic embedding, motives unclear, threat level upgraded.

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(End of this chapter)