Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

Midnight is the time when security in Area K is at its most relaxed.

The fatigue of the day shift and the drowsiness of the night shift combine at this moment into a lingering sense of lethargy.

Su Ming sat up in bed without making a sound.

The entire dormitory was filled with snoring, and the camera in the corner was still flashing red, but to Su Ming, it was just a decoration.

Using the bed frame as cover, he squeezed into the 15-degree blind spot of the camera without making a sound.

The dormitory door was locked from the outside with an old padlock.

Su Ming pulled the steel wire he had prepared from his trouser leg. The wire became exceptionally easy to handle in his hands.

Without any unnecessary movements, it probed, rotated, and fine-tuned.

"Click".

With a soft, almost inaudible click, the lock opened.

This is a craft his grandfather taught him. A top-notch carpenter's understanding of mortise and tenon joints is enough for him to understand the secrets of most mechanical locks in the world.

He pushed the door open a crack, slipped out, and then gently closed the door behind him.

The corridor was dimly lit, and a guard at the other end was dozing off against the wall.

Su Ming didn't choose to walk directly towards the communications tower, as that would be too easy to expose him. He turned around and headed towards the kitchen in the opposite direction.

The map he had drawn during the day appeared clearly in his mind.

The back door of the kitchen connects to a narrow alley filled with garbage, which is the weakest point in the entire park's surveillance system.

Like a night owl, he moved lightly through the alley and arrived at the back of the generator room.

The deafening roar became his best cover.

The communications tower is right in front of us.

The two-story building at the foot of the tower was brightly lit, and the two sentries at the door stood ramrod straight, clearly on high alert because of the "big boss's video conference".

Su Ming did not approach, but instead went around to the back of the small building.

Just as he expected, there was only one lonely camera here, and the lens was covered in dust, making the view blurry.

On the wall, a gray metal distribution box hung silently.

Su Ming took out the brass key made of wire, took a deep breath, and inserted it into the keyhole.

Rotate.

Perfectly fitted.

"Click".

The door of the distribution box opened with a click.

Inside, the cables and switches were densely packed, and various indicator lights flashed incessantly. At the very core was a black server chassis, humming loudly.

He knew that this was the "brain" of the entire K district.

Should we cut the fiber optic cable directly?

No, that's too crude, and too easily fixed.

What Su Ming needs to do is to cut off the source of the problem.

He took the roll of electrical tape out of his pocket and picked up a small pebble from the ground. He wrapped the pebble tightly with the tape around the blades of a cooling fan on the computer case.

This is a simple physics trick.

Adding counterweights disrupts the dynamic balance.

After doing all this, he looked at the main server's power connector. Instead of unplugging it, he used his fingernail to pry the plug out very slightly.

A tiny crack, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

A loose connection. When the current increases, an electric arc will be generated, and the instantaneous high temperature is enough to burn out the interface or even cause a short circuit.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the fire sprinklers above the ceiling.

He smiled.

He used the remaining electrical tape to carefully cover the sensor on the nozzle.

Now, even if there's a fire inside, the fire suppression system won't activate.

What does it matter to you if I destroy you?

He closed the electrical box, locked it again, and returned the way he came like a ghost, leaving no trace.

Back in his dorm, he lay on his bed and waited quietly.

About fifteen minutes later.

"Buzz—buzz—"

An abnormal, high-frequency, piercing noise, like the buzzing of a dying bee, came from the direction of the communications tower, tearing through the night sky of District K.

Immediately following was a muffled "bang!"

A wisp of black smoke billowed from the window of the communications tower building.

The lights in the small building flickered wildly a few times before going out completely.

Almost simultaneously, the entire K district, all the lit places—dormitories, office buildings, monitoring rooms—suddenly fell into dead silence and darkness with a "snap."

Although the backup generator started immediately and restored the lighting, an even more fatal problem arose.

In the monitoring room, dozens of screens instantly turned blue.

"Internet! The internet is down!"

"Damn it! The server crashed! We're completely cut off from the outside world!"

"The boss's video conference was only halfway through! He disconnected!"

"Get to the communications tower! Hurry!"

The entire K district was in an uproar.

Countless guards, flashlights in hand, charged toward the communications tower, shouting and yelling.

Ah Biao kicked open the dormitory door and roared at the top of his lungs, "You all better stay in bed! Anyone who dares to move will be beaten to death!"

But at this moment, his roar was filled with unprecedented panic.

In the dark dormitory, all the "piglet" were too frightened to utter a sound by this sudden change.

Only Su Ming slowly opened his eyes from under the covers.

In the darkness, his pupils shone with an astonishing light.

The first step, information silos, is complete.

He could sense that this seemingly solid fortress of evil had begun to crumble from within because of his one small action.

Next, it's time to find someone.

Chaos is the hunter's best disguise.