Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Shen Hanzhou switched back to Chiji's communication records and continued scrolling down.

Zheng Daoyuan's movements have been very busy in the past week: three days ago, he began to transfer field staff from various locations in the Lieyang sub-district to Guangyang city; two days ago, he rented three gray vans around Cuitingyuan and parked them in different locations outside the community for three consecutive days.

Old Yan's intelligence network captured the vehicle identification records of these three vehicles, clearly marking the license plate numbers, parking times, and shift change patterns.

"Zheng Daoyuan set up a net in Cui Ting Garden."

Shen Hanzhou spoke softly to the screen.

His finger continued to slide across the tablet, bringing up the communication records of Xiongbei Company.

Zheng Daoyuan sent a brief and direct instruction in the internal encrypted channel: "The target will come to find Jiang Yubai. Deploy surveillance around Cui Ting Yuan, capture him alive is the priority. The target's abilities are related to cement, all personnel should avoid staying on cement roads."

Shen Hanzhou finished reading the instruction and twitched the corner of his mouth.

When Zheng Daoyuan installed the tracking device on the motorcycle, he was gambling with his life.

Now they're using my senior's people as bait.

He thought Shen Hanzhou would impulsively rush into the internet for Jiang Yubai's sake, but he overlooked one thing.

"I'm not in a hurry to see her."

Shen Hanzhou turned off the tablet, unplugged the USB drive from the port, and held it in his hand. "I'll kill all the people who set up the network first."

He restarted his motorcycle and headed towards Gwangyang city.

The wind rushed into his collar, drying the remaining blood and sweat on his face.

The poplar grove rushed past on both sides, and the asphalt road surface gleamed grayish-white in the morning light.

He mentally reviewed the terrain surrounding Cui Ting Yuan—Old Yan's intelligence database contained complete urban construction files for Guangyang City. Cui Ting Yuan was an old residential area built ten years ago, and there were three high points around it that could monitor the main gate and Building No. 3: to the south was a nine-story commercial building that had been abandoned for more than five years; to the northwest was an old water tower, forty meters high, which was slated for demolition; and to the east was an old middle school that had been relocated, with a four-story teaching building whose windows faced the main gate of Cui Ting Yuan.

Zheng Daoyuan sent people to guard these high points.

These three locations, along with the ground surveillance points around the community, can accommodate at least two visible sentry posts and one covert sentry post.

The purpose of visible sentries is to deter people from approaching.

The role of a sentry is to observe and wait for the target to come in on its own.

Shen Hanzhou mentally laid out the order of attacks.

First, clear out the outer high ground, making Zheng Daoyuan blind.

Then kill the ground surveillance team and break their arms and legs.

Finally, they entered the residential area and brought out Jiangyu Bai.

At four o'clock in the morning, Shen Hanzhou hid his motorcycle in an alley behind an abandoned commercial street, two kilometers south of Cuitingyuan.

He used his abilities to remove the mortar from a nearby brick wall, causing the bricks to collapse and cover the motorcycle, then walked towards the Cui Ting Yuan area.

The night wind, carrying the stench of rotting garbage, swept through the empty streets.

The abandoned commercial building on the south side of Cui Ting Yuan was indistinct in the night, its nine-story glass curtain wall covered with a layer of dust, and the roller shutter door at the main entrance was rusted and half-open.

He went around to the fire escape at the back of the commercial building. The iron ladder was badly rusted and made a creaking sound when he stepped on it.

He crouched down and placed his right hand on the concrete base at the foot of the iron ladder, activating his ability.

Perception extends from the concrete base into the entire building.

The internal structure of a business is imaged in the brain.

Nine floors, each an open-plan, single-level space, with crooked, abandoned shop partitions and mostly collapsed ceilings.

The first to third floors are the shops, the fourth to sixth floors are the restaurants, and the seventh to ninth floors are the offices.

He sensed two people moving around on the seventh floor and two people standing still on the ninth floor.

The two people on the seventh floor walked back and forth along the corridor with regular steps; they were the patrol team.

The two people on the ninth floor, one leaning against the window and the other sitting, facing the direction of Cui Ting Yuan, were the observation team.

Shen Hanzhou withdrew his hand and crept into the commercial building through the fire escape.

He took off his shoes and carried them in his hand, walking barefoot on the terrazzo stairs. Each step landed on the steel reinforcement area at the edge of the steps without making a sound.

As I climbed to the corner on the sixth floor, I heard footsteps and conversations coming from the corridor on the seventh floor.

He stopped in the shadows around the corner and listened intently.

"I've been waiting for three days, but I haven't seen a single person."

A young voice, tinged with obvious impatience, asked, "Mr. Zheng, are you mistaken?"

The other person didn't respond, and the footsteps continued to echo rhythmically down the corridor.

He spoke after a few seconds, his voice steady but weary: "When did Mr. Zheng miss out?"

Shen Hanzhou pressed himself against the wall in the stairwell, using his senses to pinpoint the location of the two people.

The two members of the inspection team walked one after the other in the middle of the seventh-floor corridor, with a fixed stride and a two-minute cycle for turning around and going back.

He waited until the two of them turned around and walked to the other end of the corridor before slipping out of the stairwell, silently creeping up behind a concrete pillar at the end of the seventh-floor corridor, and crouching down to wait.

When the two members of the patrol team returned, they did not find him and continued walking to the other end of the corridor.

Shen Hanzhou flashed out again and crept up to the eighth floor.

There was no one on the eighth floor.

He crouched at the corner of the stairs from the eighth to the ninth floor, sensing and scanning the positions of the two people in the observation group on the ninth floor.

One stood by the window in front of a telescope, while the other sat against the wall with a submachine gun beside his lap.

In the ninth-floor observation group, Lao Wu was lying in front of the binoculars.

He had his left eye covered by a goggles, his right eye closed, and an old scar on his eyelid.

This telescope was modified by the equipment department of Xiongbei Company. The lens is coated with an anti-reflective film. In night vision mode, the window of Room 902, Building 3, Cuitingyuan is so clear that you can see the folds of the curtains.

Next to him, Xiao Zhou leaned against a cement pillar, scrolling through his phone. A submachine gun lay casually beside his leg, the blue light from the screen illuminating his sleepy face.

Xiao Zhou yawned, turned off his phone screen, and rubbed his eyes. "Brother Wu, we've been waiting for three days, and there's no sign of him. Mr. Zheng, are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"

Old Wu removed his left eye from the glasses, picked up his thermos and took a sip of water: "When did Mr. Zheng ever miss out?"

He screwed the lid on the cup and put it back on the windowsill. "Shen Yanhui sent Jiang Yubai a text message before he died. Shen Hanzhou killed dozens of people while clutching the USB drive. He will definitely come."

The casual expression on Xiao Zhou's face faded slightly, and his fingers unconsciously reached for the grip of the submachine gun: "Brother Wu, have you met Shen Yanhui?"

Old Wu paused for a moment.

He reattached the eyepiece to his left eye, adjusted the focus of the binoculars, and spoke after a long while: "I camped out outside her lab in the three northern provinces. She would turn off the fume hood at two in the morning every day, and even after turning off the lights, she would stand in front of the lab bench writing, wiping away tears as she wrote."

Xiao Zhou sat up straight, his voice unconsciously lowering: "And then?"

"Later, she was executed by the Five Mountains Society. Her body was sealed on the autopsy table, and there was an unfinished character for 'escape' under her fingernails."

Old Wu removed his left eye from the goggles, turned to look at Xiao Zhou, and said, "Two months after her death, Shen Hanzhou defected."

Xiao Zhou gripped the submachine gun handle tightly, his knuckles turning white.

His lips moved, his voice tense: "If he really comes—can we defeat him?"