Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

The corridor was filled with the sounds of boots scraping and metal hitting the ground.

The task force leader, with a heavy gun pointed at him, was sweating profusely, but he still tried to hold on.

Do you know what you're doing?

"I know."

Shen Zhong looked at him.

"You don't know."

Zhou Weiguo bent down, picked up a classified communication terminal, and weighed it in his hand.

"The items are nice, but unfortunately they were taken to the wrong place."

The task force leader's eye twitched. "That's the task force's confidential equipment."

"Then I'll have to take a look even more."

Zhou Weiguo put the terminal on the ground and picked up the demolition hammer from the fire extinguisher box next to him.

boom.

The outer shell is cracked.

boom.

The screen shattered into several pieces.

The task force leader panicked, "Zhou Weiguo, how dare you damage classified equipment!"

Zhou Weiguo squatted down, put on gloves, and poked around in the cracked inner liner a few times.

"Don't make a sound."

He used tweezers to pick out a sensor chip the size of a grain of rice.

Under the light, there are very faint markings on the edge of the chip.

Q2.

Zhou Weiguo held up the chip and grinned.

"Wow, the Military Discipline Inspection Commission's terminal has a Q2 homologous sensing chip hidden inside. Your task force is quite well-equipped."

The people who were pinned to the ground fell silent at the same time.

The color drained from the face of the task force leader.

Shen Zhong sheathed his gun but did not retreat.

"Take them away and detain them separately. Put all weapons in storage with their serial numbers, and dismantle and inspect all communication equipment. Record the scene and immediately seal it as a top-secret package."

"Yes."

Zhou Weiguo put the chip into a sealed bag, pressed down the seal, and flicked his finger across the surface of the bag.

He turned to look at Shen Zhong.

Shen Zhong took the sealed bag, his gaze falling on the Q2 logo, his tone remaining perfectly flat.

"They even dare to wear the tiger skin of the Military Discipline Inspection Commission. It seems that the one in Xishan is really in a hurry."

After the group that fabricated the transfer order was taken away separately, the blast door was still locked, and the only sound in the corridor was the sound of boots stomping on the ground.

Shen Zhong stood in front of the command post, his military uniform buttoned up to the top, a cigarette dangling from his hand.

Zhou Weiguo packed the Q2 sensor chip, the order to abolish the transfer, and the spare seal imprint into the top-secret evidence box one by one.

"Commander, Xishan has now exposed all the old secrets of the Military Discipline Inspection Commission."

Shen Zhong glanced at him.

"Once you lift it up, don't put it back up."

The military line connected to Xu Lao's office.

Shen Zhong pushed the on-site audio and video recordings, the transfer order number verification report, and the on-site recordings into the direct reporting channel.

Thirty seconds later, the red approval was issued.

Hold your ground on the northern front.

All clues were packaged in top secret.

Personnel, physical evidence, phone calls, spectrum, and jump addresses must not leave the warehouse.

If necessary, the entire set of materials can be sent to Beijing at any time.

After Zhou Weiguo finished reading, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"Old Xu is telling us to weld the door shut."

Shen Zhong put the cigarettes back into the tin box.

"Guard the gates, and prepare the road."

"What if Xishan sends someone else?"

"Make sure they bring all the signatures."

Zhou Weiguo grinned and turned to seal the box.

The iron cabinets were closed one by one, and red stamps were placed on top of the seals, sealing the opening on the northern line as tightly as bricks.

The northern suburbs of Jingzhou.

Hengtong Warehousing No. 3 Cold Chain Warehouse.

The bankruptcy liquidation sign was still hanging outside, but the yard was full of police cars, economic crime investigation vehicles, and enforcement bureau vehicles.

Li Dakang stood by the entrance to the underground greenhouse, his dark trench coat buttoned up neatly, a walkie-talkie in his hand, his eyes fixed on the row of old servers.

Lin Huahua sat at the makeshift technical table, her hair tied up in a mess, her eyes red from lack of sleep, and her fingers tapping away.

The reverse engineering program is forcefully extracting residual data from the underlying layer of the jump server.

The progress bar reached 78%, paused for a moment, and then advanced two more bars.

The technician next to him lowered his voice.

"Director Lin, this machine is too old. If we force it any further, the disk array might collapse first."

Lin Huahua did not look up.

"If it's going to collapse, it should finish speaking before it collapses."

Li Dakang looked at her.

"How much longer?"

"Let's see if it'll give us the time of day."

An error message popped up on the screen.

Lin Huahua grabbed the ice-cold coffee next to her and took a sip, her brows furrowing immediately.

"Who made this? It smells like keyboard cleaning solution."

Li Dakang didn't even blink.

"As long as it can refresh your mind, I'll have the municipal government canteen refill your cup with two good ones later."

"Secretary Li, I've taken that to heart."

"First, pry open the server nozzle."

Lin Huahua rolled up her sleeves.

"Alright, let's show it the skills of the provincial department's all-night prodigy today."

The progress bar is stuck at 80%.

The underlying directory seems to be held down, refusing to release anything further.

Lin Huahua stared at the screen, reciting the verification value.

"Old springboard signature, Haizhou Port mirror, front-end outsourcing interface... missing a root key fragment."

Just as she was about to knock again, the light tube above suddenly shone brightly.

hum.

The entire warehouse area was hit by a high-frequency shock; the lights flashed several times, and the monitor screens became distorted.

"Disconnect from the internet!"

Lin Huahua slapped off the unnecessary power source.

The next moment, the underground greenhouse went dark.

The backup power supply in the server rack is still beeping.

Drip, drip, drip.

Li Dakang picked up the walkie-talkie.

"What's the situation on the outside?"

The walkie-talkie was full of static.

Someone shouted from the doorway.

"The municipal power grid repair crew has arrived. They say the main line has been hit by a high-frequency surge and they need to come in and check the distribution box."

Li Dakang's expression turned somber.

"Who notified them?"

No one answered.

In the darkness, Lin Huahua turned on the flat panel light.

"Secretary Li, don't let them into the core area."

Li Dakang raised his hand.

"Stop them, check their documents."

The perimeter of the warehouse.

Three engineering vehicles marked "Electricity Emergency Repair" were parked by the fence.

Several people wearing orange reflective vests carried toolboxes inside, their faces covered by masks and their hats pulled low.

The person in charge flashed his work badge in front of the officers on duty.

"Main line is under attack, the distribution cabinet is about to burn, get out of the way."

The police officer on duty reached out to take the identification.

The man bumped his shoulder, and two people behind him lifted the box at the same time.

The lid of the box was slightly ajar.

There were no repair tools inside, only black strong magnets and wrapped high explosives.

The leader was a killer left behind by the remnants of the Haizhou Railway.

"Place it on the computer case, remove it in thirty seconds."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved at the warning lights.

Snapped.

Another row of exterior lights went out.

Several figures crept along the wall toward the underground entrance.

At the entrance of the underground greenhouse, Li Dakang could already tell that the footsteps were wrong.

He reached out and blocked Lin Huahua behind the server rack.

"After the technician withdrew the shield, he hugged the file box."

Lin Huahua picked up the mobile array box, without moving her feet.

"Secretary Li, if I retire, 80% of it will be wasted."

"Once the person is gone, even 800% of the effort is useless."

"But if we lose this stuff, all our hard work will have been for nothing."

Li Dakang glanced at her and pressed down hard on the walkie-talkie.

"Everyone, hold the server."

Outside the warehouse, a heavy riot control vehicle sped in, hugging the courtyard wall.

Clang.

The roller shutter door was smashed by the front of the car, and the sheet metal was rolled up into a ball, flying far away, grazing the ground.

The car door opened.

Qi Tongwei got out of the car.

His left arm was in a sling, and he wore a dark coat over his hospital gown. He held a submachine gun in his right hand, keeping the muzzle firmly pressed down.

His appearance was like that of a god of war emerging from the night.

Two lines of SWAT shield teams deployed and advanced close to the vehicle.

Lin Huahua almost shouted out loud.

"Director Qi? What brings you here?"