At thirty, I started my comeback from the intelligence system.

"I can ask him to secretly mobilize absolutely reliable peripheral police forces to stand by. But the prerequisite is that we must first confirm your brother's location and safety, obtain solid evidence, and preferably find clues to the mole. Otherwise, acting blindly is too risky."

Her thinking was clear, and she grasped the key point instantly.

"That's right. So I need another person to come in with me." Chen Geng nodded.

"Who?"

"It's the owner of this barbecue restaurant, Zhao Longsheng, Brother Zhao," Chen Geng said, quoting the name recommended by the system.

A very subtle hint of surprise flashed in Mu Xueke's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by understanding.

She didn't seem surprised that Chen Geng would seek out Zhao Longsheng, but nodded thoughtfully: "He...it really is him...Yes, he might indeed be the most suitable candidate. Here he is."

Chen Geng turned his head and saw Zhao Longsheng walking towards him, wiping his hands with a large towel.

"Brother, I have something I wanted to tell you!"

A few minutes later, Chen Geng explained the situation again, again omitting the system and only saying that it was a reliable tip, emphasizing the risk of an insider and his determination to save people.

After hearing this, Zhao Longsheng picked up a towel from the table and slowly wiped his hands. His gaze swept over Chen Geng and Mu Xueke's faces, finally landing on Chen Geng's face, where he suddenly grinned.

That smile lacked its usual cheerfulness, replaced by a steely, cold hardness.

"Brother, don't try to provoke me. I don't know where you got the idea that I might be of some use, but since you trust me and have asked this question, especially since it involves the lives of our police brothers, and it's done with such underhanded tactics... I, Zhao Longsheng, am determined to handle this."

He paused, glanced at the busy workers in the kitchen, and called out, "Hurry up and clean up! I have some personal business to run!"

"Boss, what's up? Need any help?" one of the employees poked his head out.

"Help my ass! I'm going to stretch my legs, are you guys going to drag me down? Just mind your own business!"

Zhao Longsheng glared at him, his imposing presence radiating authority. The waiter shrank back, muttered something, and went back to work.

Mu Xueke then spoke up, "Boss Zhao is very generous! I will be in charge of the external support and will arrange for absolutely reliable forces to provide assistance at critical moments. But the prerequisite is that Chen Geng and you must first find the person, ensure their safety, and obtain evidence as much as possible."

Zhao Longsheng glanced at Mu Xueke, a faint, indescribable, complex emotion flashing deep in his eyes, as if he saw something else through her.

But in the end, he said nothing, only nodded: "Okay, clear division of labor. Miss is in charge of calling people, Chen Geng and I will go in and find them."

The title "Young Miss" made Mu Xueke's eyelashes tremble slightly, but her expression remained unchanged, and she tacitly accepted the title.

The two seemed to tacitly agree not to voice certain speculations.

"We need equipment and a plan, so we can act quickly," Chen Geng said, getting to the point.

"I have the equipment, wait for me." Zhao Longsheng got up and walked towards an inconspicuous little warehouse at the very back of the store.

A few minutes later, he came out carrying two large tactical backpacks.

Opening the backpack, the contents made Chen Geng's pupils shrink slightly.

Zhao Longsheng gave Chen Geng a brief explanation.

Two sets of black combat uniforms made of a special fabric, tactical gloves, and military boots. A multi-functional tactical belt equipped with a military-grade combat knife, a high-powered flashlight, portable breaching tools, and a medical kit.

There are also two lightweight low-light night vision devices, a high-powered telescope, and most importantly, a set of miniature communication equipment—including an almost invisible earpiece receiver and a throat patch microphone that transmits sound via bone conduction without needing to be held by hand.

There are no guns, and Chinese law does not allow ordinary people to have them.

But the level of professionalism in these things far exceeded Chen Geng's imagination.

This is definitely not equipment that ordinary veterans can obtain or retain.

"Brother Zhao, you..." Chen Geng couldn't help but speak.

"Don't ask. It's just a habit I developed in the army; I keep some old buddies for self-defense."

Zhao Longsheng interrupted him, his tone calm but unquestionable.

"Try this outfit on, it might not fit perfectly, but it'll do. Put on the communicator and test it."

Chen Geng knew this wasn't the time to press for answers, so he suppressed his shock and tested the communicator:

"Brother Zhao, my combat skills aren't great, and carrying too much professional equipment would just be a burden. I'll just wear my own civilian clothes. If I'm discovered, I can pretend to be an ordinary person who wandered in by mistake, which might lower their guard. I'll just bring a communicator and a small pair of binoculars."

Zhao Longsheng glanced at him, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "Clear-headed. Fine, whatever you say."

He stuffed another set of combat uniform and some equipment back into his backpack, and then quickly changed into the full set of equipment.

The moment he zipped up his combat uniform and put on his tactical gloves, the enthusiastic and generous barbecue restaurant owner completely disappeared, replaced by a veteran with eagle-like eyes and a calm demeanor.

Mu Xueke watched quietly from the side, her gaze lingering for a moment on Zhao Longsheng's combat uniform, which was clearly not a standard-issue uniform. Then she looked at the unique aura he exuded, a quality honed through years of training, and a certain guess in her heart seemed to become even more certain.

But she still didn't say anything.

The three finalized their plan: Chen Geng and Zhao Longsheng would infiltrate area B of the dock to locate and confirm Yang Yongchao's location and safety, and obtain as much evidence as possible, including taking photos and recording audio.

Mu Xueke stayed behind at the outer vehicle, maintaining contact with Uncle Shi through a secure channel. Once she received conclusive evidence and location information, she would immediately request him to dispatch a strike team to carry out the arrest and rescue.

Meanwhile, Chen Geng and Zhao Longsheng also had to try to get clues about the mole from Yang Yongchao or the guards.

Zhao Longsheng glanced at his watch; it was 2:40 AM. "Let's go."

The three of them said no more, quickly packed their things, and left the barbecue restaurant.

As I got into Chen Geng's Lincoln Z, the black sedan sped off towards the Shenjiang Wharf like an arrow disappearing into the night.

The car was silent except for the low rumble of the engine. Mu Xueke, in the back seat, took out her phone and whispered something to her uncle on the other end.

At 3 a.m., in an abandoned parking lot outside the Shenjiang Wharf, the three men got out of the car and conducted a final check of their equipment and communications.

"Xiao An, take care. Wait for our news," Chen Geng said to Mu Xueke.

Mu Xueke looked at Chen Geng, a hint of worry barely perceptible in her eyes: "Be careful! Boss Zhao... I'm entrusting Chen Geng to you."

Zhao Longsheng grinned, revealing a set of white teeth that looked somewhat sinister in the dim light.

"Don't worry, Miss. With me here, not a hair on that kid's head will be harmed. As for you, stay here alone, lock the car doors, and if anything seems amiss, drive away immediately and don't worry about us."

"I know," Mu Xueke nodded.

Chen Geng and Zhao Longsheng opened the car door and disappeared into the deep night.

The two approached the outer wall of the dock silently.

The management here is not strict. The wall is not high, but it has rusty barbed wire and a few surveillance cameras.

Zhao Longsheng was as agile as a cat, and in a few moments he climbed up the wall, cut a gap with multi-functional pliers, and then lowered a rope.

Chen Geng was about halfway up the mountain when he could no longer hold on, so Zhao Longsheng simply pulled him up with all his might.