I was born and listened to my neighbor's older sister talk about her family of origin.

Jiang Ye abandoned the comprehensive defense and concentrated 90% of his computing power on one point, turning it into the sharpest drill bit. Instead of trying to crack the entire server, he aimed at an encrypted file marked "A-7 Ledger" that he had just caught a glimpse of.

Attack one point, and ignore the rest!

This is gambling!

He completely exposed his back to the opponent's attack!

"Found it!"

Just as the tracking code was about to break through the last layer of disguise, Jiang Ye's drill successfully tore open the shell of the encrypted file!

He didn't have time to download the entire file, so he could only extract a small, fragmented portion of the data!

[Downloading...1%...5%...]

At the same time, a red alarm box was flashing wildly in the lower right corner of the computer screen, indicating that his physical address was being peeled away layer by layer!

[Asia region...China...Jiangcheng...]

The other party's tracking speed is unbelievably fast!

Jiang Ye's pupils reflected the rapidly scrolling progress bar, and his heart pounded violently in his chest.

Faster! Faster!

[Download complete!]

Almost at the same moment, the tracking alerts also reached their peak!

[Target about to be locked: Jiangcheng, western suburbs... sizzle sizzle sizzle...]

It's now!

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Ye's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he swiftly pulled the USB drive out of the computer case with his left hand.

His right hand typed the last command on the keyboard.

It's not a retreat, nor is it erasing traces.

It was a trivial little logic program that he had just casually written down.

After doing all this, he kicked the power supply of the main unit hard.

"Snapped!"

The screen went dark instantly.

Almost two seconds after he kicked off the power, the blond young man in the next room who was playing a shooting game suddenly yelled "Holy crap!" and jumped up from his chair.

"Damn it! Why is the internet down?!"

"Boss! Boss! Where's the internet cafe manager? The whole internet cafe is down!"

The entire internet cafe instantly erupted into chaos, filled with curses, shouts, and the sound of tables being kicked.

Jiang Ye pulled up his hat brim, stood up amidst the chaos, stuffed the still-warm USB drive into his pocket, slowly pulled open the curtain, merged into the noisy crowd, and quietly left.

No one noticed the mysterious boy.

……

Thousands of miles away, in a heavily guarded underground machine room.

A dead silence.

Only a few dozen huge server screens radiated a ghostly blue light.

A man wearing a silver mask sat in the center of the screen wall, staring intently at the address that was finally displayed on the main screen.

"In Jiangcheng?"

His voice was hoarse, with a metallic quality.

A researcher in a white lab coat cautiously spoke up: "Mr. 'Ghost,' we've located it. Should we send someone over immediately?"

The man referred to as "the ghost" did not answer immediately.

His fingers tapped lightly on the control panel, as if he were reliving the brief but dangerous exchange that had just taken place.

His opponent's skills were cunning and shrewd, unlike any opponent he knew.

Especially the final desperate attack and the extremely decisive retreat, which were like a classic example of warfare, a textbook example.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he quickly tapped a few keys on the keyboard.

A window popped up.

That was a small program that the other party had implanted into his system before cutting off the connection.

It is neither aggressive nor destructive.

When the ghost clicks on it, the only function of this mini-program is to display a lonely black symbol in the center of his main screen.

"J".

Such a simple symbol, yet it is like a silent mockery, a contemptuous declaration from the victor.

The ghost stared at the period, and its eyes, hidden behind its mask, narrowed instantly.

He could imagine the arrogant expression on the other person's face when they left that mark.

"check."

The ghost's voice was as cold as ice.

"Even if you have to turn Jiangcheng upside down, you have to find this [J] for me!!"

If that ledger in the other party's possession is leaked, half of everything the organization has done so far will be wasted!

Where the hell did this expert come from?!

police?

Impossible. If they had such talent over there, they wouldn't be in such a passive position now.

Who exactly is it?!

They probably never would have guessed.

That was just a primary school graduate.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Stepping out of the internet cafe, the air outside carried a cool, humid scent.

The streets of Jiangcheng are bustling and noisy under the night sky, with neon lights flashing like shooting stars.

Jiang Ye stretched, his bones making a soft cracking sound.

He glanced at the time.

Three hours.

It has been less than three hours since he sat down.

Meanwhile, the top-tier hacking skills, which are valid for three days, still have 69 hours remaining.

It feels more than enough.

During those sixty-nine hours, he was a god in the online world.

"call……"

Jiang Ye exhaled a breath of stale air, and the tension in his body gradually disappeared.

Who could have imagined that in just three short hours, he had dropped a bombshell on the city's police force?

Ji Yue's crisis has been temporarily averted.

With these things, the police investigation will be much faster, and it's estimated that Lao Ji won't be doing that damn undercover work for the next few years.

As for that ledger...

He hadn't had a chance to look at it yet, but since the other party had gone to such lengths to protect it, it must be very important, definitely more important than Wang Zongyan.

Jiang Ye hesitated whether to pack this up and hand it over to the police.

But after thinking about it, I decided to keep it for now and deal with it after Wang Zongyan was brought down.

Jiang Ye slowly walked along, trying to recall if he had made any mistakes or overlooked anything, making sure he wouldn't be discovered by those people.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Ji Xiaoxiao.

Officer Xiaoxiao: "Aye, are you alright now? Does your head still hurt?"

Jiang Ye chuckled softly.

This girl, perhaps because of shyness or some other reason, has stopped calling herself A-Ye since graduation, and now calls him Jiang Ye.

Now they're eagerly calling for it.

He replied with "It's okay".

Not only is he alright, but you, Uncle Ji, and Aunt Chen will also be alright.

Ji Xiaoxiao, you should be that little girl who can grow up carefree and always dream of becoming a righteous police officer.