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This is a fictional world!

Night fell over the slums of Cyril, and the damp alleys reeked of mold.

In the dilapidated rental room, three top-of-the-line monitors were emitting a faint blue light.

On the screen, green code scrolled wildly like a waterfall.

Song Qianxia sat cross-legged on the gaming chair, her left hand rapidly tapping on the mechanical keyboard.

The crisp sound of the shafts striking each other was particularly loud in the quiet room.

She was holding a bamboo skewer in her right hand, on which was a beef ball that was still dripping with red oil.

"Those idiots on the black market really think they can stop me with some titanium-alloy-grade firewall?"

Song Qianxia took a bite of the beef ball and mumbled indistinctly.

She is a legendary hacker who tops the international underworld's bounty list, codenamed "Thousand Faces".

Both the legitimate and criminal worlds hate her to the core, yet they can't even find out if she's male or female.

Today's deal involves infiltrating the server of an underground bank and transferring all the dirty money inside.

The progress bar has jumped to 98%.

Song Qianxia put down the bamboo skewer and picked up the plastic bowl next to her that had the "Single's Talisman" printed on it.

The bright red broth of the spicy hot pot sloshed around in the bowl.

She slurped up a big mouthful of wide rice noodles, then picked up a handful of enoki mushrooms and stuffed them into her mouth.

The spiciness stimulated her taste buds, and she exhaled a refreshing breath.

Just then, the progress bar on the screen suddenly froze.

The alarm blared sharply, and a red warning box filled the entire screen.

"Anti-tracking system? Interesting."

Song Qianxia sneered, immediately put down the bowl, and her hands moved across the keyboard like afterimages.

Her fingertips flew across the keys, and lines of countermeasure codes were quickly entered.

Just as she was about to press Enter to launch her final counterattack, an unexpected incident occurred.

While eating hot pot, she accidentally swallowed a peppercorn hidden inside an enoki mushroom.

"cough--!"

Song Qianxia coughed suddenly, and a sharp pain shot through her throat.

Unfortunately, the peppercorn got stuck in the middle of the trachea.

Numbness, spiciness, and pain—three sensations instantly shot straight to the top of one's head.

She covered her neck with both hands, her face flushed red, and she coughed violently.

No, I need to drink water!

She turned around and reached for the mineral water bottle on the edge of the table.

Because her vision was blurred by tears, her hand slipped and she swept the water bottle to the ground.

The mineral water bottle rolled under the bed with a gurgling sound.

Song Qianxia stared wide-eyed, trying to breathe, but the peppercorn was firmly blocking her airway.

Her lungs began to burn due to lack of oxygen, and she experienced waves of dizziness.

The progress bar jumped to 100% at this point.

The words "Mission Completed" appeared on the screen.

But Song Qianxia was too preoccupied to be happy.

She slid off the gaming chair and fell onto the dusty floor.

She frantically scratched her neck with both hands and kicked her legs in pain.

The feeling of suffocation prevented her from even making a cry for help.

Her illustrious life flashed through her mind.

He learned programming at the age of five and hacked into the test library of an international joint defense system at the age of ten.

At eighteen, he became known as "Thousand Faces" in the underworld.

She evaded countless pursuits and escaped assassination attempts by top killers.

She had considered the possibility of sacrificing herself heroically amidst a hail of bullets.

I've also thought that I might be reduced to ashes in an explosion.

But she never dreamed that she would choke to death on a single peppercorn!

And this happened while eating a 15-yuan serving of spicy hot pot from a street vendor!

If this gets out into the underworld, where will she put her "thousand-faced" face?

Those enemies who were completely outmaneuvered by her must be laughing so hard they'd jump out of their wheelchairs.

"I...can die...but I can't...be this humiliating..."

This was Song Qianxia's last thought.

Then, her consciousness was plunged into endless darkness.

I don't know how much time passed, but the piercing sound began to echo in my ears.

"All bystanders, step back! Protect the scene!"

"Where are the second group? Quickly set up a cordon, don't let those reporters get close!"

"Has the forensic team arrived yet? Hurry up!"

The cacophony of voices, the piercing wail of sirens, and the crackling of walkie-talkies mingled together.

The noise made Song Qianxia's head buzz.

Wasn't she dead?

How come the underworld is so modern now? They even have walkie-talkies?

Song Qianxia opened her eyes with difficulty.

The intense sunlight made her immediately close her eyes again.

After her eyes adjusted to the light, she opened them again and looked around.

What comes into view is a towering building.

There were people all around, three or four layers deep.

At the front was a yellow and black striped warning line, separating the crowd.

Several people in uniform are maintaining order.

Flashbulbs were going off wildly outside the police line as a group of people with microphones were desperately pushing their way forward.

Song Qianxia was stunned.

What's going on here? This isn't the underworld, it's clearly a crime scene!

Could it be that she didn't die and was rescued?

She subconsciously glanced down at herself.

Upon seeing this, she was struck dumb, frozen in place.

She was wearing a crisp, dark blue uniform.

There was also a silver badge on his shoulder.

That's... a police uniform?!

She, an internationally wanted criminal, actually wore a police uniform?

Song Qianxia rubbed her eyes and lowered her head again.

You read that right, he even has a police badge number on his chest and a body camera hanging from his waist.

She raised her hand and touched her face.

The face felt unfamiliar; the skin was much smoother than before.

There were no calluses on her palms from years of typing on the keyboard.

This isn't her body!

Reincarnation? Time travel?

This absurd plot, which only appears in novels, actually happened to her!

Moreover, of all things to wear, he had to dress as a policeman!

This is like making a mouse the security captain of a cat colony.

That's absolutely ridiculous!

Song Qianxia stood there blankly, her mind completely blank.

Just then, an impatient, shrill female voice rang in her ear.

"Song Qianxia! Are you standing here like an idiot, acting like a telephone pole?"