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Gunshots echoed through the empty ruins, startling a few wild birds hiding in the shadows.

The night sky returned to deathly silence.

Zhou Zheng gave a tactical hand signal, and two groups of SWAT team members immediately moved in with their guns at the ready.

The powerful flashlight illuminated the area around the load-bearing column as bright as day.

Five minutes later, Zhou Zheng returned, cursing and swearing.

"Reporting to Captain Gu, nobody's here."

"We've searched the ruins to the south, but there wasn't even a footprint!"

Gu Tingchen's face was as dark as the night sky before a storm as he put the gun back into its holster.

Song Qianxia rubbed her ears, which were still numb from the gunshot.

She strode up to the broken pillar.

Scattered on the ground were a pile of broken plastic shells, the magnet ring of a tweeter, and several broken wires.

Song Qianxia squatted down and pulled a black wire out of the thick dust.

"Captain Zhou, don't waste your energy." Song Qianxia dusted off her hands and stood up.

"There's nobody here. He left an empty shell to tease us."

She followed the power lines on the ground and walked to a low wall in the corner of the ruins.

He stretched out his foot and kicked away a charred piece of broken brick.

Hidden beneath was an old motorcycle battery.

On the battery, a timer trigger that costs 9.9 yuan with free shipping from Taobao is tied with insulating tape.

The red and blue threads were tangled up in a mess, just like a poorly made craft project by a primary school student.

Song Qianxia poked at it with her toe, her face full of disgust.

"This workmanship is so sloppy. The red and blue wires are strung together like a spider web. Aren't you afraid of short-circuiting and burning yourself out?"

"These assassins must be really short of budget."

Lin Wan walked over, glanced at the inferior timer, and frowned deeply.

"So you tricked us into coming to this desolate place in the middle of the night?"

"Why would he go to all that trouble to broadcast this disgusting message?"

Song Qianxia shone the strong beam of her flashlight on the timer.

"The map is meant to lure us away."

Gu Tingchen immediately turned to look at Zhou Zheng, speaking very quickly.

"Is the entire Second Special Police Squadron here?"

"They're all here! Two snipers and three assault teams. If he dares to show his face, he'll be riddled with bullets," Zhou Zheng assured him, patting his chest.

"Something's wrong." Gu Tingchen frowned.

"This place is 30 kilometers away from the city center, and the road conditions are extremely poor. Even driving fast, it takes 40 minutes."

"Most of Jiangcheng's elite police force was transferred to the northern suburbs by him with just a tattered note."

"The city's defenses are currently at their weakest point of the year."

Standing to the side, Song Qianxia suddenly had Cheng Yan's refined and scholarly face flash through her mind.

The sociology professor sitting in his office at Jiangcheng University, drinking tea.

That old fox never acts without a purpose.

All the provocations, insults, and even bringing up the orphanage tragedy from ten years ago.

All of this was simply to thoroughly enrage them, so that they would recklessly mobilize a large force to the northern suburbs.

"Old Zheng!" Gu Tingchen immediately pressed his earpiece and called the command center.

"Check immediately! Are there any large-scale public events in Jiangcheng city tonight?"

From the command center came the sound of Lao Zheng frantically typing on his keyboard.

"Captain Gu, it's Friday tonight, there are a lot of events. There's a ballet performance at the Grand Theatre, and a star-studded concert at the Stadium..."

"Keep looking. Underground organizations like Night Owl have no interest in ballet or concerts," Song Qianxia interjected without hesitation.

Old Zheng gasped, his voice trembling.

"Found it! Jiangcheng International Convention and Exhibition Center!"

"The Xinghai Charity Foundation is hosting its annual children's aid gala."

"Not only were most of the city's political and business elites present, but also television reporters were broadcasting the entire event live online."

"The worst part is that they did it all to create hype and generate buzz."

"The organizers stacked a mountain of 50 million yuan in cash in a bulletproof glass case in the center of the exhibition hall!"

Fifty million.

cash.

Xinghai Charity Foundation.

Upon hearing these words, Song Qianxia's heart pounded wildly, and she dug her nails into her palms.

In her past life, she investigated human trafficking leads and eventually uncovered a money laundering channel.

This is the seemingly glamorous Xinghai Foundation!

This is the Night Owl's biggest white glove.

A mirror trying to steal its own master's money? That doesn't make any sense at all.

"Everyone get on the bus!" Gu Tingchen's order interrupted Song Qianxia's thoughts.

All the special police officers quickly retreated and nimbly jumped into the black Iveco police car.

The sirens ripped through the quiet night sky.

The convoy sped off like an arrow, turning around and racing towards the city.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was extremely oppressive.

No one spoke, only the occasional dispatching sounds coming from the walkie-talkie.

Gu Tingchen drove himself, pressing the accelerator all the way to the floor.

Song Qianxia, ​​sitting in the passenger seat, was thrown around and felt dizzy, her hands gripping the handle above the car door.

"You living devil, slow down! I'm about to throw up the sweet and sour pork ribs I had for dinner!"

"Hold it in." Gu Tingchen kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, not even glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

Song Qianxia took a few deep breaths of the minty air, forcibly suppressing the churning in her stomach.

"Something's not right," she said, breaking the silence.

"Something's not right?" Lin Wan, sitting in the back row, leaned out and asked.

"Have you ever calculated how heavy 50 million in cash is?" Song Qianxia asked rhetorically.

Lin Wan paused for a moment, then subconsciously shook her head.

"A brand new 100-yuan bill weighs approximately 1.15 grams. Fifty million would be half a million bills."

"In total, it weighs a full 575 kilograms."

"It weighs nearly 600 kilograms and has a volume of almost one and a half tons. How did he manage to move it by himself?"

Song Qianxia spoke very quickly and clearly.

"Even if he drove in with a forklift, right under the noses of hundreds of security personnel and reporters."

"He also can forget about getting the money out of the convention center intact."

Zhou Zheng chimed in from the back row.

"Maybe he has accomplices who can pick him up and take him away in a van."

"Impossible." Song Qianxia denied it decisively.

"Mirror is a severe perfectionist and an extreme narcissist."

"He treated this crime as his own solo act, and would never share the spotlight with any of his accomplices."

"If he wants to show off in front of everyone that he's better than Qianmian, he'll definitely go solo."

Gu Tingchen jerked the steering wheel, and the car drifted at high speed around the bend.

The tires made a screeching sound as they rubbed against the asphalt road.

"So, money is not his goal at all."

Gu Tingchen's voice sounded like it was mixed with ice shards.

"His goal was to create panic. To humiliate the police in front of everyone."

"In front of all the city's political and business elites, and in front of millions of viewers on television."

"What if he detonated a homemade bomb, or slit the throats of several wealthy people in public?"

"The Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau's security myth has been completely shattered."

Song Qianxia looked out the window at the rapidly receding street scene and didn't reply.

Gu Tingchen guessed half of it correctly.

Cheng Yan not only had to offend the police, but also had to test her.

He wanted to force her to make a move on this most prestigious stage.

Whenever she is in this situation, she will use her "Thousand Faces" fighting techniques or tactical moves to save people.

The entire city of Jiangcheng will witness how a trainee police officer, who was supposed to be a useless bum, has transformed into a ruthless killer.

At that point, she will be rejected by the rules of the day and completely fall under the control of the underworld.

This seemingly blatant scheme is truly ruthless to the core.

But if an ordinary person dies in front of her because she doesn't intervene, can she really stand idly by?

Song Qianxia gritted her teeth and reached into her pocket for the alloy hair clip.

The convoy ran through more than a dozen red lights before finally arriving at the convention center plaza 25 minutes later.

"Attention all units, maintain radio silence."

Gu Tingchen pushed open the car door and touched his waist.

"If there is resistance, you are permitted to fire."