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The plaza in the convention center was in complete chaos.

The wealthy ladies, dressed in expensive evening gowns, lifted their skirts and scrambled out of the house.

The well-dressed bosses even lost their shoes while running, showing no semblance of decorum.

Alarms blared throughout the lobby, and sharp smoke detectors blared incessantly.

Fire hoses from the ceiling were spraying water wildly, soaking the red carpet completely.

"Captain Gu!" The police officers from the local police station who had arrived first ran over, covered in sweat.

"What's going on inside!" Gu Tingchen shouted.

"I don't know! The power suddenly went out, and then tear gas grenades exploded in several corners at the same time."

"Someone inside shouted 'Robbery!' and the crowd immediately erupted in chaos."

"The bulletproof glass in the center of the exhibition hall was smashed! But there's too much smoke, we can't see inside!"

"What's the casualty situation?"

"No fatalities have been found yet, but dozens of people sustained minor injuries in the stampede, and ambulances are on their way."

No one was killed?

Song Qianxia raised an eyebrow beside her.

This is very unusual.

The Night Owl's enforcers are machines that never leave any survivors.

This further confirmed her guess that this was a stage play prepared to show off her skills.

Gu Tingchen, along with Zhou Zheng and Song Qianxia, ​​rushed into the main exhibition hall against the screaming crowd.

The emergency lights in the lobby flickered a stark white light.

The floor was littered with trampled high heels, shattered wine glasses, and scattered exquisite dishes.

In the very center of the exhibition hall.

The huge bulletproof glass cabinet used to store cash was violently smashed, leaving a large hole in it.

Several security personnel in black uniforms fell to the ground.

He was lying on the ground, clutching his bleeding head and wailing.

Old Zheng and his team from the Economic Crime Investigation Unit had already set up a cordon at the scene.

"Captain Gu, the money is gone." Old Zheng's face was ashen, and he was holding an evidence bag in his hand.

Song Qianxia crossed the cordon and strode over.

Countless neatly bundled hundred-yuan bills were scattered on the ground.

She picked up a stack of papers at random and rubbed the edge with her thumb.

It feels too slippery, the ink smells wrong, and it doesn't have the unique texture of a real banknote.

She simply pulled off the outer 100-yuan note, revealing the white paper inside.

"They were all practice tickets cut from waste newspapers."

Song Qianxia threw the stack of papers back on the ground and clapped her hands.

"There's a real banknote on top, but all that's underneath is blank paper. This is such a blatant act of deception."

Zhou Zheng stared wide-eyed, as if he had seen a ghost.

"The entire 50 million was switched? This bastard moved so fast? He switched them right under our noses?"

"No." Gu Tingchen stared at the shattered glass cabinet, his eyes sharp.

"This money was fake from the moment it was put in the display case."

The Xinghai Charity Foundation was originally just an empty shell used by Night Owl to launder money.

They deliberately used counterfeit money to hold exhibitions and create hype.

It allows one to gain a good reputation for doing charity while secretly transferring real money.

The show the mirror is putting on tonight isn't about robbing people.

He's just a troublemaker.

"Captain Gu, there's something here!" Lin Wan shouted from behind a Roman column nearby.

Gu Tingchen walked over.

A huge smiley face was painted on the marble pillar with red spray paint.

On the forehead of the smiling face, there is a pattern of a shattered mirror.

In the very center of the design, a dagger is used to pin a piece of gold-flecked letter paper.

It was made of the same material as the letter that had been sent to the police station before.

Gu Tingchen pulled out the dagger and unfolded the letter.

There are only two short lines of text on it, printed in regular script.

"You're too slow, officer. How can you catch me at this snail's pace?"

"Here comes the cat-and-mouse game. Turn left after you leave, it's the old neighborhood. You have ten minutes. Don't miss out!"

The provocative intent is off the charts.

Enraged, Zhou Zheng kicked over the nearby trash can, scattering garbage all over the ground.

"Damn it! Do you think the Jiangcheng SWAT team is made of clay?! I'm going to break his legs today!"

Old Zheng came running over, panting, with a walkie-talkie in hand.

"Captain Gu, we checked the surveillance footage. Three minutes ago, a person in a security guard uniform pushed a cleaning cart out the back door."

He ran all the way into the nearby Jinshui Old Street area.

"That was a shantytown slated for demolition, with complicated road conditions and all self-built houses."

"And..." Old Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling slightly.

"The city's surveillance network went down completely ten minutes ago. The fiber optic cables were cut from the outside."

Gu Tingchen turned to look at Song Qianxia.

Sure enough, this was a spot that Cheng Yan had scouted out long ago.

They were led around like monkeys for most of the night, just to play hide-and-seek with them in this blind area without surveillance cameras.

"Zhou Zheng." Gu Tingchen spoke very quickly and began to give orders.

"Take the SWAT team and block all four exits of the old street area from the east, west, south, and north."

"Set up a cordon, and don't let a single fly out."

"Lin Wan, you and your men stay on site. Check all staff members, verify their identities, and don't let a single one slip through."

Gu Tingchen changed to a new magazine and cocked it with a "click".

"The rest of you, follow me into the old neighborhood to search."

Without saying a word, Song Qianxia immediately followed Gu Tingchen and ran outside.

Exiting the back door of the convention center and crossing a road, you'll find yourself in a dark cluster of self-built houses.

The bungalows, of varying heights, are connected together like a maze.

The power lines stretched out in mid-air like a spider web.

The air was filled with the smell of household garbage and moldy soil.

Gu Tingchen made a hand gesture, and the SWAT team members spread out in a fan shape and carefully crept into the alley.

Song Qianxia stood at the entrance of the block and looked up at the intricate rooftops.

"Don't look at the ground, Captain Gu." She lowered her voice and pointed upwards.

Gu Tingchen stopped and turned to look at her.

"He has severe perfectionism and narcissistic tendencies," Song Qianxia explained.

"This kind of person feels that crawling around in alleys is like a rat, which is not in line with his noble status."

"He needs a stage, a place with a wide view, to showcase his skills."

"These continuous, staggered-level bungalows have unobstructed views and offer excellent visibility."

"For him, this is a natural parkour track."

Song Qianxia stared into Gu Tingchen's eyes, her tone very firm.

"He would never walk on the ground; he must be up there."

Gu Tingchen gave her a deep look and decisively gave the order.

"I'll follow you through the alleyways on the ground, you go up to the rooftops. Report your location regularly."

"Be careful. Don't engage in direct combat. Call for backup immediately if you spot the target."

Song Qianxia nodded and turned to walk towards a half-finished construction building next to her, with scaffolding erected on its exterior walls.

Using both her hands and feet, like a nimble cat, she quickly climbed onto the roof of the second floor.

Standing on the rooftop, the view suddenly opened up, and the night wind of Jiangcheng carried the chill of early winter.

A vast expanse of dark tiles and cement roofs stretches into the distance, like a undulating black sea wave.

Song Qianxia took a deep breath and lowered her center of gravity.

They started running quickly on this uneven track.

Tonight, let her teach this arrogant copycat what a true thousand faces really are!