We asked you to solve cases, and here you are sharing your criminal experiences?

Song Qianxia pulled out a bag of potato chips, sat cross-legged on the bed, and put on her headphones to tune the radio.

After a brief static, Silver Sparrow's arrogant laughter echoed in the headphones.

"Why are you still interrogating me? Why don't you investigate that nurse's background? I'd rather die than admit that Thousand Faces madman's methods are wrong!"

Song Qianxia popped a potato chip into her mouth and chewed it with a crunching sound.

That damned bird, even on its deathbed, it still doesn't forget to stab her in the back.

Zhou Hui's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Silver Sparrow, do you think you can buy time by changing the subject?"

"You're the one sitting here being interrogated now. Stop trying to distract me with other people!"

"Silver Sparrow, you seem to have misunderstood something. When you mention Thousand Faces, are you trying to tell me you're knowledgeable and experienced, or are you trying to hide your current panic?"

Gu Tingchen's voice was flat, without any discernible emotion.

"What's there to panic about? Don't think I'm easily frightened!"

Silver Sparrow snorted coldly, still trying to argue.

With a soft "thud," the file was tossed onto the desktop.

"This is your entire movement record since you entered Jiangcheng."

"You think you've done a clean job? The shady hotel you stayed in, all those disguise props you bought."

"We've even located the underground lab you used to synthesize nerve-blocking agents."

"You're a smart man; you should know that this evidence is enough to convict you without a confession!"

Silver Sparrow laughed dismissively.

"So what if I'm sent in? At most, I'll get a few years. When I get out, I'll still be living the high life."

Song Qianxia nodded in agreement.

Although she was never caught, the underworld outlaws are not afraid of going to jail; for them, prison is a free sanatorium.

In the past, when she encountered someone as stubborn as this, she would simply inject her with truth serum or brandish a razor blade on her finger, and that stubborn bird would have confessed to everything, even her ancestors. But now…

Song Qianxia tossed the bag of potato chips aside.

"The airdrop points I'm giving you are useful."

Song Qianxia placed both hands on the keyboard, her ten fingers flying across the keyboard.

The dark blue code on the screen cascaded down like a waterfall. She bypassed the domestic network and infiltrated the dark web database through a series of stepping stones.

Three minutes later, she forcibly extracted an encrypted file and sent it directly to Gu Tingchen's work tablet on the interrogation table.

With a ding, Gu Tingchen's tablet screen suddenly lit up.

Zhou Hui frowned: "Captain Gu, your equipment wasn't muted during the interrogation?"

"It's a high-priority warning popped up by the task force's intelligence gathering program." Gu Tingchen glanced at the screen without changing his expression.

When he raised his eyes to look at Yinque again, his gaze was filled with pressure.

"I think you might not live to see the day you get out of prison."

Silver Sparrow scoffed: "Don't try that psychological warfare."

Gu Tingchen leaned forward slightly, placing his hands crossed on the table: "Two weeks ago, you sold a piece of intelligence to an out-of-town mafia in Cyrillic State, causing the local gangsters to be intercepted at the docks, resulting in a loss of a full thirty million US dollars."

"The local bullies have now put an $80 million bounty on your head on the dark web."

The interrogation room suddenly fell silent.

Yin Que's breathing became noticeably heavier as she stared at Gu Tingchen, her eyes filled with disbelief. How could the Jiangcheng police have uncovered an internal bounty from an external mafia website?!

"How much did Night Owl pay you to come to Jiangcheng this time? Three million or five million?"

"If the Jiangcheng police were to now send your fingerprints and iris information globally through Interpol's internal network..."

"Do you think it will take those assassins from Cyrillic to get to Jiangcheng? Do you dare close your eyes when you sleep in the detention center?"

Silver Sparrow's voice finally changed.

"Don't you police officers uphold human rights?!"

Although Zhou Hui didn't know where Gu Tingchen got the top-secret information, as a veteran inspector, she immediately took over the conversation:

"Of course we respect human rights! Notifying internationally wanted criminals is a normal transnational judicial assistance procedure, and it is completely compliant with regulations."

"How dare you!" Silver Sparrow struggled to get up.

Song Qianxia listened to the sounds coming from her earphones and laughed so hard she rolled on the floor.

Unexpectedly, the two of them, working together in harmony, could create a decisive victory.

Suddenly, I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders.

She used to think that when dealing with such a stubborn person, she had to take matters into her own hands and subdue them.

But now she has discovered that she doesn't need to do it herself.

Once the clues are handed out, these uniformed people have plenty of ways to thoroughly investigate and punish the criminals.

This is what real teamwork is all about!

In the interrogation room, Gu Tingchen glanced at his watch.

"I'll give you three minutes to think about it."

"I will end this interrogation in three minutes. You will be transferred to a regular detention center first thing tomorrow morning."

"Then we'll see what fate has in store for you—whether you're silenced by the night owl or killed by an assassin."

Gu Tingchen stood up, making a move to tidy up the case files on the table.

"Wait! Let's talk!"

Silver Sparrow finally panicked, slamming the handcuffs against the chair with a loud clang.

In the monitoring room, Lao Zheng held a thermos and took a sip of water.

"Captain Gu's interrogation skills are absolutely amazing. This woman is about to give up."

Lin Wan nodded in agreement.

"Night Owl and his gang are all ruthless. She must be afraid of being silenced after her mission failed."

In the interrogation room, Gu Tingchen looked down at Yin Que.

"Have you figured it out?"

"Give me a cigarette," Silver Sparrow said hoarsely.

"Detention center regulations prohibit suspects from smoking during interrogation."

Gu Tingchen refused decisively.

Song Qianxia laughed out loud; the Living Yama really didn't have any intention of indulging others.

Yinque stared at Gu Tingchen for a full half minute.

She finally realized that the man in the police uniform in front of her was far more difficult to deal with than she had imagined.

"I'll be a witness for the prosecution," Silver Sparrow spat out through gritted teeth.

"I want you to apply for the highest level of witness protection for me, change my status, and send me abroad."

Zhou Hui tapped on the table.

"That depends on whether the information you provide is worth the price."

Silver Sparrow gave a cold laugh and leaned forward.

Have you ever heard of a deep-sea auction?

Song Qianxia, ​​who was in the dormitory, almost sprayed the mouthful of her favorite soda all over the screen.

deep sea?

That was the highest-level black market auction in the global underworld.

It only opens once every three years, and the location is random.

They sell everything from stolen paintings and top-secret intelligence to all sorts of illicit weapons and even living people.

Those who can get into that place are either rich or powerful, and they are all desperate criminals wearing masks.

They actually opened one in Wuhan this time?!

Gu Tingchen's voice remained steady.

"Go on."

"The Deep Sea Auction will be held in Jiangcheng in three days."

Silver Sparrow's tone was filled with undisguised fervor.

"Night Owl is one of the co-organizers of this auction. They're planning to launder a large sum of money in Jiangcheng."

"But that's not the point! The point is the highlight of this auction..."

Yinque paused for a moment, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense.

Zhou Hui wasn't buying it and slammed her hand on the table.

"Stop with the tricks, get to the point!"

Silver Sparrow licked her chapped lips.

"The final item in the auction is a legacy left by Qianmian."

"Cough cough cough!"

Song Qianxia was coughing terribly in her dormitory.

What is that?

Was it the two boxes of unfinished instant noodles in her rented room in Cyrillic, or the peppercorn she didn't swallow before she died?