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

On the third floor of the Jiangcheng City Bureau, Song Qianxia, ​​having finished showering and changed into clean casual clothes, strolled into the technical department's computer room, carrying a bowl of braised beef noodles with double portions of ham sausage.

Old Chen and Xiao Wang were staring at the computer screen with their eyes gleaming, typing away furiously on their keyboards.

Hidden within the image deciphered by reversing the hexadecimal code is an IP source.

"Did you find it yet?" Song Qianxia slurped up a mouthful of noodles, her mouth full of spicy flavor.

Xiao Wang pressed the Enter key heavily, and a red circle location map popped up on the screen, constantly shrinking.

"Found it. This email didn't originate from overseas at all."

Gu Tingchen was standing behind the two of them. He had changed into a black work jacket, making him look sharp and dangerous.

"The IP address was spoofed three times, deliberately redirecting the location overseas," Old Chen said, pointing to the red dot on the map.

"But the last physical landing point was in Jiangcheng."

Lin Wan walked in carrying the documents. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the red dot on the map was located on a bustling commercial street in the southern district of Jiangcheng.

"A Grand and Splendid Era?"

"This place is a semi-public, membership-based high-end club. It's said that just the initial investment verification requires five million in cash flow."

Song Qianxia nodded to herself.

She knew Shengshi Jia Hua very well; it was one of Night Owl's peripheral settlement centers, specializing in money laundering and intelligence gathering.

In his past life, Qianmian often hacked into their financial systems to watch the drama unfold.

Gu Tingchen stared at the red dot on the screen, tapping his fingers on the table.

"It's a deep-sea auction."

Lin Wan was a little confused. "What's the connection between this club and the Deep Sea Auction?"

Gu Tingchen took the mouse and brought up the architectural floor plan of Shengshi Jiahua.

"For underground auctions of this level, the buyers are diverse and carry large amounts of illicit funds. It's impossible to gather everyone directly to the final venue."

"They need an outpost."

Song Qianxia took a sip of noodle soup and naturally continued the conversation.

"Yes! Just like the waiting area in an escape room. Players have to have their tickets checked, their bags stored, and sign a waiver in the waiting area first."

"After verifying your identity and putting on blindfolds, you will be led into the real secret room."

Several people from the technical department turned to look at her.

How come this girl can connect everything to her work experience?

Now that we've found the transit point, our next objective is clear.

Half an hour later, in the task force's meeting room.

Old Zheng distributed background information about Shengshi Jiahua to everyone.

"This place has a legitimate business license. The boss's name is Li Hui, and people in the underworld call him Brother Hui."

"Inside, besides the usual KTV and upscale restaurants, the two underground floors house illegal casinos and underground banks. Security is extremely tight."

Old Zheng took a sip of strong tea.

"We can't lead the team in recklessly. If we alert them, the true address of the Deep Sea Auction will be completely lost."

The only way is to infiltrate and investigate.

Find a way to obtain genuine access to the deep-sea auction.

"I'll go." Gu Tingchen threw the documents on the table and made his decision.

Lin Wan hesitated.

"Captain Gu, the security personnel inside are all retired mercenaries or seasoned veterans of the underworld. It's too dangerous for you to go alone. How about we take Captain Zhou with us?"

If SWAT team leader Zhou Zheng goes, the combat capability will be sufficient.

But the two of them standing together had "We're the police, come and arrest me" written all over their faces.

Gu Tingchen tapped the table with his fingertip.

His gaze passed over the long table and landed on Song Qianxia, ​​who was trying to shrink into her chair.

"Why bring Zhou Zheng? We already have a ready-made partner."

The pen in Song Qianxia's hand fell to the table with a thud.

"Me? Captain Gu, you must be joking!"

She quickly waved her hand, shaking her head like a rattle-drum.

"With my skinny arms and legs, I wouldn't even be enough to fill someone's teeth!"

Are you kidding me! She's even planning to create her own pseudonym and go solo!

If she were tied to Gu Tingchen, how could she secretly send out electronic invitations?

"What, scared?" Gu Tingchen looked at her with a half-smile.

"Haven't you seen all the big scenes in escape rooms? This time, you can be a player, and everything will be covered by the company."

Upon hearing about reimbursement at public expense, Song Qianxia's eyes immediately lit up, and she brought up the idea she had thought about eight hundred times in her previous life.

"Can we eat at the club's high-end buffet? I heard they have unlimited Australian lobsters!"

Old Zheng covered his face speechlessly.

Gu Tingchen stood up and picked up his coat.

"Okay, as long as you can eat. Go get your clothes ready, and come with me tonight."

Song Qianxia immediately stood up straight and saluted.

"Mission accomplished! For the lobsters! Oh no, for justice!"

At 8 p.m., the technical department and the equipment department were working non-stop.

They fabricated a flawless overseas funding shell for Gu Tingchen.

Identity: Mr. Gu, a mining boss from Cyrillic who returned to China to invest.

Song Qianxia was his high-paid risk assessment assistant.

This combination is most common in clubs and is unlikely to arouse suspicion.

Song Qianxia rummaged around in the policewoman's dormitory for half an hour.

She changed into a black business suit with a skirt that reached her knees.

Her hair was piled up at the back of her head, and she wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. She was holding a leather folder in her hand.

She certainly looks like a recent graduate, a rigid yet shrewd female assistant.

But when she reached the entrance of the police station and saw Gu Tingchen leaning against the black Mercedes-Benz armored vehicle...

Song Qianxia couldn't help but swallow.

Gu Tingchen is intimidating enough when he wears his police uniform.

Now he has changed into a perfectly tailored dark gray bespoke suit, with his tie neatly tied.

His hair was combed back, revealing his sharp, angular brow. On his wrist was a Patek Philippe watch worth a fortune.

The way he stood there made him look exactly like a tycoon who controlled the global economic lifeline.

Song Qianxia jogged over and fawned over, opening the car door.

"Mr. Gu, please get in the car."

Gu Tingchen glanced at her; this girl got into character pretty quickly.

The two men got into the back seat. Old Zheng listened in via radio from the command vehicle not far away.

Old Zheng's voice came through the headphones.

"Miniature communicator tested normally. Be careful, and send a coded signal if anything happens."

The black Mercedes smoothly drove into the night of Jiangcheng.

The Grand Century Club is located at the end of a standalone commercial street in the South District.

The entrance was filled with various limited-edition sports cars and luxury cars.

A doorman dressed in a matching black suit stepped forward and opened the car door.

Song Qianxia got out of the car first, walked to the other side in her high heels, and opened the door for Gu Tingchen.

She clutched the folder in her hands tightly and pushed up her black-rimmed glasses.

The security guards at the entrance are not ordinary security guards.

Song Qianxia recognized at a glance that the two men on guard had the standard posture of foreign mercenaries.

His right hand was always loosely clasped at his waist, a position ready to draw his gun at any moment.

"Sir, please show your membership card." The security guard blocked their way.

Gu Tingchen didn't even glance at the other person.

He straightened his suit cuffs and spoke coldly.

"New customer, looking to discuss a big deal with Brother Hui."

The security guard sized him up, his eyes wary.

"We don't accept new customers without a referral from someone we know."

Song Qianxia immediately stepped forward.

He opened the folder in his hand and pulled out an asset certificate with a Swiss bank's anti-counterfeiting watermark.

It was shoved right into the security guard's face.

"Open your dog eyes and take a look. Our CEO Gu just returned from Cyrillic. He has eight figures in liquid funds readily available in his account."

"Get your boss out here to greet the customers! You've delayed a big sale; will your salary from the past few months be enough to cover it?!"