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Two technicians on duty in the monitoring room are trying to destroy all the surveillance footage.

Song Qianxia didn't waste any words.

He grabbed a metal ashtray from the nearby table and smashed it twice on the back of their heads.

The force was controlled perfectly; the person was just dizzy.

Song Qianxia nimbly dragged the two people to a corner, then plopped down in the swivel chair at the control panel.

Faced with dozens of flickering surveillance images, he placed his hands on the keyboard.

"This is Song Qianxia. The monitoring center has taken over. Follow my instructions."

"Old Zheng, Brother Zhou, you take some men and clear out the outer perimeter and the second-floor casino."

"Captain Gu, Old K's secret door leads to the underground ventilation duct."

Song Qianxia's hands moved across the keyboard like afterimages.

Black and green code cascaded down the screen like a waterfall.

Shengshi Jiahua's security system is considered top-of-the-line on the market, but in Qianmian's eyes, it's no different from a child's toy.

"First layer of firewall breached."

"The second physical barrier, bypass it."

"Third-layer core intranet, secured!"

five minutes.

Song Qianxia forcefully smashed open the core financial server of Shengshi Jiahua.

A progress bar popped up on the screen: [Copying all transaction data...]

"Can the technical section of the bureau hear me? Old Chen! Little Wang!" Song Qianxia shouted into the microphone.

"Got it! Xiao Song, you're amazing!" Xiao Wang's excited voice came through.

"Stop talking nonsense, open the backdoor and receive the data! I'm going to dig up all of Old K's dirty laundry from the past few years!"

The data transmission progress bar began to advance steadily.

Song Qianxia's eyes scanned back and forth across dozens of surveillance screens.

Suddenly, her gaze locked onto a blind spot in the underground parking garage.

A gray figure was emerging from the louvers of the ventilation duct.

It's Old K!

He was clutching a silver USB drive in his hand and stumbling toward a black modified SUV.

"Team Leader Gu! The target has appeared in parking lot C, level -2!"

Song Qianxia spoke rapidly into the microphone, announcing her location.

"He's getting on the bus, license plate number Jiang A-8852!"

Gu Tingchen was currently wandering through the maze-like employee passageway.

Hearing the voice in his earpiece, he pushed open the emergency exit and ran down the stairs.

"I'm in Zone A, about 200 meters away from him, with a load-bearing wall in between!" Gu Tingchen reported, panting heavily.

"Don't take the right path!"

Song Qianxia's eyes were sharp, her brain frantically calculating distances and routes.

"Captain Gu, there's an abandoned power distribution room on your left, the door's unlocked!"

Without hesitation, Gu Tingchen kicked open the dilapidated wooden door.

"Go through! There's a maintenance atrium inside. Slide down the ladder and you'll land directly on the roof of the vehicles in Sector C!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Gu Tingchen grabbed the rusty railing with one hand and leaped into the air.

The wind whistled in my ears.

There is a sense of absolute trust, as if you completely surrender yourself to the other person.

With a thud, Gu Tingchen landed steadily on the roof of a van.

He rolled on the spot to dissipate the impact, and when he looked up, he saw Old K opening the door of the SUV.

"He's going to set it on fire!" Song Qianxia shouted into her earpiece.

Gu Tingchen lunged at the car from the roof.

Old K had just inserted the key into the ignition and hadn't even had time to fasten his seatbelt.

The driver's side window was suddenly smashed by a hard object.

With a loud bang, Gu Tingchen, wielding a fire axe, shattered the explosion-proof glass.

The axe blade grazed Old K's nose before striking the steering wheel.

Old K was so frightened that his hand trembled and the USB drive fell onto the floor mat.

"How did you find me...?"

Gu Tingchen reached out and grabbed Old K by the collar, forcefully dragging him out of the shattered car window, and handcuffed his hands.

"No matter how fast you run, you can't outrun the police's surveillance cameras!"

Old K collapsed to the ground, his face filled with despair.

In the monitoring room, Song Qianxia let out a long sigh of relief and whistled into the microphone.

"Well done, Boss Gu."

Gu Tingchen bent down to pick up the USB drive from the car and brushed the glass shards off his clothes.

"Assistant Song's navigation was also good. I'll give you an extra fieldwork allowance when you get back."

Upon hearing that there was a subsidy to be received, Song Qianxia's eyes lit up like light bulbs.

"Thank you, boss! You're so generous!"

At this moment, a green checkmark pops up on the computer screen.

Data copy complete

Song Qianxia deftly unplugged the data cable and then formatted the main hard drive in the monitoring room.

He walked out of the monitoring room barefoot and stretched out a big yawn.

When I was an assassin, I always had to be at the forefront, afraid that if I was even a step too late, I would lose my life.

The feeling of hiding in the background, just talking, watching others work hard and still getting bonuses, seems... not bad at all?

Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau's special police have completely taken control of the club.

The once-glorious and extravagant Grand Hyatt has completely collapsed tonight.

Police cars lined up in a long queue, carrying suspects to the detention center.

Song Qianxia sat in the back seat of Gu Tingchen's black Mercedes, rubbing her sore ankle.

"Captain Gu, what's that USB drive Old K is holding?"

Gu Tingchen threw the USB drive onto the center console.

"The core client list and fund flow of Shengshi Jiahua are also Old K's pledge of allegiance to the deep-sea auction."

Song Qianxia pouted.

"Are those people in the Deep Sea so short-sighted? They think this is high-quality stuff?"

Gu Tingchen glanced at her through the rearview mirror but didn't say anything.

This is currently the only thing the police have that can be linked to the underworld.

The incandescent lights in the city police interrogation room were blindingly bright.

Old K sat in the interrogation chair, his hands cuffed, still maintaining his unyielding attitude.

"Officer Gu, I've confessed everything I need to. I'm just a casino owner and bookmaker."

"That USB drive contains my usual records of social interactions. It's useless for you police to take it."

Gu Tingchen sat behind the table and threw a thick stack of printed papers in front of Old K.

"Social exchanges?"

Three months ago, a Cyrillic arms dealer laundered $50 million.

"Last month, the assassins on the dark web bounty list received their final payments."

Gu Tingchen tapped his fingertips on the table, his voice icy cold.

"Old K, you've made quite a big transit point. Enough for you to spend ten years in jail."

Old K's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Captain Gu, since you've investigated so thoroughly, why are you asking me?"

In the monitoring room next door, Song Qianxia and Lao Zheng were staring at the one-way glass.

"That old fox is too stubborn." Old Zheng took a sip of strong tea. "He's calculated that we can't do anything to him right now."

Song Qianxia leaned against the wall, biting on a lollipop.

"Captain Zheng, he's not just being stubborn; he's waiting for Night Owl's men to rescue him."

Gu Tingchen stood up, walked to Old K, and placed his hands on the back of the interrogation chair.

"Where is the actual address of the Deep Sea Auction?"

Old K laughed.

"Officer Gu, don't waste your energy."

"Even if I give you the address, you still can't get in."

"The rules of the deep sea are that without a sufficiently powerful credentials, you won't even know which way the door opens."

Gu Tingchen stared into his eyes.

"What if we could get it?"

Old K shrugged noncommittally.

The interrogation reached a stalemate.

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

Everyone looked grim.

Old Zheng, clutching his notebook, complained, "Isn't this ridiculous! We can't exactly dig up all that junk that the evidence department seized before and put it up for auction, can we?"

Lin Wan distributed the compiled information to everyone.

"The evidence from the physical evidence department doesn't meet the requirements."

Gu Tingchen sat in the main seat and rubbed his temples.

"How about we have the technical department make a high-quality replica?"

Old Chen was in a bit of a dilemma.

"Captain Gu, theoretically, it's not a problem to make a fake using equipment. But the deep-sea inspection mechanism is extremely abnormal; they follow the underground inspection rules. The technical department doesn't understand the details of black market authentication, and if we're not careful, we might be exposed as soon as we walk in."

Gu Tingchen's gaze passed over the long table and landed on Song Qianxia, ​​who was sitting in the corner secretly drinking milk tea.

"Don't worry, just find someone knowledgeable to be your quality control person."