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

After passing through the long metal tunnel, the view suddenly opened up before me.

Standing at the entrance, Song Qianxia realized that this was practically a moving palace on the sea.

The huge cargo hold that was originally intended for loading containers has been completely opened up, and a dazzling huge crystal chandelier hangs from the nearly ten-meter-high ceiling.

Underfoot was a thick, dark red, handmade Persian carpet. Roman columns separated semi-open booths around the perimeter.

Some people wore half-face masks, while others showed their true faces without any hesitation.

But this is not the point.

The highlight is the two buffet tables on either side of the hall, each over ten meters long.

The table was covered with a snow-white silk tablecloth, which was piled high with top-quality ingredients flown in from the air: fist-sized Australian abalone, still-chilling Caspian black caviar, thinly sliced ​​Alba white truffles, and a small mountain of premium king crab legs.

Song Qianxia's eyes lit up like searchlights.

Gu Tingchen, with one hand in his suit trouser pocket, lowered his voice and reminded him.

"Stop drooling. You're now the chief assistant to a multinational mining tycoon."

But she still very cooperatively picked up a bone china plate.

Song Qianxia scooped out a large piece of caviar with a spoon and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Boss Gu, you're really out of your depth. If you're going to put on an act, at least go all the way!"

"We're nouveau riche now. If we don't eat our fill at a place like this, how can we live up to our 'big spender' image?"

Gu Tingchen looked at her cheeks puffed out like a hamster's and turned his head away helplessly.

Song Qianxia slipped to the dining table as if she had greased her feet and began to move around frantically.

They act quickly and accurately, always picking the most expensive items.

On the surface, he's frantically working hard, but in reality, his ears are perked up higher than antennas.

At eleven o'clock, there's that fat guy in the floral shirt.

When holding a wine glass, the little finger is unnaturally curled up, and there is a noticeable indentation on the first joint of the index finger.

This is a seasoned knife enthusiast who has been handling knives for many years.

At the three o'clock position, a tall, thin man is talking to someone in a low voice.

He subconsciously protected his left rib while speaking, and his breathing rate was half a beat faster than normal, indicating that he had recently been injured.

And the blonde woman on the right, her shoes have red clay stuck to the soles, the kind only found in the East District Industrial Park.

Three meters to the left front, a scarred man holding a champagne glass was talking to someone in slang.

"Things are getting tense lately, how many days can that shipment be held at the port?"

"The money laundering channel has been set up. As long as the accounts here are balanced, the money can be transferred out."

While chewing on truffles, Song Qianxia quickly created identity profiles for these people in her mind.

These people all have their own code names in the underworld.

Gu Tingchen, holding a glass of red wine, followed her at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

I noticed that although this girl was eating, she would pause to pick up food each time, and then glance at the people around her.

Gu Tingchen didn't expose him, but subtly blocked the gaze of a mercenary who was looking over.

"Eat less seafood, it's too cold in nature. Eat some beef instead."

He placed a slice of Wellington steak onto Song Qianxia's plate.

Song Qianxia was stunned for a moment. When did this living devil become so considerate?

Suddenly, the lights in the banquet hall dimmed.

Only one spotlight shines on the stage directly in front of you.

A white auctioneer wearing a dark red suit and white gloves walked up to the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the deep sea."

"Everyone is already aware of the rules for tonight. We only recognize the chips, not their origin."

The lights in the lobby dimmed.

The first item was brought out on a tray by a woman wearing a high-slit cheongsam.

The tray was covered with a red cloth and looked quite small.

The buyers in the audience began to whisper among themselves, all speculating about what antique would be served as the appetizer that evening.

Song Qianxia placed the plate on the table, picked up a glass of sparkling water, took a sip, and stared at the woman in the center of the hall.

The woman lifted the red cloth.

On the tray was actually an ordinary USB flash drive.

"The first item up for auction is information."

The auctioneer introduced the items with a smile.

"Internal duty schedules and reports on rotation loopholes of customs in the 14 countries in Area A for the next six months."

"With this, your goods will pass through these countries as if they were in an empty land."

Starting bid: three million US dollars.

There wasn't a single sound of surprise from the entire audience.

A portly buyer raised his bidding paddle and immediately added a million dollars.

A layer of cold sweat seeped out from Song Qianxia's back.

Three million US dollars to buy customs loopholes in fourteen countries.

This isn't just about money. If this report falls into the hands of transnational drug cartels or arms dealers, those countries' borders will become completely meaningless, and massive amounts of contraband will flood the market without any hindrance!

The second item was quickly put up for auction.

"The source code of the backdoor program for the latest generation of police communication system in a certain country."

"It can monitor and tamper with commands from the command center in real time, and even paralyze the monitoring system in a specific area for ten minutes."

"Starting bid: five million US dollars; minimum increment: five hundred thousand US dollars."

"Five and a half million!" someone shouted, holding up a sign.

"Six million!"

"Eight million!"

The price skyrocketed, eventually being won by a foreign man wearing sunglasses for twelve million US dollars.

Next, we will investigate the backdoor program in a certain country's police system, the list of undercover agents within Interpol, and the physical floor plan of the security system of a large multinational bank.

They were all snapped up by buyers from all walks of life.

Song Qianxia stood in the shadows, her fingertips icy cold.

Where did Night Owl get so much deadly intelligence?

Once these deals are finalized, how many rank-and-file police officers will die on arrest scenes because their communications are cut off? How many innocent civilians will be left without help because surveillance systems are paralyzed?

In her previous life, she spent ten years in the underworld and had her own rules. She only killed those who deserved to die and never touched anything that would endanger civilians or disrupt the rules.

But the Night Owls are different; they truly have no bottom line.

"These people deserve to die." Song Qianxia lowered her voice, her tone completely devoid of the lightheartedness she had shown while eating seafood.

Gu Tingchen turned his head and glanced at her.

The girl's eyes no longer held their usual cunning and greed; instead, they exuded a chilling aura.

Gu Tingchen picked up his wine glass and covered his mouth.

"Remember the buyer's characteristics."

Song Qianxia nodded.

Every line of code, every transaction price, and every micro-expression of the buyer raising their paddle—all of it was etched into her mind.

If they can disembark alive tonight, this information will allow us to trace the source and uproot these buyers!

The first round of intelligence auctions has ended, followed by a ten-minute intermission.

The melodious sound of a violin filled the hall once more. Waiters carried trays and moved between the booths, refilling drinks for everyone.

Song Qianxia felt that the top-quality seafood she had just eaten was now churning in her stomach, and looking at the well-dressed buyers around her made her feel even more nauseous.

Just then, the two heavy, carved wooden doors of the hall were pushed open from the outside.

The wooden door made a dull thud, attracting many people to turn around and look.

Two bodyguards in black suits pushed a wheelchair in.

A man in his forties sat in a wheelchair. He had a shaved head and a gruesome scar on his scalp that extended all the way to behind his left ear.

His left leg was completely covered by a thick cashmere blanket.

It's a viper!

Song Qianxia's pupils suddenly contracted, and her fingertips pressed against her palm.

In her past life in Cyrillic, this intelligence broker's every move had been seen countless times through her sniper scope.

The viper looked around, its triangular eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

He sniffed and grinned.

"There's a familiar smell of gunpowder on this ship."