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The special police officers surrounding the cruise ship received the order and sprang into action instantly.

The assault team, which had been waiting in ambush, descended from the rooftop via zipline.

Several deafening explosions.

The window breaker smashed the floor-to-ceiling windows of the second-floor banquet hall.

Flashbangs and stun grenades exploded one after another in the hall, emitting blinding white light.

"Don't move! Police!"

"Hands behind your head! Lie face down on the ground!"

The beams of tactical flashlights swept wildly through the smoke.

Gu Tingchen drew his sidearm, kicked open the solid wood door of the banquet hall, and was the first to rush inside.

Song Qianxia followed slowly at the back, peeking inside cautiously.

The raid went smoothly.

It went so smoothly that it was almost unbelievable.

The two kidnappers guarding the gate were stunned by the stun grenade and were pinned to the ground by the SWAT officers before they could even raise their guns.

The main culprit, Old Ghost, who was holding the remote control, was even more cowardly.

He knelt down with a thud, threw the remote control far away, and raised his hands above his head.

"Don't shoot! I surrender! I didn't do anything!"

Old Gui's face was covered in snot and tears, and he was trembling like a sieve.

The more than twenty hostages in the banquet hall, still in shock, burst into cries of relief.

Gu Tingchen strode forward and kicked the remote control away.

He stared coldly at the old ghost on the ground, his eyes like those of an eagle.

"Did you plant the bomb?"

Old Gui shook his head frantically, "It wasn't me! I only took 100,000 yuan. Someone told me to stand here with this thing to make a show!"

Zhao Ming immediately grabbed the old ghost with a backhand grappling move and handcuffed him.

"Just to fill a scene? You think this is a movie shoot!"

Zhao Ming, cursing and swearing, lifted the man up. "Take him back and interrogate him tonight!"

Everything has settled down.

Lin Wan then swaggered in with the logistics staff.

Upon seeing the subdued kidnappers, she immediately adopted an arrogant and haughty demeanor.

"What a bunch of rabble, they made us nervous for nothing."

She deliberately glanced at Song Qianxia beside her.

"I told you, this case is no big deal at all."

"Some people just had to go down there and show off, stealing the credit from the bomb disposal experts. They really know how to show off."

Song Qianxia rolled her eyes, not even bothering to acknowledge her.

Her gaze was scanning back and forth in the crowd.

Not right.

Something is very wrong.

In her past life, she had dealt with all sorts of outlaws.

The truly ruthless individuals who would dare to plant bombs and take hostages on a cruise ship would never be street thugs who would wet their pants in fear at the mere sight of 100,000 yuan.

These kidnappers are so unprofessional.

Whether it was their stance, their gun-holding posture, or their mental fortitude, everything was utterly terrible.

This is practically a meticulously rehearsed farce.

They deliberately made a big show of it, attracting all the police force in Jiangcheng to this cruise ship.

Their real purpose was definitely not to take these hostages.

So what is the purpose of this?

Song Qianxia's gaze fell on the group of hostages who were being comforted.

Most of them were cruise ship passengers and staff.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on a corner.

A young man dressed in a cruise ship waiter's uniform was squatting there.

He kept his head down, his shoulders trembling slightly, and looked no different from the other frightened hostages.

But Song Qianxia's eyes seem to have built-in radar.

She keenly noticed a highly discordant detail.

The waiter's shoes had a ring of dark red mud stuck to the edge of the soles.

Song Qianxia narrowed her eyes.

The No. 3 cruise terminal has a completely paved road surface.

The interior of the cruise ship is also furnished with expensive carpets and solid wood floors.

There isn't even a flower bed in the entire area, so it's absolutely impossible for there to be this kind of red soil.

This unique red clay can only be found near abandoned industrial parks in the suburbs of Jiangcheng.

How come a waiter on a cruise ship has mud from a suburban industrial park on the soles of his shoes?

Unless he just came from there today and went straight onto the ship.

Moreover, although he was trembling, he was tightly clutching his abdomen with both hands, and there was a noticeable bulge under his clothes.

Song Qianxia instantly understood the logic.

The cruise ship hijacking was just a smokescreen.

The real purpose was to provide cover for the person disguised as a waiter!

Police were focused on the banquet hall at the front and the bomb on the ground floor.

The rear cargo hold and cargo aisle were the emptier areas at this moment.

Once the hostages are evacuated, this guy can blend into the crowd and swagger away.

Thinking of this, Song Qianxia walked to Gu Tingchen's side without hesitation.

She reached out and secretly tugged at Gu Tingchen's sleeve.

Gu Tingchen turned his head and looked at her.

"Captain Gu," Song Qianxia said in a low voice, in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

"This case is not over yet."

Gu Tingchen's eyes sharpened. "What do you mean?"

Song Qianxia slightly raised her chin and gestured towards the waiter.

"See that waiter in the vest?"

"His shoes had red mud on the soles; there couldn't be that kind of soil at the dock."

"And he was hiding something in his arms, a square-shaped thing, like a hard drive."

Song Qianxia spoke very quickly, "The kidnappers are hired extras, and the bomb is a prop to buy time."

"They're playing a game of feigning one move while secretly making another."

"This guy is trying to take advantage of the chaos to transfer important data!"

Gu Tingchen was incredibly intelligent.

In just a few words, the clues in his mind instantly connected into a complete network.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately pressed the communication headset.

"Zhao Ming! Detain that hostage!" Gu Tingchen ordered sternly.

The moment Gu Tingchen gave the order.

The waiter who had been keeping his head down suddenly jumped up like a rabbit.

He shoved aside a police officer in front of him and ran wildly toward the staff passage behind the banquet hall.

"Stop!" Zhao Ming roared and took off after him.

The banquet hall descended into chaos once again.

The hostages screamed and scattered in all directions.

The steward was familiar with the cruise ship's layout and quickly darted into the intricate aft cabin corridor.

Gu Tingchen darted out like a cheetah, his speed astonishing.

Song Qianxia stood still.

She grabbed a small cake from the table, stuffed it into her mouth, and mumbled indistinctly.

"Why are you running? Running in front of Captain Gu is practically suicide."

Less than three minutes.

Zhao Ming's panting voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Captain Gu, hold him down!"

"Found it under the ventilation duct in the rear cabin!"

Song Qianxia strolled over leisurely to join in the fun.

The waiter was pinned against the wall by Gu Tingchen, his hands tied behind his back.

Zhao Ming pulled a waterproof black bag out of his pocket.

Upon opening it, one would find three large-capacity encrypted data hard drives inside.

"Captain Gu, it's all here." Zhao Ming said excitedly, holding the hard drive.

Gu Tingchen looked at the subdued waiter with an icy gaze.

"Using cruise ship hijacking to cover up data transfer."

"What a grand strategy."

He turned his head and glanced at Song Qianxia, ​​who had come over to watch the drama unfold.

The little girl was leaning against the door frame, holding a small plate in her hand, eating with great relish.

If it weren't for her keen observation of the red mud on the soles of the shoes...

These three hard drives will definitely be mixed in with the hostages and taken away safely.

This intern is named Song Qianxia.

They can defuse black market bombs and see through complex criminal logic at a glance.

Its observational skills are as sharp as a sophisticated scanner.

Gu Tingchen withdrew his gaze, and the corners of his lips curled up in that barely perceptible arc once again.

"Bring the people and the hard drive back to the station."

"I want to see what kind of shady stuff is hidden in these hard drives."

Song Qianxia swallowed the last bite of cake and clapped her hands.

Well, judging by this situation...

Tonight is another sleepless night of overtime work.

The life of a salted fish worker is even more bitter than that of a bitter melon.