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It's a bit windy at the Jiangcheng No. 3 cruise ship terminal.

The sirens blared incessantly.

The suspect, disguised as a waiter, was being led to a police car with his hands tied behind his back.

He walked unsteadily, head down, without uttering a sound.

Zhao Ming walked ahead, carrying a black waterproof bag containing three hard drives.

We were almost at the police car door.

The suspect, who had been lying there like a dead dog, suddenly sprang to life.

He suddenly leaned back to the side in a contorted posture.

His shoulder slammed heavily into Zhao Ming's back.

Caught off guard, Zhao Ming lost his grip on the waterproof bag, which flew out of his hand.

The suspect completely disregarded his handcuffed hands.

He lunged at the waterproof bag like a madman.

The way he was acting was clearly that he wanted to smash the hard drive directly onto the concrete floor with his own skull.

"Damn it! Stop him!" Zhao Ming roared.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Just when the suspect's head was less than ten centimeters from the hard drive.

A long leg clad in black combat boots swept across.

Gu Tingchen kicked the suspect in the shoulder.

That was extremely powerful.

The suspect groaned and rolled several meters away like a rag doll.

With a "click," Gu Tingchen drew his sidearm and pressed the muzzle directly against the back of the suspect's head.

His face was so cold it felt like frost could be scraped off.

"Trying to destroy evidence?"

The suspect lay on the ground, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

But he actually laughed.

The laughter sounded particularly eerie on the empty dock.

Like a suicide soldier who failed in his mission, he calmly faced the outcome.

Song Qianxia stood not far away, still holding the unfinished small cake in her hand.

She took in the whole scene.

I couldn't help but click my tongue inwardly.

This is definitely not your average robber who takes money to do something.

This kind of mad, fearless state of mind is only found in members of underground organizations who have been heavily brainwashed.

It seems the contents of these three hard drives are hotter than I imagined.

"Take him back and interrogate him separately." Gu Tingchen put away his gun and bent down to pick up the waterproof bag.

The police car sped towards the municipal police station.

The Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau was brightly lit at 2 a.m.

The large office of the Criminal Investigation Division was filled with the strong aroma of coffee.

Everyone was working overtime with dark circles under their eyes.

Song Qianxia slumped on the sofa in the corner of the task force.

Its head bobbed up and down, like a chick pecking at rice.

She is very sleepy.

What working people fear most is this kind of sudden all-nighter.

All she wanted to do now was lie dead on her small, single bed, which was less than 1.2 meters wide.

"Xiao Song, wake up, come and lend a hand."

Zhao Ming walked over and slammed a thick stack of written records on the table.

Song Qianxia opened her eyes groggily.

"Deputy Captain Zhao, I can't take it anymore. I feel like my soul has left my body."

Zhao Ming sighed.

"Everyone's the same. Those extras who were kidnappers confessed that they were just doing their jobs for money."

"Where's that waiter? The one who tried to smash the hard drive?" Song Qianxia asked, forcing herself to stay alert.

"He wouldn't say a single word."

Zhao Ming shook his head.

"We spent two hours reviewing it, but we couldn't even get a single punctuation mark out of them."

Song Qianxia pouted.

He really is a suicide squad member.

Just then, a cheer suddenly erupted from the technical department.

"It's breached! The outer layer of the security barrier has been breached!"

Xiao Wang was so excited that his voice cracked, and he poked his head out from behind the computer screen with his messy hair.

Gu Tingchen strode over.

"What did you see?"

Xiao Wang's fingers flew across the keyboard.

"Captain Gu, the encryption method on this hard drive is too advanced."

"I just bypassed the outermost firewall; I haven't seen the core data yet."

"However, I found a strange icon in this hidden boot sector."

Xiao Wang pressed Enter on the keyboard.

The big screen flickered.

A high-resolution black and white image appeared before everyone.

That was a very strange mark.

The design is of a bird.

But this bird has no eyes.

There were two deep slits in the eye sockets, as if they had been stitched shut.

The entire design exudes an eerie, oppressive atmosphere of death.

The office fell silent for a moment.

Zhao Ming stroked his chin.

"What is this thing? Is it the logo of a hacker organization?"

Gu Tingchen stared at the bird with its eyes closed on the big screen, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

He keenly sensed that this pattern was not simple.

Song Qianxia was still yawning.

When she caught a glimpse of that mark on the big screen out of the corner of her eye.

The yawn got stuck in my throat.

Her pupils contracted sharply in that instant.

My heart skipped a beat.

Night Owl!

That's an owl's mark!

Having lived her previous life as a multifaceted figure in the underworld, she was intimately familiar with this mark.

That mad organization that claims to establish absolute order in the darkness!

The mastermind who nearly killed her several times in her past life!

These guys, who are like sewer rats, have actually set their sights on Jiangcheng?

They even orchestrated such a large-scale incident as the hijacking of a cruise ship.

Song Qianxia's fingers involuntarily curled up slightly.

That long-lost, multifaceted, violent emotion churned in my chest.

But only for a second.

She forcibly suppressed all her emotions.

She is now Song Qianxia.

A timid and cowardly trainee policewoman who only wants to slack off.

Never reveal any weakness to anyone.

Song Qianxia put on a blank expression and even exaggeratedly rubbed her eyes.

Little did they know about the subtle change in her expression just now.

Everything was captured by a pair of sharp eyes.

Gu Tingchen turned his head at some point and his gaze fell on her face.

The man's eyes were incredibly penetrating.

"You know him?" Gu Tingchen suddenly asked, his voice calm yet carrying a strong sense of pressure.

He called out names directly.

Everyone in the office turned to look at Song Qianxia.

Song Qianxia cursed "radar devil" in her heart.

Was this man's eye made with a microscope?

"Huh? Captain Gu, you're asking me?"

Song Qianxia immediately put on an air of being someone who had never seen the world before.

She took two steps forward and stared at the big screen for a while.

Then he nodded very firmly.

"Yes, I know him!"

A glint of light flashed in Gu Tingchen's eyes.

"explain."

Song Qianxia grinned, looking like a complete idiot.

"Isn't that the logo of that trendy brand that's selling like hotcakes on Taobao!"

She started rambling on in a serious tone.

"I saw it at the night market last week. Three T-shirts with this design were 3 for 10 yuan. The quality was terrible. The color would fade after one wash."

"Captain Gu, these kidnappers are pretty trendy."

The entire audience burst into laughter.

Zhao Ming covered his face, too embarrassed to look at her.

Xiao Wang rolled his eyes.

"Xiao Song, these are code icons written into the underlying logic. What trendy brand are they?"

Gu Tingchen didn't say anything.

He stared into Song Qianxia's eyes for a full ten seconds.

The little girl's eyes were crystal clear, revealing a naive innocence.

There was absolutely no trace of disguise.

But he just felt something was off.

From tearing down the basement door with bare hands, to spotting the red mud on the cruise ship, to the momentary stiffness when looking at the icon just now.

She harbors too many secrets.

"Take a screenshot of the marker separately and send it to the intelligence department and the Interpol liaison office."

Gu Tingchen withdrew his gaze and turned to give orders to Xiao Wang.

"Expedited comparison of the activity symbols of all overseas organizations."

He did not press Song Qianxia further.

There is ample time.

As long as she remains in the task force, she will eventually slip up.