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It was eight o'clock in the morning. The sky over Jiangcheng was somewhat gloomy, with the clouds hanging low.

The North District Chemical Plant Staff Quarters. This is an old red-brick building complex built in the 1980s.

Because the factory closed down, the residents here have long since moved out. Everywhere is overgrown with waist-high weeds and littered with construction debris.

Lin Wan parked her car on a dilapidated road 200 meters away from the residential area. She walked in along the somewhat muddy path.

The surroundings were eerily quiet. There wasn't even a bird chirping.

The air was filled with a musty, rusty smell.

Following the address given by Lao Hei, Lin Wan found her way to Unit 4 of Building 3. The motion-activated lights in the hallway were long broken. The lighting was dim.

She climbed the dusty stairs all the way to the sixth floor.

Room 602.

The metal security door was half-open. It was pitch black inside, and you couldn't see anything.

Lin Wan swallowed hard. Her hand instinctively went to her lower back.

She had already surrendered her service weapon after being transferred to the traffic police team. Now she only has a tactical baton on her.

"Old Hei?" Lin Wan stood at the door and called out in a low voice.

There was no response from inside.

Lin Wan sensed something was amiss. Even if an informant who spent years mingling on the streets was after money, he wouldn't choose such a dead-end deal with no way out.

She took out her phone, intending to call Lao Hei.

The screen lights up. A large red cross is drawn on the signal bar in the upper left corner.

No service.

In this place, less than ten kilometers from the city center, there wasn't even a single bar of signal!

A signal jammer has been installed here!

Lin Wan's expression changed drastically. As a top student at the police academy, she finally realized the enormity of her mistake.

She turned around abruptly and ran downstairs.

Just as she turned around, the half-closed iron door behind her was kicked open from the inside with a loud bang.

Two burly men wearing black hoodies pounced out.

Lin Wan reacted quickly, immediately drawing her baton and turning around to block.

But the other person was no street thug at all. His swift grappling techniques and explosive attacks were completely professional-level.

In less than ten seconds, the baton in Lin Wan's hand was knocked away. Her arms were twisted behind her back, and she was dragged directly into the dark room 602.

The iron gate slammed shut from the inside.

At this time, in the main office of the special task force of Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau.

It was 10:00 AM. The task force finally caught their breath. Everyone was busy organizing the investigation data submitted by the various branch offices.

Song Qianxia sat in Lin Wan's former workstation.

This was a temporary task assigned to her by Zhao Ming: to file the administrative documents left behind by Lin Wan.

While cursing under her breath, Song Qianxia reluctantly tidied up the mess on the table.

Suddenly, she stopped what she was doing.

Lin Wan's drawer was half-open. Inside was a small, black notepad.

A line was hastily written in red pen on the notepad: Unit 4, Building 3, North District Chemical Plant Family Compound. Old Hei. 20,000 yuan in cash.

The handwriting was very messy, clearly written down while on the phone.

Song Qianxia stared at the address for a while. Her occupational radar started flashing alarms.

The North District Chemical Plant? That place was completely shut down by the city ten years ago due to severe soil pollution.

Even stray dogs wouldn't bother defecating there. How could an informant have chosen that location for the transaction?

What's worse is that the place is surrounded by water on all sides, with only one abandoned road in and out.

In the underworld, this is considered an ideal location for a "pig butchering scam." Once you get in, you'll never get out.

Song Qianxia immediately accessed the police internal system and entered Lin Wan's license plate number to track her vehicle's movements.

The last recorded shot was taken at 7:40 AM. Lin Wan's car drove into a blind spot of the surveillance cameras on an abandoned road in the North District.

And then he never came out again.

Song Qianxia's face darkened.

Although she disliked Lin Wan's behavior, finding her both stupid and eager to steal credit.

But against a criminal organization of Night Owl's caliber, Lin Wan was completely outmatched.

Those guys who arrest police officers don't care about humanitarianism. Torture is the least they can do.

Song Qianxia struggled in the chair for two seconds.

Pretend you don't know? Anyway, this woman has given her no shortage of trouble in the past. She deserves to die.

But as soon as the thought popped into her head, Song Qianxia nipped it in the bud.

She scratched her hair in frustration.

"Damn it, I must have owed you cops in my past life!" Song Qianxia cursed under her breath.

She grabbed the notepad and stormed into the captain's office.

Gu Tingchen was reviewing a report that had just been delivered by the technical department when he saw Song Qianxia barge in without knocking. He was about to reprimand her.

Song Qianxia slammed the notepad onto the table.

"Captain Gu, something might have happened to Lin Wan."

Song Qianxia spoke extremely fast and with crystal-clear logic.

"At 7:40 a.m., her car entered the blind spot of the North District Chemical Plant. I just called her cell phone with an internal line, but it said it was out of service area."

"There are four abandoned cell towers in that area. With a little tampering, they can be turned into a strong source of interference."

Song Qianxia pointed to the address on the sticky note. "This is a trap set by Night Owl. They're using low-level informants to fish for prey."

Gu Tingchen listened without uttering any unnecessary words.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie from the table. The sound echoed throughout the entire criminal investigation team's corridor.

"All field personnel! Bring heavy weaponry! Assemble in the garage within three minutes!"

The large office instantly erupted in excitement. Everyone dropped what they were doing and rushed towards the equipment room.

Song Qianxia originally planned to sneak back to her workstation to continue slacking off after giving the notification.

As soon as he reached the door, Zhao Ming grabbed his arm.

"Xiao Song! Hurry, hurry!" Zhao Ming pulled her along as he put on his bulletproof vest. "You're quick-witted, come with us to the scene. You can help analyze things if anything happens!"

Song Qianxia almost broke down.

"Deputy Captain Zhao, are you crazy?! Those are real gunmen! You think I, an intern, would go and get myself killed?!"

Song Qianxia struggled desperately, clinging tightly to the door frame with both hands.

"I'm not going! I want to stay at the station and look after the plants and trees! The station needs me!"

Just then, Gu Tingchen, dressed neatly, strode out of his office.

He walked straight to Song Qianxia and slapped her on the back of the head.

"Enough talk. Get in the car."

Gu Tingchen was very strong. He pulled Song Qianxia off the door frame and grabbed her by the collar, heading towards the elevator.

Song Qianxia rolled her eyes as she resignedly allowed herself to be dragged away.

Although he complained incessantly that working overtime was outrageous and that not paying extra for such a dangerous task was utterly immoral.

But when passing through the equipment room...

Song Qianxia moved faster than anyone else.

She casually grabbed a lightweight Kevlar tactical vest from the shelf and put it on.

He then expertly pulled two high-intensity flashbangs from the drawer and stuffed them into the pocket of his jacket.

The movements were fluid and seamless, executed in one go. Even Zhou Zheng, the veteran SWAT officer standing nearby, was stunned.

Twenty minutes later.

After speeding along, three black riot police vehicles came to a stop on a dirt road outside the North District Chemical Plant.

The sky turned completely overcast. A deathly stillness hung in the air.

Gu Tingchen jumped out of the first car and quickly made a hand gesture.

Zhou Zheng led his men to immediately disperse and sneak towards Building No. 3 in a tactical formation.

Song Qianxia followed behind Gu Tingchen, her feet sinking deep into the mud.

She stared at the gloomy red brick building in front of her. A growing sense of foreboding filled her.