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

The task force's main office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Gu Tingchen's words just now contained a lot of information.

Zhao Ming was the first to react, his voice trembling.

"Captain Gu, are you saying that today's blind spot check-in test at the mall and the kidnapping of Lin Wan at the North District chemical plant were all a smokescreen?"

Gu Tingchen pulled up a chair and sat down, stretching out his long legs.

"Yes." He tapped the table with his finger.

"They anticipated our reaction speed. They tied up most of Jiangcheng's police force and the core members of the task force in the North District."

"During the half hour we surrounded the chemical plant..."

Gu Tingchen glanced at Xiao Wang. "An ocean-going cargo ship flying the Cyrillic flag has docked at Jiangcheng Port No. 3."

Xiao Wang quickly typed a few words on the computer and brought up the port's surveillance footage.

"Captain Gu, what did customs say?" Xiao Wang asked.

"By the time customs received the tip and rushed over, the three special containers on the cargo ship were already empty."

Gu Tingchen's tone was cold.

"This group of people is extremely efficient. From unloading to loading onto trucks, and then disappearing into the port's blind spot, the whole process took less than twenty minutes."

Zhao Ming slapped his thigh, feeling extremely annoyed.

"These bastards! They're making a fool of us!"

Song Qianxia sat in the corner, quietly drinking her milk tea.

She wasn't surprised at all.

The Night Owl gang is masters of feints and diversions. Their success in the underworld is built on this kind of cunning, manipulating everyone around them.

At this moment, Director Qin from the Technical Department pushed open the door and walked in.

He was carrying a transparent, anti-static evidence bag containing a pile of charred electronic components.

"Team Leader Gu, we have the results of the on-site investigation."

Director Qin placed the evidence bag in the middle of the conference table.

"We found this in a wall crevices in room 602 of building number three at the chemical plant."

Everyone crowded around.

"What is this thing? A radio motherboard?" Zhao Ming scratched his head.

Director Qin rolled his eyes.

"Deputy Captain Zhao, your radio's motherboard uses military-grade microchips?"

He pointed to one of the circuit boards that hadn't been burned.

"This is a high-frequency signal repeater. The reason they can block cell phone signals throughout the entire chemical plant is because of this device to create localized interference."

Director Qin's expression turned very serious.

"I checked the origin of this thing. It's impossible to produce such high-precision micro-components domestically."

Xiao Wang immediately chimed in, "Smuggled in?"

Director Qin nodded and took out a fund tracking report.

"That's right. And the financial chain is extremely complicated. The purchase price of this equipment went through seven shell accounts in four countries."

"The ultimate source points to an underground trading network in Cyrillic."

Gu Tingchen looked at the report. "Who is the seller?"

Director Qin pushed up his glasses.

"There's a very subtle stamped abbreviation on the device's casing. I had Interpol check it against the actual abbreviation."

"This is a gray channel that specifically provides special equipment to transnational criminal organizations."

"Code name: Ghost Bee."

Upon hearing this name, Song Qianxia nearly swallowed the pearl she was chewing.

She coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough!"

Everyone in the office turned to look at her.

Zhao Ming quickly handed her a tissue, "Xiao Song, drink slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Song Qianxia took the tissue with a flushed face and waved her hands repeatedly.

"It's okay, it's okay, I just choked."

She pretended to be completely clueless and naive, and shrank back into her chair.

But her heart was racing wildly.

Ghost bees.

The police in Jiangcheng might find this name unfamiliar, but in Song Qianxia's memories from her previous life, it was a familiar face.

When Qianmian was working in the underworld, 80% of the weapons he used and the untraceable communication devices he had were from Ghost Bee.

Ghost Bee is not a specific person, but a vast underground equipment network.

Night Owl is using Ghost Bee's equipment!

What does this tell us?

This shows that Night Owl is not an ordinary transnational smuggling gang at all.

They have already extended their tentacles into the deepest parts of the underground world's profit chain.

The meeting continued, and Gu Tingchen outlined the key areas for the next round of investigation.

"Xiao Wang, follow the lead of the Ghost Bees and investigate all unidentified cross-border express delivery and logistics in Jiangcheng over the past three months."

"Old Zhou, take some men and go back to the port to check again. The containers are empty, so the goods are definitely still in Jiangcheng."

After assigning tasks, it was already 8 p.m.

Everyone was exhausted.

Zhao Ming stood up and stretched. "Come on, come on, it's my treat today. Let's go to the barbecue stall behind the police station and have a feast! We're starving!"

Xiao Wang immediately cheered in response.

"Xiao Song, let's go together!" Zhao Ming called out.

Song Qianxia pointed to the mountain of documents piled up on her desk. It was the mess Lin Wan left behind before she left.

"Deputy Captain Zhao, you guys go ahead. I need to file Lin Wan's internal reports, otherwise they'll dock my pay again tomorrow if they find out."

Song Qianxia put on the face of a miserable working-class person.

Zhao Ming looked at her with sympathy.

"Alright, we'll pack you some lamb skewers. Captain Gu, are you coming?"

Gu Tingchen stood up and picked up his coat.

"You guys go ahead. I'm going back to my office to look at some documents."

After half an hour.

Song Qianxia was the only one left in the large office.

The night outside the window was completely dark. Only the incandescent light above her head was on.

Song Qianxia confirmed that there was no one in the corridor outside.

She immediately dropped the boring reports in her hands.

He pulled out a very inconspicuous old laptop from the very bottom of his drawer.

She bought this computer from a second-hand market, and she had already completely modified it from the ground up.

She absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait to die.

Since Night Owl used Ghost Bee's channels, the real buyer who received that batch of contraband must be found in Ghost Bee's dark web transaction records.

She needed to know in advance what Night Owl was up to in Jiangcheng.

Song Qianxia's fingers flew across the keyboard.

She skillfully bypassed the city bureau's internal gateway and installed a three-layer onion router.

The image on the screen went dark instantly.

Lines of green code cascaded down like a waterfall.

She is brute-forcing a peripheral data node of Ghost Bee in the Asian region.

however.

What Song Qianxia didn't know was...

At this moment.

In the captain's office next door.

Gu Tingchen wasn't looking at the information at all.

He sat in front of his computer screen, holding a cup of black coffee that had gone cold.

The screen displays a comprehensive surveillance view of the large office.

The intern in the video usually seems to be a coward who only knows how to eat snacks and go home.

He was typing away at the old computer with a professional and calm demeanor.