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It's 11 p.m.

Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau Command Center.

The atmosphere here is as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

A huge, curved electronic screen displays a three-dimensional electronic map of the entire Jiangcheng city.

At this moment, the map is flashing with glaring red warning lights.

"West District Brigade reporting! A large-scale power outage has occurred on Changhe Road, and residents have reported hearing gunshots!"

The operator at the control panel shouted.

"East District Fire Brigade reporting! A chemical leak and fire have occurred at the Nanshan Chemical Plant. Firefighters have been dispatched!"

"A dozen masked men armed with weapons vandalized a jewelry store on the North District commercial street!"

Various alarm messages flew into the command center like snowflakes.

The entire city of Jiangcheng seemed to have transformed into a carnival of crime overnight.

Zhao Ming stood in front of the screen, so anxious that he kept tugging at his collar.

"What are these lunatics trying to do?! Are they planning to open fire all over the city?"

Zhao Ming shouted into the walkie-talkie.

"Zhou Zheng! Take a team of special police officers to support the North District Commercial Street! Make sure to subdue the people who are vandalizing the area!"

Gu Tingchen stood in the center of the control panel.

His gaze swept back and forth across the several flashing red dots on the map.

The chaos did not make him lose his mind.

On the contrary, his brain was working at lightning speed.

"Something's not right." Gu Tingchen placed his hands on the table, staring at the map.

"Captain Gu, something's not right. This is clearly a 'gift' from Night Owl!" Zhao Ming wiped his sweat.

Gu Tingchen shook his head.

"These movements are too disjointed."

He pointed to the police station on Changhe Road.

"Go and verify what's going on with those gunshots over there."

Two minutes later, the news came from the West District Detachment.

"Captain Gu, we've confirmed the situation on Changhe Road. It wasn't gunfire at all; someone set off a series of firecrackers in a trash can!"

Gu Tingchen's eyes darkened.

"Re-verify the fire alarm at Nanshan Chemical Plant."

Five minutes later, the fire department sent a message back.

"There was no leak at the chemical plant. Someone set fire to used tires on the outer wall of the plant area. There was a lot of smoke, but there was no actual danger."

Upon hearing these reports, Zhao Ming immediately broke down.

"Are they kidding us? Running around the whole city just to see us make a fool of ourselves?"

Gu Tingchen straightened up.

"This is no joke. This is a classic tactic of wearing down the enemy."

He looked at the police deployment on the map, which was now fragmented and disorganized.

"They used a bunch of fake police reports to relocate all of the city bureau's main field officers to the four outskirts of the city."

"The defenses in the city center and the city police headquarters are currently at their weakest point in history."

Just when everyone was at a loss.

Song Qianxia was sitting in the computer chair in the corner.

She had an unopened lollipop in her mouth and a red marker in her hand.

A paper map of Jiangcheng's transportation system was laid out in front of her.

This is what she just took from Xiao Wang's desk.

She didn't care at all about the chaos outside.

Night Owl's gang are all efficiency-obsessed madmen; they would never waste their energy on setting off firecrackers and burning tires.

These external disturbances must be masking a core objective.

Song Qianxia put the pen cap in her mouth.

Holding a marker, I circled all the locations where false alarms occurred tonight on a paper map.

The chemical plant in the eastern district.

Changhe Road in the West District.

The abandoned dock in the southern district.

The commercial street in the North District.

Four points, distributed in the four directions of Jiangcheng.

Song Qianxia took a ruler and connected the four points with intersecting red lines.

It formed a huge cross.

The central intersection of the cross falls precisely in one place.

Song Qianxia stared at the intersection, and her lollipop almost fell out of her mouth.

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath.

These bastards are incredibly audacious.

She suddenly pushed the chair aside, grabbed the map covered in red lines, and rushed straight to Gu Tingchen.

With a "smack," the map was slapped onto the command platform.

Gu Tingchen turned to look at her.

"Captain Gu. Ignore the alarms outside; they're all bait."

Song Qianxia pointed to the red cross on the map.

"Their real target is here."

Gu Tingchen looked in the direction she was pointing.

That's the coordinates of the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau.

To be more precise.

It refers to the facility located in the basement of the city bureau building.

"Evidence vault!" Zhao Ming gasped in surprise.

Song Qianxia nodded, speaking very quickly.

"That's right. These four false alarm points form a perfect encirclement on the map."

"They used the police's resource allocation mechanism to direct all mobile forces to the outermost perimeter, furthest from the city police station."

"Even if you run red lights the whole way, it will take at least twenty minutes to get back to the city bureau from these four points."

Song Qianxia looked into Gu Tingchen's eyes.

"Twenty minutes. Enough for a professional assault team to breach the city bureau's weak underground security and take what they want."

Gu Tingchen instantly understood everything.

The composite bomb wreckage from the cruise ship incident.

Ghost bee miniature repeaters were extracted from the wall cavities of a chemical plant.

Also, the personal belongings of several low-level henchmen who were arrested in the past few days.

They're all in the top-secret evidence storage room on the third basement floor of the Municipal Public Security Bureau!

The owls weren't provoking; they were carrying out destruction and recycling.

Once these physical evidences bearing the original markings of the night owl are lost, the chain of clues that the task force has painstakingly built will be completely broken.

"Everyone stop what you're doing!" Gu Tingchen grabbed the walkie-talkie, his voice icy cold.

"All security personnel within the Municipal Bureau are armed! Immediately seal off the entrances to the third basement level!"

"No one is allowed to enter or leave the evidence building without my order!"

Gu Tingchen grabbed the sidearm on the table and skillfully cocked it.

He turned to look at Zhao Ming and Xiao Wang.

"You stay in command center and recall all field teams. Quickly!"

After saying that, he strode towards the door of the command center.

Song Qianxia did not hesitate.

She casually grabbed a bulletproof vest from the equipment cabinet next to her and put it on.

She took off running after Gu Tingchen.

The corridors of the municipal police station building were deserted, with only the piercing sound of alarms echoing through the air.

Gu Tingchen was accompanied by three special police officers and Song Qianxia.

The five people rushed into the private elevator and pressed the button for the third basement level.

The elevator descended rapidly, and the feeling of weightlessness made my stomach uncomfortable.

"When the elevator doors open, don't rush forward. Stay behind me."

Gu Tingchen stared at the constantly changing floor numbers and said to Song Qianxia without turning his head.

While inspecting the tactical baton she had swiped, Song Qianxia nodded perfunctorily.

"Don't worry, Captain Gu. I'm terrified of dying, I'll definitely run faster than a rabbit."

"bite."

The elevator takes you to the third basement level.

The metal door slid open slowly to both sides.

Gu Tingchen raised his gun with both hands, while the SWAT officers, holding shields, quickly stormed into the corridor.

however.

The anticipated fierce firefight did not occur.

The entire underground corridor was filled with a pungent smell of ether.

The four special police officers who were supposed to be guarding the entrance to the evidence vault.

They were all lying on the ground, unconscious.

The surveillance camera on the ceiling of the corridor has been shot down.

And that explosion-proof isolation door weighs two tons.

It was strangely open.