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10 PM, Jiangcheng International Expo Center.

There are only two hours left until midnight, as indicated in the announcement.

The entire venue was brightly lit.

Luxury cars were parked in the square, while Jiangcheng's business elites and tech tycoons chatted and exchanged champagne in the main venue.

On the surface, it appears to be a life of peace and prosperity.

In reality, every entrance and exit of the venue, every corridor, and even the ventilation ducts of the underground parking garage have been under tight police control.

Zhou Zheng led fully armed special police officers, hiding in various high points under the cover of night.

Gu Tingchen, dressed in a well-tailored black suit and wearing an invisible communication headset, personally oversaw operations from the core exhibition area.

Meanwhile, in the main control building, 300 meters away from the main venue.

Song Qianxia was sitting comfortably in the large, genuine leather ergonomic chair in the monitoring room.

In front of her was a wall of surveillance screens, with a total of sixty-four split screens.

It covers the entire exhibition center without any blind spots.

Lin Wan was so nervous that her palms were sweating, and she kept pacing back and forth in the room.

Song Qianxia, ​​however, did not care at all.

She wasn't wearing a police uniform; in fact, she was wearing a baggy casual sweatshirt.

On the table were two bags of original flavor potato chips, a cup of iced lemon tea, and a box of freshly opened duck necks.

"Advisor Song, can you please stop eating?" Lin Wan stomped her feet in frustration as she watched Song munching on a duck neck.

"What time is it? What if that Thousand Faces really comes?"

"Come on then, Captain Gu will take care of things if the sky falls."

Song Qianxia spat out a bone and wiped her hands with a tissue.

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze sweeping quickly across the sixty-four screens.

The SWAT team's deployment was indeed very tight.

It's practically an ironclad fortress.

But in the eyes of Song Qianxia, ​​the former number one legend of the underworld, this rigid, textbook-style defense was full of flaws.

She quickly went through the structural diagram of the venue in her mind.

If it's really her tonight, then she's here to steal this chip.

She has at least seven ways to completely bypass these security measures.

The first method is to use underground sewage pipes.

Although a biogas concentration alarm was installed there, it could be disabled within ten minutes by releasing a special chemical neutralizer in advance.

The second method involves posing as an employee of a high-end catering supplier.

They concealed the chip in a specially designed insulated food cart and swaggered out the front door.

The third method is to use a high-altitude zipline.

They slid directly from the roof of the commercial building under construction across the street to the glass skylight of the exhibition center.

Then, using a silent glass cutter, a hole was made, and the glass was airdropped directly onto the top of the booth.

Song Qianxia silently complained in her heart.

This group of police officers relies too much on high-tech equipment for their deployment.

They simply don't understand that in the face of true masters, the more complex the electronic device, the easier it is to be used in reverse.

She forced herself not to say those words.

After all, her current persona is just that of a "casual fan," and speaking too professionally would easily expose her true identity.

But when her gaze swept across screen number three...

Song Qianxia suddenly stopped eating potato chips.

That's the corridor surveillance camera outside the power distribution room on the second floor.

The power distribution room is the heart of the entire venue; if it is shut down, there will be a five-second delay before the backup power can be activated.

Five seconds is enough time for a skilled person to accomplish many things in the dark.

Now, there are two special police officers standing at the entrance of the power distribution room.

However, the position they were standing in was exactly with their backs to the fire escape door next to them.

The hinges on the fire escape doors are old-fashioned; if they are pushed open more than 30 degrees, a very small blind spot is created.

If someone tries to sneak down the fire escape from upstairs.

This blind spot could be used to attach miniature sabotage devices to the wall of the power distribution room without alerting the special police.

Song Qianxia frowned.

She hesitated for two seconds.

Should we just stand by and watch these police officers get their comeuppance, or should we speak up and offer some advice?

I think of that imposter with the stupid smiley face painted on.

Song Qianxia decisively pressed the intercom button on the table.

"Captain Gu, please respond if you hear me." Song Qianxia's voice rang out in the communication channel.

Gu Tingchen, who was on site, immediately responded: "Received. Have you detected anything unusual?"

"There's nothing unusual."

Song Qianxia looked at the screen, "But I suggest you immediately send two people to the fire escape next to the electrical room on the second floor."

Zhou Zheng's defiant voice came through the channel.

"Advisor Song, I've already positioned two of my most elite assault teams at the entrance to the power distribution room. Not even a mosquito could get in."

"Assault troops are for frontal defense," Song Qianxia retorted without hesitation.

"The fire escape door behind them has a 30-degree blind spot. If someone were to use a rope to rappel down the stairs and swing directly behind the door, your assault team wouldn't even see their shadow."

Zhou Zheng snorted coldly into the walkie-talkie.

"How is that possible? That requires abnormal core strength and the ability to stay airborne."

"What if that imposter just happens to be that weird?" Song Qianxia rolled her eyes.

There was a two-second silence on the channel.

Gu Tingchen's steady voice came through.

"Zhou Zheng, do as she says. Immediately send people to seal off the fire escape on the second floor."

"Yes, Captain Gu." Although Zhou Zheng felt it was unnecessary, he still strictly carried out the order.

On the monitor screen.

Two SWAT officers quickly appeared, locked the fire escape door from the inside, and stood guard at the stairwell.

Looking at the patched-up hole, Song Qianxia took a satisfied sip of lemon tea.

"Thanks, Captain Gu," Song Qianxia said into the walkie-talkie.

"You're welcome." Gu Tingchen stood by the display stand, looking at the chip emitting a faint blue light inside the glass case.

"I put you in the monitoring room so that you could find these blind spots that we can't see."

Gu Tingchen's voice came through the earphones, carrying a reassuring calmness.

"Keep a close eye on it."

Song Qianxia pouted and threw the walkie-talkie back onto the table.

She wanted to see just how good this fool who dared to impersonate her really was!