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While the entire internet's attention was focused on "the whole arrow hitting the moon," several days had passed since the release of "All In."

The number of paying users has been soaring in the past few days, reaching 13.4 million today.

Such a high number of paid users is a miracle even on the entire internet.

The domestic internet ecosystem has always strongly promoted the free model, so this is the first time that movies have been put on a video platform.

Many industry insiders were initially pessimistic about this, believing that its box office performance would inevitably be dismal.

However, who could have imagined that the truth was quite the opposite?

The number of paying users continues to surge, and the resulting social discussion is getting stronger and stronger.

This also reminds many people of the previous two films, "Dying to Survive" and "Life Against the Tide," the former of which promoted the reform of generic drugs and drugs for a few diseases, and the latter of which promoted the positive development of the food delivery industry.

The impact of these two films has affected at least tens of millions of people, or even more.

Now, in the eyes of many, "All or Nothing" has become the third big sword raised by Galaxy Entertainment.

Clearly, this time the target is the Shan State Industrial Park.

Although they were dissatisfied with Galaxy Entertainment's actions, no one publicly voiced their opposition at this moment.

Almost everyone is waiting for the reaction from above.

Galaxy Technology.

Guo Xing sat on the left side of the long table, with three documents spread out in front of him.

One document is a summary of the aid applications received by the Firefly Foundation in the past week; another is a trend chart of the popularity of content about fraud in the park on major platforms; and the third is a report on abnormal traffic from overseas IP addresses accessing Douyin.

There were obvious dark circles under her eyes, but she was as excited as a newly sharpened knife.

"In the past seven days, there have been over 100 million online discussions about fraud in industrial parks. The Firefly Foundation has received 24,000 calls for help, of which 4,700 were valid leads."

Her voice was steady, but her fingers holding the laser pointer were slightly white as she said, "The backend monitoring detected a large number of overseas IPs repeatedly accessing the movie page, of which 37 percent were from northern Shan State, which proves that they are also watching it."

A brief silence fell over the meeting room.

Zhang Yizu sat on the right side of the long table, with three screens laid flat in front of him.

He pulled up a set of data curves and calmly said, "The film's popularity is still rising, and we expect another peak next week. Judging from the laws of dissemination, this social discussion will not subside naturally unless public opinion is forcibly intervened."

"Then let it keep burning."

Wang Donglai's voice came from the end of the long table.

He sat in the main seat, with only a cup of tea that had gone cold in front of him.

He had Wa read out the numbers on the screen to him through his earpiece before he entered the room, and now he was just listening, waiting for everyone to finish reporting before speaking.

"We transfer effective leads to relevant departments, expand the Firefly Fund's rescue channels, and set up offline service stations in 30 cities across the country to connect with local public security organs and medical institutions."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces, and softly uttered two words: "Also, report these internal data to higher authorities!"

Zhang Yizu was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Boss, do you mean to compile the abnormal overseas traffic data from the backend into a report and send it to Beijing?"

"It wasn't delivered to the capital!"

Wang Donglai tapped the table lightly and said, "It should be sent to where it belongs. All data about the park, including victim information, fund flows, park IP, and organizational structure, should be sealed, encrypted, and sent to the designated department."

The meeting room fell silent again.

Everyone knew what those words meant—it was a pledge of allegiance, but also a ticking time bomb.

Taking out the information that Galaxy Technology possesses is actually a very dangerous move and could easily cause some unnecessary trouble.

But since Wang Donglai had already said so, the people present naturally had no other opinions.

Guo Xing was the first to stand up, closed the document in front of him, and said only two words: "Understood!"

Zhang Yizu and others echoed this sentiment.

However, the matter did not end there. Zhang Yizu reported another situation, saying, "Boss, Lin Xiaoyu received an email yesterday from a manager of an industrial park in Shan State, saying that if she does not stop 'spreading rumors,' she will have to 'bear the consequences.'"

Wang Donglai revealed a cold smile and said, "It seems that if we don't show our power, they'll all think we're a sick cat!"

“We will mark the videos and users related to Shan State and the industrial park on the platform separately, and ban the accounts directly if there are any clear violations.”

"We've endured enough for this long. Now it's time for them to pay the price."

After saying that, Wang Donglai stood up and walked to the window.

In the distance, tower cranes are still turning at the construction site of the Tang Imperial City, where the work is in full swing and brimming with passion.

"Okay, boss!"

Zhang nodded in agreement, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

……

Beijing.

After Galaxy Technology transmitted the information to Beijing, a message appeared simultaneously on the encrypted communication terminals of several core departments in Beijing.

The message was brief, consisting of only one line: "Highest-level joint meeting, tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM, topic: Special campaign to comprehensively combat cross-border telecom fraud."

The red seal at the end carries a certain irresistible weight.

In the Hat Courtyard, the lights stayed on all night until four in the morning.

Zhao Zhenguo, deputy director of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, pushed aside his coffee cup and went through the final operational plan from beginning to end.

The folder on the table had creases on the foot of every page—marks left from his repeated flipping through it.

The first bird song rang out from outside the window.

He glanced at his watch; it was 5:40.

The duty officer pushed open the door and came in: "Director Zhao, the car is ready."

Zhao Zhenguo stood up and straightened his collar insignia.

Before leaving the office, he took one last look at the photo on the table—it was of a girl who had fled back from Shan State three months ago. The three scars on her left cheek were from an electric shock, and her right ring finger was missing a section.

He flipped the photo over and placed it on the table, then strode out.

At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, deep inside a gray building, a heavy soundproof door will be pushed open from the inside.

The long table was already full of people.

People from various departments sat in a circle, each with a document marked "Confidential" in front of them.

The document is not thick, but each page is extracted from the raw data submitted by Galaxy Technology in encryption—the location of the park, the composition of personnel, the funding channels, and the communication nodes.

The information is extremely detailed, making it feel like you're actually there.

A face appeared on the screen. The conference room projection switched, and a half-body photo of a middle-aged man appeared on the screen.

Dark skin, thick eyebrows, hooked nose.

The photo was taken from a screenshot of an international conference video. It's a bit blurry when enlarged, but the coldness in those eyes still transcends the limitations of pixels.

"Bai Cang, male, 63 years old, is the de facto controller of the Golden Dragon Industrial Park in northern Shan State. He has about 300 armed men under his command, equipped with automatic rifles, rocket launchers, and mortars. In the past three years, he has directly or indirectly caused more than 200 casualties."

The photo switches, revealing a different face.

"Liu Hui, male, 54 years old, originally from Fujian Province, nicknamed 'Brother Hui,' is the controller of the Elephant Park. He is extremely cruel; anyone who tries to escape is dismembered after being caught. In one instance, twelve unidentifiable corpses were discovered in the park under his control."

The third one...

The fourth one...

The fifth one...

The faces of the big bosses flashed by one by one.

The meeting room was so quiet that the only sound was the low hum of the projector fan.

Every face made one's stomach tighten—not because they were fierce; quite the opposite, some of them even had a kind appearance.

But it is these very "kind" people who have committed countless evil deeds over the past few years.

After reading it, Zhao Zhenguo subconsciously clenched his back teeth.

He forced himself to swallow the sour, rotten smell and began to flip through the latest intelligence summary in front of him, page by page.

The latest satellite photos of the park, the rotation time of armed personnel, the internal communication nodes of the park, and the movement trajectories of the leaders of various families—behind every piece of intelligence lies the hard work of countless front-line investigators, as well as the key fragments salvaged from the vast ocean of data by Galaxy Technology's "Wa" system.

Zhao Zhenguo raised his head, his gaze sweeping over every face present, and said seriously, "This is the original data submitted by Galaxy Technology. It is extremely complete, 70% of which has been verified, and it is accurate without error."

He paused, then emphasized, "By 'verification,' I mean our people risking their lives to infiltrate the park, verifying each building and each room individually. The intelligence is accurate. The question now is—when do we act? And how do we act?"

On the left side of the long table, an old soldier from the border defense department leaned forward slightly, his hawk-like eyes scrutinizing the action plan spread out on the table, and calmly asked, "How much does Deputy Director Zhao know about the terrain in northern Shan State?"

Zhao Zhenguo did not answer immediately.

He opened the third page of the folder in front of him, which contained a satellite image of the topography of northern Shan State.

The area is characterized by rolling hills, crisscrossing valleys, and a border line that meanders like a snake.

"Dense forests and crisscrossing valleys."

He drew a line on the map with his finger and said, "Our side is a primeval forest, and the Shan side is hills and valleys. The Golden Dragon Industrial Park is here..."

He pointed to a red mark on the map and added, "It's backed by mountains, with a river in front, and only one road in and out. The terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack."

"What about the armed forces in the park?" the border guard continued to ask.

"Bai Cang has about three hundred men, mainly equipped with automatic rifles, with a small number of heavy weapons. Liu Hui's side has a similar number of men, but their weapons are more varied, mostly obtained through smuggling, and their ammunition reserves are unknown."

The border guard nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He stared at the map for a long time, then looked up at the leader who had remained silent at the end of the long table.

"Leader, the action plan can be finalized. What we need to confirm now is whether the Shan State will cooperate."

The negotiator, seated in the middle of the conference table, took the lead, his voice steady but every word forceful.

"The Shan side has given us a window of opportunity—four days. Within four days, they will 'reposition' the armed forces around the northern industrial park, which is actually giving us room to maneuver, but they have made it clear that they will not directly get involved."

"What are the conditions?" Zhao Zhenguo asked.

The negotiator paused for a moment, then said, "The core assets of several industrial chains in the park will be retained for the time being, and their reason is 'economic stability.' We are still negotiating."

A suppressed commotion arose in the conference room.

Someone muttered something under their breath.

But eventually everyone's attention returned to the leader at the end of the long table.

The leader didn't look at anyone.

He simply tapped the table lightly with his knuckles, and the entire conference room fell silent instantly.

"Order."

His voice wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's nerves like a hammer blow.

"A joint command center will be established by the Hat Department, the Border Control Department, and the Interpol Central Bureau to coordinate this operation. The operation is codenamed 'Qingyuan'."

The leader raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his eyes sharp as a knife.

"Within four days, all verified dens within the industrial park will be shut down. All verified key figures will be shut down. All detained Chinese citizens will be brought back. Those who cannot be brought back will be placed under local protection pending further action."

He stood up, placed his hands on the table, and leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah about to pounce.

“Remember, this is not a routine strike. This is Operation Clean Source, which is to eliminate the source.”

His gaze fell on Zhao Zhenguo's face, and he said in a deep voice, "The public security department is responsible for providing criminal evidence, arrest warrants, and arrest plans. We must ensure precise strikes and not let anyone on the target list slip by."

His gaze shifted to the veteran border guard, and he commanded: "The border guards are responsible for armed assaults, clearing out the park, and rescuing hostages. In the face of armed resistance, they shall be dealt with in accordance with international law and the rules of engagement—but when the safety of our citizens is threatened, they are authorized to use all necessary means."

The veteran stood up, his voice hoarse but firm: "The border defense has completed its assembly, and the assault team has sealed off all its communication equipment and entered a state of standby."

The leader did not sit down but turned to the negotiating representatives: "The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is responsible for maintaining the highest level of real-time communication with the Shan side. Ensure their neutrality during the operation and assist with the subsequent extradition. At the same time, inform relevant international organizations of the background of the operation and occupy the moral high ground."

The negotiator nodded: "We're ready."

Finally, the leader turned to Zhao Zhenguo, his gaze carrying an indescribable meaning.

“Deputy Director Zhao, this is the largest cross-border anti-fraud joint operation in history. Bring those children back, clean and tidy.”

Zhao Zhenguo stood ramrod straight and saluted.

His hands were trembling, not from nervousness, but from the anger that had been suppressed for too long finally finding an outlet.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

The night sky over Beijing was dyed orange-red by the city lights.

In the secure conference room of the joint command center, three huge electronic sand tables were simultaneously illuminated by the projector.

The topographical map of northern Shan State, the 3D building model of the target park, and the real-time distribution map of armed personnel are all presented by overlaying high-precision satellite imagery.

This is the result of data fusion completed by Galaxy Technology's "Wa" system in 72 hours—the location of every camera in the park, the activity frequency of every communication device, and the shift change time of every hidden sentry are all converted into cold and precise data and presented on this screen.

The commander-in-chief was a young man named Chen, only fifty years old, with deep wrinkles on his face, as if carved by a knife.

He didn't look at anyone, but stared at the sand table. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was as firm and powerful as nails.

"Attention, everyone! I hereby declare 'Operation Clean Source' commence immediately. We will show everyone what the power of a great nation truly is!" (End of Chapter)