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Chapter 395 Loyalty! Operation Night Owl

Night fell, and dark clouds gathered on the horizon.

The brightly lit commercial district, with its neon lights and car headlights still flashing, outlines the bustling cityscape.

Noah Building, a landmark building that is usually brightly lit, appears unusually dim tonight.

Compared to the surrounding office buildings, the lighting on its facade was turned off much earlier than usual.

This made the enormous structure appear especially silent in the night.

It is now 8:30 p.m.

All the employees left work early, and the office lights were turned off one after another, leaving only a few spots still lit.

Occasionally, faint footsteps and the static of walkie-talkies could be heard in the corridors, indicating that security guards were conducting their routine patrols.

As the crowds dispersed, the interior of the building gradually fell silent.

Only the low hum of the air conditioner and the faint sound of the elevator running remained, as if the building was breathing on its own.

However, in parallel dimensions that are imperceptible to ordinary people.

Inside this building shrouded in darkness, countless firefly-like points of light flickered.

Each point of light represents a vibrant life consciousness.

The vast majority of the light spots are now densely distributed on the top few floors.

Amidst the numerous points of light, there was an exceptionally deep area of ​​darkness.

It was not like an ordinary shadow, but more like an invisible black hole, silently and greedily devouring the surrounding glimmer of light.

A chilling aura emanated from its center, so powerful that even those with strong mental abilities dared not easily probe it.

Jasang sat cross-legged, a scarlet light faintly emanating from between his brows.

Driven by his consciousness, his spirit, like countless tentacles, continuously extended towards his goal.

This meticulously woven net no longer attempts to cover the entire building.

Instead, they focused most of their attention on the conference room across the street.

The density of the mental threads increased dozens of times, and the monitoring efficiency reached an unprecedented peak.

The twenty-four people in the conference room were like fish caught in a fishing net; every tiny thought they had would create clear ripples on the screen.

Inside the room, Luo Lie stood with his hands behind his back, facing the candlelight.

Behind him, a whole team of fully armed pursuers stood like statues, remaining silent throughout.

A faint, low buzzing sound permeated the air.

That was a powerful mental fluctuation, generated at a high frequency.

Loretta's consciousness was closely connected to Jasangy through an invisible link.

Like an observer with supreme authority, projecting their gaze onto that lavishly decorated conference hall.

Every heartbeat, every breath, every emotional fluctuation of every person was clearly presented in his mind, like a high-definition picture.

He saw people with pale faces and furrowed brows, heard people whispering in hushed tones, and noticed the unusual behavior of some people who were restless and whose eyes were darting around.

Whether it's disguise or genuine expression, every detail about the target person is laid bare in this mental network.

"Is there any movement?"

Luo Lie asked the question through the mental link.

"not yet."

Jasangyi's voice rang in Luo Lie's mind, sounding relaxed.

"However, a few people exhibited unusual emotional fluctuations: greed, fear, resentment..."

"But these are still just ideas; no one dares to actually put them into action."

Luo Lie nodded slightly upon hearing this.

His thoughts drifted away from the mental link and into reality as he raised his hand and pressed the communication switch on his headset.

"Black Hawk, report to me on the real-time monitoring of the conference room and the experimental area."

A few seconds later, a clear response came through the headset:

"Reporting to the Minister, no traces of communication equipment were detected in the meeting room area, and all wireless signals were blocked."

"The sensors, infrared scanners, and vibration monitoring equipment in all areas of the experimental zone did not trigger any alarms, nor did they detect any abnormal energy fluctuations or signs of physical intrusion."

"Stay on standby and maintain the highest level of alert."

Luo Lie spoke calmly as he released the communication button.

After turning off the headset, his eyes flickered slightly, and he muttered to himself:
"Such 'confidential' information has already been leaked. I don't believe they can hold back. If they're fish, they'll bite eventually."

Time continued to pass, and the hands of the clock on the wall slowly approached nine o'clock.

A soft rustling sound came from the window, which was covered by heavy curtains.

Fine raindrops were tapping on the glass; it seemed as if a light drizzle was falling outside the building.

Luo Lie watched the participants' every move quietly, appearing very patient.

The atmosphere in the conference room was becoming increasingly lively.

Led by Ma Biao, many people spoke passionately, discussing how to find the mole and expressing their loyalty to Feng Jincai and Zhuo Feng.

"Station Chief Feng, I think this matter must be thoroughly investigated, thoroughly investigated to the bottom! We can't let one bad apple spoil the whole bunch!"

"That's right, the organization has treated us well. Anyone who dares to betray us will be the first to be punished!"

"Director Zhuo, just give the order. We'll cooperate however you want."

Xu Hao leaned back in his chair, watching the group's expressive performance with a blank expression, but his heart was ice-cold.

Just now, two people who were sitting quite far apart got up one after the other, saying they needed to go to the restroom.

As a result, more than ten minutes passed.

Those two seats were still empty.

The person never came back.

This discovery, like a cold hand, gripped his heart.

Looking at Feng Jincai sitting on the sofa with a fake smile, and Zhuo Feng with a sour face, acting all high and mighty.

Xu Hao gritted his teeth inwardly.

The boss is right, this is a damn trap!

A trap specifically designed for fishing!

He was now incredibly grateful that he had managed to resist the urge to contact Fang Cheng.

Otherwise, you might be the next one who needs to pee.

Just as Xu Hao was lost in thought, Ma Biao's loud voice rang out again.

He paced around the circular conference table, speaking as if he were giving a speech, spittle flying everywhere.

"Gentlemen, I, Ma Biao, have spent most of my life in Dongdu. From a small gang to where I am today, what did I rely on? I relied on brothers and the rules."

"But now, our Dongdu branch is in a mess. Some people have forgotten their roots and who gave them food!"

"I support Station Chief Feng and the organization. We should have a thorough cleanup to root out all those traitors and bastards who collude with outsiders, so that our Dongdu branch can become harmonious again and everyone can become a loving family again!"

After saying that, he patted Xu Hao's shoulder heavily with his large, fan-like hand.

"Haozi, don't you think that makes sense?"

"what?!"

Xu Hao was jolted awake by the slap and suddenly came to his senses.

Looking at Ma Biao's close face, he chuckled dryly twice and mumbled a reply:

"Yes, yes... Brother Ma is right."

Amidst the commotion, Chen Chen, the leader of the Red Tiger Gang, remained unusually quiet.

Unlike others, he did not exaggerate his loyalty.

He would just hold his teacup, occasionally taking a sip, his gaze frequently glancing at the silver metal box in front of the conference table containing the so-called "confidential documents."

He was unsure of the true intentions of the Noah organization's leadership.

But one can guess that things will not be as simple as Feng Jincai said, that it can be resolved by simply burning a document.

Just as Ma Biao and others said, the repeated intelligence leaks have shaken the foundation of the organization.

What follows will inevitably be a devastating internal purge. Thinking back to his secret collusion with that mysterious assassin organization, his plot to break free from Noah's control, and even his leaking of "Scorpion's" intelligence, which led to the killing of that high-ranking officer…

Chen Chen's heart sank involuntarily.

Will these things lead to my being investigated?

His eyes flickered slightly, and he looked up at the wall clock.

It's past 9:30, almost 10:00.

With the midnight deadline for destruction fast approaching, this eerie meeting seemed to be drawing to a close.

But this calmness felt like a sword hanging over Chen Chen's head.

As time went on, it fell lower and lower.

Despite the turmoil in his heart, Chen Chen forced himself to calm down.

Years of experience in the underworld taught him that when you can't see your opponent's hand, the worst thing you can do is to act rashly.

In any case, neither the Demon Hunting Operation nor the so-called "Tree of Life" project caused the leak of this information, and the reasons for it were indeed unrelated to me.

As long as his secret contact with the assassin organization remains unexposed, he should be able to get through this ordeal.

Chen Chen silently muttered to himself:

"I've been practicing vegetarianism and chanting Buddhist prayers for so long, it should be starting to have some effect by now..."

Inside the conference hall, discussions and performances continued intermittently but never ceased.

The floor-to-ceiling windows, which cover almost the entire wall, were now covered with fine raindrops.

Under the neon lights of the city outside the window, raindrops flowed, leaving dappled streaks of light.

The outlines of the skyscrapers across the street began to become hazy, distorted, and bizarre.

....................................

Under the same night sky, across from the Noah Building.

Two figures stood against the wind, perched on a concrete wall of railings that was only a few centimeters wide.

Beneath their feet was the exterior wall of a skyscraper nearly 300 meters high.

The vehicles on the street formed flowing rivers of light.

Pedestrians with umbrellas looked as tiny as wriggling ants.

The slippery walls gleamed eerily in the night, and a single misstep could plunge one into the abyss formed by the lights and darkness.

The two stood steadily on the edge of the rooftop.

The wind high in the sky, mixed with raindrops, whistled past my ears, making my clothes flutter.

One of them was tall and strong, wearing a black trench coat, with thick eyebrows and a serious expression.

The other person was slightly thinner and wore a ghastly white mask.

"They are having a meeting."

Gao Jin's gaze pierced through the wind and rain, firmly locking onto the building across the street with its huge "NOAH" logo.

Even through the rain, his extraordinary eyesight allowed him to spot the bustling figures in a conference room on the top floor.

Do you know the specific content of the meeting?

Cheng Jiashu spoke, his voice coming through the mask, sounding somewhat muffled.

Tonight, he wore a black combat suit that accentuated his smooth and explosive muscle lines.

He blended almost seamlessly into the night behind him, and with the mask on, he looked like a demon lurking in the darkness.

"The information that came in seems to involve a classified project file of the Noah organization."

Gao Jin replied.

"Oh?"

Cheng Jiashu slightly turned his mask to face him, turning his gaze towards him:

"Could it also be related to something in the biology lab? Should we change our focus?"

"Need not."

Gao Jin slowly shook his head, his attitude resolute.

"We don't know what the documents in that box contain, or whether they are real or fake, so there's no need to act rashly."

"Besides, with so many people present at the same time, there was simply no chance of success."

He glanced at his collaborator beside him and asked in a low voice:
"Do you dare to rush in alone and face these lunatics?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jiashu let out a soft chuckle:
"I don't care. As long as you can help me block the attack and let me touch that briefcase, I promise I can bring it out for you intact."

Gao Jin shook his head again:

"Forget it, changing tactics in the face of the enemy is a major taboo. Let's stick to the established plan."

As he spoke, his eyes sharpened.

"Now that they're all gathered in one place, the defenses in other areas will definitely be relatively weak, which is a good opportunity for us to infiltrate."

Cheng Jiashu nodded slightly, then asked:

"What happened to the coordinates you promised me?"

"Everything was arranged four hours ago, and we've been waiting for you."

Gao Jin remained calm and gestured, "You can try to sense the target and establish a connection first."

Cheng Jiashu said no more and closed his eyes.

He stood on the edge of the rooftop, unmoved by the wind and rain, like a contemplative statue.

About half a minute later, he reopened his eyes, a glimmer of light flashing in them.

Deep within his pupils, it was as if some mysterious passage had been opened.

"Then let's get started."

"Is your friend really not coming?"

Just as they were about to take action, Gao Jin couldn't help but ask a question.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jiashu recalled Fang Cheng's earnest face, which had been saying he wanted to cultivate his character.

A slight smile involuntarily curved the corners of his mouth behind the mask as he shook his head and said:
"He has more important things to do."

After a pause, he added in a relaxed tone:
Wish me luck.

"It should be wishing us good luck."

Gao Jin corrected.

Seeing that even this serious guy could say something to lighten the mood, Cheng Jiashu chuckled.

His gaze passed over Gao Jin and looked towards the bustling city in the distance, which was gradually being shrouded in rain.

"I hope we won't meet in such a windy and rainy place next time."

The leaden-gray clouds had somehow completely swallowed the sky, pressing heavily over the city.

The rain intensified, pounding heavily on the rooftop and splashing up tiny droplets.

In the distance, the Noah Building, shrouded in continuous rain, resembled a lonely island enveloped in darkness.

Cheng Jiashu took a deep breath, adjusting his breathing, and the strange light in his eyes intensified.

A precise location bearing a spiritual imprint clearly appeared in his mind.

hum-

A deep, resonant sound appeared out of nowhere.

The space in front of him resembled a shattered mirror, with a clear distortion.

The light was drawn by an invisible force, converging and collapsing towards a point in front of his eyes, forming a pitch-black vortex that kept rotating inward.

The vortex suddenly expanded and then contracted, using irresistible gravity to pull Cheng Jiashu's figure in inch by inch from the edge, until it was completely swallowed up.

As he disappeared, the distorted space quickly returned to its original state, leaving only a barely perceptible ripple.

It was quickly blown away by the wind and rain, as if nothing had ever happened.

Gao Jin remained expressionless, then pressed the communication switch on his headset, his voice steady and powerful.

"Ali, Liang, Operation Night Owl is officially starting."

(End of this chapter)