Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Zhou Weiguo scoffed.

"Do you think those words will save your life?"

The technician raised his head slightly, his eyes red-rimmed.

"I really don't know anything about chips. I only saw them do a short-circuit test before sealing the box, and there was a Q2 skipping code on the screen. I tried to say something, but the team leader told me to mind my own business."

Q2.

As soon as those two words were uttered, Shen Zhong's hand holding the cigarette stopped.

Zhou Weiguo is no longer being sarcastic.

He looked down and pulled the record sheet in front of him.

"Q2 code skipping, time."

"Around 3 a.m. today."

"Place."

"Before the core members set off, in the garage outside the Military Discipline Inspection Commission compound."

The head of the investigation team looked very grim.

"He's making baseless accusations! A technician's words cannot be taken as evidence."

Shen Zhong looked at him.

"The evidence is on the table. These words are just to stop you from pretending to be confused."

The head of the investigation team opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Zhou Weiguo numbered the base, sealant, thermal pad, and chip storage bag separately.

"Sir, the terminal host is sealed, external modules are sealed separately, and the chip is compared using the highest level of security."

"Add a live video recording."

"It has been synced to the isolation disk."

"What about the confession?"

"The on-site statement is being taken."

The technician was forced onto a chair, and handcuffs were fastened to the back of the chair.

He looked at Shen Zhong, his voice lowering.

"Sir, I'm just a technician on the team. I'm just doing my assigned work and I didn't intend to touch the northern intranet."

Shen Zhong did not comfort him.

"You touched it."

The technician lowered his head.

Zhou Weiguo handed over the printing paper.

"signature."

The technician glanced at the head of the investigation team.

The head of the investigation team clenched his teeth tightly.

"Think it through."

Shen Zhong stood between the two men, a cigarette between his fingers.

"There's only one thing he should be thinking about right now."

The technician looked up.

Shen Zhong looked down at him.

"Whoever makes you lie can't protect you."

The technician hesitated for a long time before finally picking up his pen.

The pen tip pressed against the paper, making a squeaking sound.

The Frontline Coordination Group designated an outsourced maintenance provider.

Force flash the driver.

Replace the power socket.

A short circuit test before departure resulted in a Q2 code skipping error.

Each line is short.

But each line was like a rivet, pinning the frontline coordination group to the northern infiltration plan.

Zhou Weiguo took the signed statement, took a photo of it, put it in a bag, sealed it, and then ran his fingers along the edges of the bag.

"All done."

The head of the investigation team stood outside the glass wall, still holding his credentials in his hand.

The oppressive force from before has almost completely dissipated.

He looked at Shen Zhong.

"Major General Shen, I request to report to my superiors."

Shen Zhong put the cigarettes into the tin box.

"Can."

The head of the investigation team breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Zhong then spoke.

"Use the northern route and strike on the spot."

The head of the investigation team froze.

Zhou Weiguo almost burst out laughing.

"Don't mention it, the lines are clean, the recording is clear, and I guarantee every word will reach its destination."

The head of the investigation team stared at him, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Shen Zhong didn't look at him again.

He walked back to the control room and looked at the overlapping short pulse spectrum on the screen.

Handong Q5.

Core Q2.

Northern Line Terminal.

The three lines finally met at a terminal masquerading as a military discipline inspection commission.

Zhou Weiguo stood beside him and stacked the sealed bags in a row.

"Sir, this time the frontline has turned an excuse into evidence."

"Um."

"If they knew that their group hadn't even crossed the threshold and had even lost a chip, they probably wouldn't be able to eat."

Shen Zhong picked up the unlit cigarette.

"It's better to not be able to eat than to not be able to find someone."

Zhou Weiguo understood and his smile faded.

"What about the provincial government office in Handong?"

Shen Zhong raised his eyes.

"Qi Tongwei has been waiting for this letter for a long time."

Zhou Weiguo nodded and immediately turned around.

"I'm going to send the secret telegram."

"Just send one sentence."

Which sentence?

Shen Zhong stubbed out his cigarette and looked at the packaged confession. "The core's hand has been chopped off. It's time to close the net on those deep-sea rats in the Handong Provincial Department who are still waiting for news."

Handong Provincial Department.

Before dawn, the building was already in complete chaos.

In the corridor, someone was holding a teacup and didn't even notice that half of the tea had spilled; someone was standing next to the photocopier, making three copies of a blank sheet of paper; and someone was hiding in the fire escape, making a phone call in a low voice.

"Have you heard? Director Qi didn't make it through last night."

"Who said that?"

"What the person upstairs said, could it be false?"

"What about Lu Yike?"

"What else can we do? When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter."

The moment those words were spoken, the expression on the face of a young police officer standing nearby changed.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"What nonsense are you talking about? The hospital is sealed off, and the provincial department hasn't given any definite answer. If Director Qi is really alright, why hasn't he shown up yet?"

No one responded.

That's the most critical part.

Since his injury, Qi Tongwei has been holding the reins of the provincial department.

Even when someone is lying in a hospital ward, orders can still be issued to every department.

This morning, several sources simultaneously reported that Director Qi's condition had worsened, that the military hospital was preparing to transfer him to a special procedure, and that the task force would be replaced immediately.

These words came out of nowhere, yet they spread very quickly.

It's like someone is carrying a basin and deliberately splashing dirty water into the stairwell.

Inside the special task force office.

Lin Huahua had one foot on the chair crossbar, her hair was messy as if it had been blown by the wind, and there were three computers in front of her. Two screens were lit up with green codes, and the other screen was black, with only a thin line running at the bottom.

Xiao Zhao, holding a folder, leaned against the door and yawned.

"Sister Lin, should we report this rumor?"

"What should I report?"

Lin Huahua's eyes never left the screen. "People painstakingly scatter the bait at the doorway, and now you're going to go up there and yell a couple of times? Do you think the fish will still bite?"

"But the news is going viral outside."

"Let them spread the word."

Xiao Zhao scratched his head. "Isn't that just too despicable? Director Qi is still alive and well, why are they cursing him?"

Lin Huahua finally looked up at him.

"You think they want to curse Hall Qi?"

"So what do you want to do?"

"I want to confirm whether Director Qi can speak."

Xiao Zhao opened his mouth, then closed it again.

That's a bit of a sobering statement.

But it's very real.

Lin Huahua stuffed a cold piece of biscuit into her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and frowned.

Who bought it?

"I."

"Next time, buy bricks; they'll keep you full."

Xiao Zhao felt very wronged. "It's already morning, and the cafeteria isn't open yet."

"Staring at the screen."

"oh."

At the bottom of the main screen, the thin line suddenly lifted slightly.

It moved like a fish float.

The pancake in Lin Huahua's hand stopped in mid-air.

Just as Xiao Zhao was about to speak, she silenced him with a look.

On the screen, the access traffic to the monitoring system's backend began to change.

A long-dormant access point was awakened from the bottom up.

The account name was not displayed; only a string of gray codes appeared.

Xiao Zhao leaned closer for a look. "What is this thing?"

"Administrator account".

"A general administrator?" Xiao Zhao's throat was dry. "Our provincial inspection system even has something like this?"

"It was officially deregistered long ago."

"Now..."

"Someone couldn't hold back any longer."

Lin Huahua threw the pancake into the trash can, then put her hands on the keyboard and started typing rapidly.