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

Northern Command Post.

The red secure telephone was still clutched in Shen Zhong's palm, the indicator lights flashing one by one until they stopped at the top red dot.

Zhou Weiguo stood to the side and spread out the sealed catalog.

"Sir, the four sets of materials—the northern infiltration case, the Q2 code skipping, the Q5 same-source film, and the 1998 fragment overlay diagram—have been grouped into the same top-secret package."

Shen Zhong held the unlit cigarette between his fingers, his military uniform buttoned up to the top, the epaulets casting harsh shadows under the light.

"Upload to Mr. Xu's office."

"Take the direct route?"

"Straight line, original parts are not compressed, and overlay parameters are sent together."

Zhou Weiguo immediately bent down to operate, and the progress bar on the screen was pushed forward inch by inch.

"Once this package is sent up, the frontline coordination team will have a hard time turning a blind eye."

Shen Zhong didn't respond to that sentence.

He stared at the half-page of yellowed paper and the overlapping black marks.

The paper is very thin.

But the person it bit was of a very high level.

Zhou Weiguo pressed the final confirmation button.

"Sent successfully".

Shen Zhong put the cigarettes back into the tin box.

"Now we're waiting for the receipt."

Handong Provincial Department.

Qi Tongwei leaned against the hospital bed, a dark coat draped over his hospital gown, his left arm in a sling across his chest. His face was pale, but his eyes were steady.

A supervisory order was placed on the table.

The staff member on duty handed over the pen.

"Director Qi, the network control point that Du Wenbin was in charge of has too many implications."

Qi Tongwei took the pen with his right hand.

"Since it involves a wide range of issues, we should start the investigation from the broadest perspective."

"A province-wide indiscriminate thorough investigation?"

"Check all backend accounts, historical interfaces, outsourced maintenance records, and offline permissions."

The staff member on duty swallowed hard.

"This will require a thorough review of the entire provincial police system."

Qi Tongwei raised his hand and tapped the bedside table with his knuckles.

笃.

"The fact that Du Wenbin was able to hide in the provincial department's Party committee office to delete records shows that this network should have been cleaned up long ago."

He signed his name on the supervisory order.

The strokes are not fast.

Each stroke was applied with great pressure.

"Send it out."

"Yes."

Qi Tongwei put the pen back on the table and his gaze fell on the military status bar in the lower right corner of the screen.

They haven't returned from the northern route yet.

He didn't urge him.

Shen Zhong took the highest route.

If that line moves, someone in the core will lose their sleep.

The core of Xishan.

A secure fax machine rang.

When the secretary pushed open the door to the outer room, the staff on duty were already standing up straight.

The fax paper was ejected very slowly, and as soon as the security classification mark appeared in the header, the faces of the people in the room tensed up.

The secretary put on white gloves and removed the pages one by one.

The northern infiltration case.

Q2 code skipping.

The Q5 logo is the same as the Q5 logo.

March 3, 1998, Frontline Coordination.

The core page of the sealing wax contains fragments of overlapping characters.

Each title is short.

When placed together, they are surprisingly heavy.

The secretary put the materials into a red folder and knocked on the door of the inner room.

There was no extra sound inside.

The door opened a crack.

The secretary reported in a low voice.

"Comrade Shen Zhong reported directly from the northern front that it involves infiltration on both military and civilian fronts, and is suspected to be part of the same forward system."

The folder was inserted.

The door closed again.

No one spoke from outside.

The clock on the wall ticked clearly, one tick after another.

Two hours later.

The secure fax machine at the northern command post lit up with a red light.

Zhou Weiguo immediately stood up.

"Sir, this is the reply slip from Elder Xu's office."

Shen walked over and personally took the fax paper.

There were no lengthy comments on the paper.

There are only eight characters.

Military and civilian authorities acted in unison, cutting off their access first.

The signature is in Xu Lao's vigorous handwriting.

Zhou Weiguo stared at those eight words, his throat bobbing.

"Sir, this is practically a knife to my head."

Shen Zhong pressed the receipt down on the table.

"The knife has been sharpened."

He picked up the military order issuance board, and the pen cap was unscrewed with a soft click.

"A thorough investigation will be conducted on the core outsourced support units of the Frontline Coordination Group."

Zhou Weiguo immediately spread out the command template.

"Scope?"

"All military external interfaces, maintenance ports, jumper protocols, and satellite backup links."

"How should it be handled?"

"Sever external connections, freeze handshakes, seal mirrors, and use electromagnetic suppression if necessary."

Zhou Weiguo looked up.

"Is the area surrounding the core core zone also being pressured?"

Shen Zhong glanced at him.

"Old Xu's prediction was to cut off his hand first."

Zhou Weiguo stopped asking.

He entered the command into the red terminal, verified it with two people, confirmed it with his fingerprint, and then the last military order code popped up.

He pressed the confirmation button heavily.

"hair."

After the military order was issued, the screens at the northern command post simultaneously changed pages.

An interface network diagram of an outsourced support unit was highlighted in red.

Frontline support.

These four words were finally dragged from the folder onto the table.

Shen Zhong turned around and looked at the other route.

"Synchronize with Handong".

Handong Ward.

A military synchronization code popped up on the screen in front of Qi Tongwei.

The staff member on duty almost dropped the document in his hand after just one glance.

"Chief Qi, the authorization for the northern route has arrived."

Qi Tongwei pulled his coat over his shoulders.

"read."

"Military and civilian authorities work together to cut off their access first. Local authorities will coordinate to sever all data handshake protocols within the Handong police system for frontline support."

Qi Tongwei tapped the bedside table again with his right knuckles.

笃.

"Provincial Department Technical Duty"

The connection was immediately established on the other side of the screen.

"Director Qi is online."

"All interfaces related to frontline security are forcibly disconnected."

"Including historical whitelists?"

"include."

What about local backup links?

"Reset to zero".

The technical staff paused for a moment.

"Director Qi, after the zeroing out, all their connections at the local level were cut off."

Qi Tongwei looked at the screen, his voice low.

"What I want is a complete break."

"clear."

"Leave a record, record the screen, and write all operations into the terrorism investigation file."

"Yes."

In the ward, the medical equipment beeped.

Qi Tongwei leaned back against the pillow, his right hand still resting on the edge of the bed.

He looked unwell.

But when giving orders, he's like a knife sheathed in its sheath.

The periphery of a core area.

The underground computer room of the forward support base.

The alarm lights flashed wildly.

Rows of server racks were blowing hot air, and the external connection channels on the duty screen began to turn gray in large patches.

The military interface is disconnected.

The local police interface is disconnected.

The backup chain handshake failed.

Satellite reconnection failed.

The server room supervisor stood in front of the control panel, his face draining of color.

Who initiated the external liaison?

The duty officer frantically typed on the keyboard.

"Supervisor, all external connections have been cut off—military lines, local lines, and backup lines are all gone."

"Reconnect".

"Reconnection failed."

"Change the springboard."

"The springboard protocol has been frozen."

The supervisor grabbed the duty officer by the shoulder.

"Say it again?"

The duty officer's throat tightened.

"All exits are gone."

On the console, red pop-ups kept appearing one after another.

The military's electromagnetic control area covers the northern front.

Access to illegal frequency bands is denied.

The handshake protocol of the local police system has been cleared.

The supervisor reached for the drawer.

There is an encrypted satellite phone inside.

This is the highest-level emergency response equipment within the frontline support system, and normally only two people are allowed to access it.

He pressed the power button.

The screen lights up.

The signal bar is empty.

The supervisor raised the phone, walked to the side door of the server room, and pressed the dial button next to the signal booster.