Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

"Master, as you know, many of the children of high-ranking officials in Great Xia are studying or working abroad. On the surface, they are pursuing further education, but in reality, they are inevitably used as hostages to be manipulated."

Therefore, it is very difficult to keep things completely secret.

Even if parents don't say it, they still have a soft spot in their hearts.

Information about the mutant drug naturally leaked out through various channels.

She paused, tapped her fingers lightly twice on the steering wheel, and continued:

"There was a period when the foreign force 'Illuminati' took action."

They meticulously planned and robbed a production site of Dajiang Pharmaceutical in the southwest. All the security personnel on duty were killed, and the finished and semi-finished products on the production line were looted, resulting in the loss of a large amount of mutated drugs.

Although Xingyu intervened urgently and located several of their temporary strongholds through data tracking, and the nation launched a night-time operation to eliminate three of them, not a single vial of the stolen medicine was recovered.

"Can't even find the Star Language?"

Lin Mo was slightly taken aback, and his brows furrowed.

Star Language is an AI agent that is several generations ahead of its time, covering almost all known digital signals and communication frequency bands. Even satellite phones in the deepest mountains and forests cannot escape its detection.

To be able to evade Xingyu's pursuit, this foreign force must be quite powerful.

"yes."

Han Yue gave a bitter smile.

"They must have been prepared in advance, completely refusing to use the internet. All instructions were delivered offline by messengers, using the most primitive methods of communication: notes, coded messages, carrier pigeons, and regular meetings, etc."

Moreover, their people are infiltrated into government departments of various countries, especially the United States, where their influence is the deepest.

The U.S., citing "national information security," has directly legislated a ban on its citizens using Star Language. Although Star Language could technically be used to forcibly infiltrate their internal systems, there's no need to expend such effort for nothing, so information updates from the U.S. are not as timely.

The carriage was quiet for a few seconds, with only the faint hum of the air conditioning vents.

Lin Mo leaned back in his seat, his gaze passing through the dark car window as he looked at the gradually darkening sky outside. A slight smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"The Illuminati, is it? I'll handle that."

His tone was nonchalant and casual.

A hint of anticipation flashed in Han Yue's eyes.

"Master, are you going to take action personally?"

"Since we're just idling around anyway, we might as well deal with these clowns."

A cold glint slowly crept into Lin Mo's eyes.

"And let them know that some things are beyond their control!"

Han Yue tapped her fingertips lightly on the steering wheel twice, paused for two seconds as if considering her words, and lowered her voice slightly:

"Master, I am not questioning your strength."

However, the Illuminati is a much more complex organization than you might imagine.

They may have been operating on Earth for over a century, infiltrating the core of power in almost every country.

The few strongholds they took down earlier were just the tip of the iceberg of their massive operation.

She paused for a moment.

"More importantly, the intelligence we intercepted indicates that there is a recent operation within the Illuminati codenamed 'Judgment Day,' which appears to have used some kind of weapon of mass destruction."

Even Xingyu couldn't fully decipher what it was, but judging from their logistics trajectory, it most likely involved tactical-level nuclear devices, or even more advanced dirty bombs.

"What's even more troublesome is that they seem to have anticipated being targeted."

All the visible strongholds are like bait; the real core command system is completely detached from the network, relying on the most primitive messengers and dead mailboxes.

If you venture too far, you might just play right into their hands.

After Han Yue finished speaking, she took a deep breath, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"So, are you really sure you want to go in person?"

Zeng Li sat next to Lin Mo, listening to Han Yue's words. Although she didn't understand most of what Han Yue said, she could still understand the words "nuclear weapons" and "trap".

She instinctively gripped Lin Mo's clothes tightly, her palms sweaty.

Lin Mo leaned back in his seat, his gaze passing through the windshield as he watched the streetlights gradually illuminate the street outside.

He turned his head, first giving Zeng Li a reassuring look, and then looked at Han Yue:

"Don't worry, it's just a nuclear weapon, it can't hurt me."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable certainty.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say another word of advice, but ultimately swallowed it back and simply nodded silently.

"Okay, should I tell the higher-ups?"

If resources need to be allocated, I can report it immediately.

Lin Mo waved his hand:

"Not for now, let me handle it first."

Your people getting involved will only alert the enemy.

"OK."

"Take us back."

"yes!"

Han Yue then started the car, the deep roar of the engine echoing in the quiet parking lot.

The car smoothly drove out of the parking lot and merged into the main road.

Outside the car window, the city's neon lights lit up one after another in the night, creating a dazzling display.

Zeng Li remained silent, leaning back in her seat and looking out the window at the rapidly receding street scene, as if trying to find a sense of reality in those familiar buildings and lights.

But what happened in the restaurant just now—Lin Mo's single glance caused three fierce-looking foreigners to vomit blood and collapse, and the beautiful policewoman named Han Yue's attitude towards him was almost humble.

These images replayed repeatedly in her mind, but they could never overlap with the image of the student she remembered who worked hard to support herself and occasionally worried about living expenses.

Her heart was in turmoil, and countless questions swirled in her mind.

The policewoman's rank insignia was clearly that of a deputy director-level officer; in a local area, that would mean she was someone who could shake a city with a stomp of her foot.

Yet this very person calls Lin Mo "master".

This title is too strange; it carries a sense of almost absolute obedience that transcends the superior-subordinate relationship.

So, what kind of person is Lin Mo?

Zeng Li secretly turned her head and glanced at Lin Mo's profile out of the corner of her eye.

The light and shadow of the streetlights swept across his face, but his expression remained calm, as if nothing had happened.

But the more this happened, the deeper the doubts became in Zeng Li's mind.

She suddenly felt as if she had never truly known this student.

He took leave from school before, so something terrible must have happened.