Province, military region.
"General." Adjutant Zhang hurriedly walked in from the outside and unlocked his phone. It was a picture that had been secretly taken. Although it wasn't very clear, he could tell who the person in the picture was from the figure.
General Qin looked at the photo, frowning. "When did they arrive in Jiang City?"
"No one reported, they should be looking for Young Master." Deputy Zhang stood at the side. "After all, they only listen to Young Master."
General Qin pinched his brows. "Has this been reported?"
"It has been reported. They said that they were cooperating with the crime squad. Young Master's actions were within the scope, but his attitude was a little over the top." Deputy Zhang hid something when he said those words.
General Qin placed the things in his hands down. "It wasn't a little over the top, right?"
Deputy Zhang stuttered. "Yes, the camouflage uniform was too eye-catching. But Young Master has always been like that. If he didn't do that, that person wouldn't have been able to take him down."
General Qin glanced up, his military uniform ramrod straight. "He can't wear the uniform yet."
"As a criminal psychologist, he did the right thing," Deputy Zhang continued.
General Qin pulled open the drawer next to him. Inside was a golden tassel embedded on his shoulder. He had personally plucked it from his son.
"General …" Deputy Zhang wanted to say something but stopped.
General Qin paused. "Submit the application, it's time for him to come back."
"But will Young Master accept it?" Deputy Zhang didn't ask this question for no reason. That year, when he returned from a mission, someone suspected that Young Master had been hypnotized, saying that he had shot an innocent person. Hence, he was stripped of his military rank.
He couldn't forget the Young Master back then. He was bathed in blood and didn't know what he had been through. His wrist was injured, but that wasn't a big deal.
What was unforgettable was that he had never seen his Young Master cry.
But at that time, he knew that there were tears in his eyes.
No one knew what had happened.
Yet, at that time, someone had to question him.
The mission was completed by Young Master alone.
But when he returned, he was met with doubt.
Since things had already turned out like this, would the young master still accept it?
General Qin lifted his head. "He will."
Adjutant Zhang opened his mouth.
"Even if he doesn't wear a military uniform, he is still a soldier." General Qin raised his hand and signed the document. "Who taught him to give up after being questioned?"
Adjutant Zhang did not say anything.
Because he knew very well that the Bureau Chief was right.
Young Master, even when he was questioned back then and his wrist was bleeding, he still wanted to destroy the main computer at that time and rescue the hostages who had not been brainwashed.
This was what a soldier was like.
It was probably because of this.
It was a border mission.
Only the young master would be the most suitable person to go.
At the same time, Adjutant Zhang also knew that most of those missions were filled with death.
He did not dare to tell Madam about this.
Fortunately, he didn't have to go immediately.
Adjutant Zhang brought up the map again. "I'll go and deal with it. This time, I hope that Young Master can catch the culprit behind the Maiden's Sacrifice and cut off their escape route. That way, it'll be easier to carry out the next border mission."
The Maiden's Sacrifice was never as simple as it seemed.
Hidden beneath it was an armed force that started from human nature, distorted values, and restrained wealth.
This was something they had only recently discovered.
This tumor had to be removed.
The wind outside was getting stronger.
Four sports cars gathered, following behind a pure black Land Rover.
One of the cars drove forward. He lowered the window, a black Bluetooth earpiece on his ear. "Boss, where are we going next?"
"To find someone." Qin Mo unlocked the phone he had taken from Wang Chuanlei, his voice calm. "We won't be bringing Commissioner Wang, a hundred meters ahead, hand him over to the crime squad."
"Got it!" Magician smiled, speeding up to overtake the car.
Halfway through, he slowed down. He seemed to have realized something, glancing at the silver-haired youngster in the car. "Boss, why does he look so familiar?"
Bo Jiu had seen Magician before, at the cinema when she was still an 'employee'.
Qin Mo glanced up, sweeping Magician a glance. "You got the wrong person, send him over."
Got the wrong person? Magician was still frowning, but in the next second, he came to a realization. Was this the one that had turned his boss gay?
He wanted to stop and watch, but his boss gave an order.
Magician stepped on the accelerator with a regretful expression.
When the car sped past, Wang Chuanlei finally had a chance to look at the person inside. He had thought about the person who had ruined their plans countless times, how would he look like.
But he had never expected to see such a face.
The youngster was unbelievably handsome, his silver hair blown away, revealing his eyes and the pair of hands on the keyboard. They were slender and fair, a little weak.
However, it was precisely this pair of hands that stirred the winds and clouds and reversed the universe.
Because at that moment, the youngster's hands landed swiftly, the crisp sound of the keyboard hitting the keyboard. Even though it was just for a moment, Wang Chuanlei understood.
Qin Mo had an expert that could defeat Fan Jia by his side.
None of them had noticed.
Even Fan Jia hadn't known it was this person.
He was a chess piece in their plan, the useless young master of the Fu family who only knew how to play games.
The car sped past.
Four sports cars roared past one after another, forming a straight line.
The chase hadn't stopped.
After Qin Mo unlocked his phone, he glanced at the youngster beside him.
Bo Jiu adjusted the page, activating the signal tracking.
Now, as long as the call went through, she would be able to locate Fan Jia.
Their chemistry was as good as ever.
Qin Mo lifted his thin lips, dialing the number.
On the other side, Fan Jia glanced at the caller ID, about to pick up.
Just then, a piece of news appeared on the screen. She recognized the car in the picture.
Fan Jia narrowed her eyes, glancing at the caller ID on the screen. Her hand, which was about to press the button, suddenly stopped. After the ringtone disappeared, she hurriedly opened the preview, entering a certain page.
There was a group of people discussing many things.
Some said that the discussions here were wrong, that it was defamatory, and that they shouldn't come.
Some people were quibbling, saying that they were just here to chat. There were also people who were pointing fingers and telling the people who were here to ignore those comments. In any case, they were all here to defame them.
Those who argued were still talking about the arrest of one of their members and felt that they weren't in the wrong.
Most of the people who argued were from the previous case, those who didn't believe that the plagiarist had plagiarized.
When Fan Jia had recruited these people, she had known that they wouldn't be able to differentiate and would definitely become her seeds. Now, the seeds had bloomed.
Perhaps, these people could help her.
After all, she had no idea what had happened on the other end of the call.
Fan Jia started to ask around.
Someone replied immediately, "You must have been targeted, I saw someone arresting someone today. These people must have nothing better to do, always doing such things. I heard that the person who stopped them is quite powerful …"
Fan Jia's heart sank.
Her first reaction was to remove the SIM card.
As someone who could handle matters so smoothly, Fan Jia wasn't stupid.
After hearing the person's words, she quickly understood that Wang Chuanlei had been arrested.
There was something wrong with the call just now.
Fan Jia gritted her teeth, as though she had thought of something. She first complained about her grievance, then added, "Can anyone help me?"
These people were interesting.
They were suspicious of the matter.
They were compassionate towards the matter that wasn't right since they were helping a person get off the hook.
One of them agreed, asking for Fan Jia's whereabouts. He said that she was close to Fan Jia and that they could go over to meet her. He encouraged her to work hard and that they were all on her side.
On the other side, when the call went dead, Qin Mo knew that the other party must have sensed something.
He immediately changed the direction of the investigation and dialed Director Huang's number.
He dialed Director Huang's number. "Just in case, expand the scope. She won't choose the railway or plane as she won't be able to pass the security check. However, it's different for the other vehicles. Everyone is concentrated on the roads."
Finding a needle in a haystack.
She had to find a needle.
Bo Jiu suggested. "I think she will start from the internet."
Qin Mo glanced up, a glint in his eyes.
Bo Jiu's fingers flew across the keyboard.
Breaking through wasn't a problem.
But there were too many of them and it would take a long time to find traces.
In the end, Bo Jiu's fingers paused. "There should be information about the student in A University. I need to know her account and password to see her preview records."
The crime squad would definitely have such basic information.
Qin Mo understood what the youngster was trying to do. He turned over, tapping on the keyboard with one hand.
Even though his other hand was wrapped in a white bandage, it didn't seem to affect his typing speed.
She logged in with the account and password.
There were five long term traces on the screen.
Bo Jiu did a data analysis on each trace, forming a preview page but she wasn't sure which one it was.
Qin Mo scanned the screen inch by inch, finally landing on a message. "Click on this one and take a look."
Bo Jiu moved her fingers, realizing there was more hidden information.
She tilted her head, deciding to learn from him. "How did you find out?"
"Good intuition from physics, something you don't have." Qin Mo's face was still handsome.
But Bo Jiu had an inexplicable urge to bite the Almighty. What kind of intuition was that?
But sometimes, intuition came from years of experience.
The two of them swiped the screen, quickly noticing a strange message.
That was because that ID was intentionally or unintentionally asking about today's pursuit, and he even asked someone out.
Bo Jiu arched a brow. "There's a problem."
Qin Mo didn't reply, instead, he dialed Director Huang's number. "The culprit might be moving with a hostage, be prepared."
"Hostage?" Director Huang bolted up. "Why would there be a hostage?!"
Once there was a hostage, the nature of the arrest would change. No matter what, they had to ensure the safety of the hostage.
Qin Mo glanced out of the window, his gaze calm. "The culprit is able to commit crimes without restraint online because he has an accomplice. What's so strange about having an accomplice as a hostage?"
Director Huang was at a loss for words, but in the end, he instructed, "Regardless of who the hostage is, as long as he's an ordinary citizen, you have to bring him back."
Qin Mo pushed the silver lighter up, tilting his head to light a cigarette. He took a puff, his smile turning cold. "Do you know why Z exists?"
Director Huang stilled.
Even Bo Jiu, who was mentioned, stilled.
Qin Mo flicked the cigarette ash. "Because she never needs to save someone who looks like a hostage but is actually an accomplice."
"Qin Mo!" There were too many things in Director Huang's voice, but the only thing that could be heard was his intention to stop Qin Mo.
Qin Mo replied slowly, "Don't worry, my thoughts won't affect my actions. I will save him."
Director Huang heaved a sigh of relief.
Qin Mo reached out to hang up.
Bo Jiu typed, asking, "Why?"
Even though he knew it was dark, he still walked forward and even wanted to save the accomplice hostage. Why?
Qin Mo tilted his head. "Because of the accomplice, you have to send him to prison."
Bo Jiu hadn't expected such an answer.
She was suddenly reminded of the Almighty when he had been young. He would sit on the sofa and watch pornographic movies.
Back then, she had been different from the Almighty.
She had been playing, dismantling her little keyboard, causing trouble without any regard for the law. She hadn't understood why those people had stood up to resist even though they knew they weren't strong enough.
The Almighty had been a tiny figure but when she had asked the question, his lips had lifted slightly, even his eyes had lit up. "Because they are Chinese soldiers. Do you know what it means to be a Chinese soldier? They don't live in a white world. Even though they know it's dark ahead, they have to tear the darkness apart to welcome the light."
At that time, she hadn't been familiar with Mandarin.
On the other hand, he drooled for a while at the Almighty who said this.
The words of a good-looking person were also correct.
Now that she thought about it … Bo Jiu lifted her thin lips. The person she had liked since young had always been like this.
She could almost see the existence of justice in him.
It wasn't black and white.
It wasn't a grey area.
It was a belief.
It was fearlessness, morality, and even more so, the burden on his shoulders.
Bo Jiu glanced at his grown face. She was reminded of the adorable and aloof pet when she had been young. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She turned and planted a kiss on Qin Mo's cheek.
Qin Mo hadn't expected the youngster to react this way. His commanding voice paused for a moment. When he turned, his gaze deepened.
Bo Jiu admired the Almighty's startled expression.
She suddenly felt satisfied.
She finally understood why those domineering CEOs in novels would tease their girlfriends at work.
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