Fei Shuwen walked along, observing his surroundings. Finally, at the end of the corridor, a room door was open. Fei Shuwen quickly went in and stuffed the documents under a floor-to-ceiling cabinet. Lifting the cabinet made him sweat profusely. Afterward, Fei Shuwen hurried towards the central control center.

The main control center was right in front of him. Fei Shuwen took a deep breath and tremblingly pressed the identification card close to the sensor area. With a "beep," the door slowly opened, and a blast of cold air rushed out.

What comes into view is a long, narrow corridor with rows of closed metal doors on both sides. Each door is marked with a different number and English abbreviation, representing a different functional area.

Fei Shuwen stood at the door, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar space warily. The hum of the machines and the notification sounds of electronic devices mingled and echoed in the corridor.

He had no idea which door led to the core area, nor did he know the specific function of each room; his palms were so sweaty they almost soaked the identification card.

However, he couldn't stand in the corridor for too long, because there was no one there. After hesitating for a moment, he steeled himself and walked to a door in the middle of the corridor, placing his identification card close to the sensor area.

With a "beep," the door opened, and Fei Shuwen took a deep breath and slipped inside.

Inside the room, several U.S. military technicians were intently focused on their screens, typing away at their keyboards, various data scrolling rapidly across the screens. One of the officers, wearing glasses, heard the noise, turned around, his eyes filled with suspicion: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Fei Shuwen forced himself to remain calm and tried to make his voice sound steady: "Hello, sir. I've been assigned to be in charge of organizing the data. You've asked me to familiarize myself with the environment first."

"Document organization?" The officer frowned, stood up, and approached Fei Shuwen step by step. "The document organization area is in room B-07. You don't even know that?"

Fei Shuwen's mind raced as he considered a solution: "I'm sorry, sir. I'm new here and not familiar with the layout. I accidentally went to the wrong place." As he spoke, he bowed, showing no sign of nervousness, as if it were really the case.

Fei Shuwen hadn't expected that data organization was actually needed here. He wished he could have infiltrated the area.

The officer sized him up, his gaze growing increasingly sharp: "New here? I haven't received any notification. Show me your identification!"

Fei Shuwen inwardly cursed his bad luck; he had no identification whatsoever. His throat tightened: "My identification is in my locker. I'll go get it right now." Fei Shuwen remained completely relaxed, showing no sign of tension. But the officer still wouldn't budge.

As Fei Shuwen turned to walk towards the door, he suddenly shouted, "Halt!" A cold glint flashed in the officer's eyes, and he continued, "You're not from here at all! Men, seize him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several American soldiers in the room drew their guns and quickly surrounded him.