Chapter 180 Full Tracking
In a bustling teahouse in the south of the city.
A coachman in a gray jacket trotted in, grabbed a teacup that had long since gone cold from the table, gulped it down, and wiped his mouth.
He spoke quickly to the shopkeeper, who was doing the accounting, in a secret language only the two of them could understand: "The black mudfish from the west, without a tag, swallowed a ground snake and darted north."
The shopkeeper didn't even look up, his abacus clicking away as he replied, "Understood. Make a note of it in the accounts, and settle it at the end of the month."
In the north of the city, a vendor selling candied hawthorns from his cart saw a black Volga sedan speed past the street corner like a madman, splashing mud everywhere.
Without making a sound, he gave an extra string of candied hawthorns to a mischievous boy next to him and said in a low voice, "Tell your father that the blackfish that just passed by had a very strong fishy smell, so don't let him touch it."
The mischievous boy licked his candied hawthorn, nodded as if he understood, and dashed into the alley next door.
At the post office entrance, a postman in a green uniform adjusted his bicycle, watched the black Volga speed away, and frowned.
He walked into the post office, offered a cigarette to a familiar colleague, and casually complained:
"Hey, people drive so recklessly these days. A Volga without license plates was rushing to its death and almost hit me. It looked like it was heading towards the junkyard in the west of the city."
Countless eyes, countless mouths.
rickshaw pullers, peddlers, postmen, thugs, latrine cleaners...
These ordinary, insignificant people from all walks of life, scattered at the lowest levels of Beijing, have now become nerve endings in Bai Shu's vast network.
Qin Zheng sat in a secluded courtyard, his phone ringing off the hook with a stream of all sorts of chaotic messages.
"Report! The target vehicle was last seen outside Xizhimen!"
"The car was going very fast! The driver's skills were very professional; he's definitely not an ordinary person!"
"The clue points to the west of the city! The abandoned vehicle depot!"
Qin Zheng's forehead was covered in sweat. He grabbed his coat and growled at his capable subordinates, "Let's go! To the depot!"
A dozen minutes later, several jeeps screeched to a halt at the entrance of the abandoned depot, kicking up a cloud of dust.
A pungent, burnt smell wafted towards us.
Qin Zheng's heart sank.
As the group rushed into the depths of the depot, the scene before them made everyone gasp in shock.
A black Volga was now just a charred, empty shell, emitting wisps of black smoke. The doors were wide open, and the car was completely empty, without a trace of blood.
A few footprints were scattered on the ground around them, but they quickly disappeared into the mess of railway tracks and gravel.
"Search!" Qin Zheng's voice was hoarse.
His men immediately scattered, searching the surroundings inch by inch like hunting dogs.
But the result was despairing.
"Report! No signs of struggle found!"
"Report! Everything inside the car has been burned; nothing can be found!"
"The footprints ended there, so the other party must have changed cars and fled!"
The clues were burned to ashes here.
The enemy operates with meticulous precision, possessing terrifyingly strong counter-surveillance capabilities. They anticipate their pursuit at every step and erase all traces in advance.
Qin Zheng glanced at his watch; four hours had passed since the young lady gave him the twelve-hour deadline.
Time passed by, second by second.
Every minute that is delayed increases the risk of that local bully, nicknamed "Lackey Head," being tortured to death.
This is not only a matter of one person's life, but also of the young lady's! If she can't even protect her own people, who will dare to risk their lives for her in the future?
Qin Zheng was extremely anxious, but he was at a loss for what to do.
Just as he was about to be swallowed up by this sense of powerlessness, one of his men came running up, panting, holding a military walkie-talkie in his hand, with a strange expression.
"Boss! It's an urgent call from Shanghai... Wang Kun from Shanghai, saying that... 'goods' have arrived, and he specifically requests that Miss personally go to collect them!"
Qin Zheng was suddenly stunned, almost forgetting about this matter. He immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and contacted Courtyard No. 1 as quickly as possible.
...
Half an hour later, in the warehouse of a food processing plant that had been abandoned for many years in the suburbs of Beijing.
Su Wantang personally drove an inconspicuous Jeep and parked it in front of the rusty gate.
Qin Zheng had already led his men to clear the place out beforehand, and was now standing solemnly at the door waiting.
"Young Miss".
Su Wantang nodded and walked straight into the warehouse.
The warehouse was covered in dust, and the air was filled with a musty smell. In the center, there were several large wooden crates wrapped tightly in oilcloth, which looked quite ordinary.
Su Wantang stepped forward, picked up a crowbar, and effortlessly pried open one of the wooden crates.
"Creak—"
The moment the wooden plank was moved, Qin Zheng subconsciously leaned forward for a look, and then froze on the spot, his pupils contracting sharply.
Inside the wooden crate, lined with thick shock-absorbing foam, lay not gold or silver treasures, but a pile of precision electronic devices he had never seen before, gleaming with a metallic luster!
The complex circuit boards, the tangled cables, the various oddly shaped receivers and displays... all of this was completely beyond his understanding of this era!
What...what is this?!
Ignoring his shock, Su Wantang pried open the remaining boxes one after another.
She skillfully moved the equipment out one by one, connected the wires, debugged the modules, and assembled the antenna... Her movements were smooth and fluid, without the slightest hesitation.
Soon, in this dilapidated warehouse, she built a simple but absolutely terrifying signal monitoring station by hand.
"Buzz—"
As she pressed the last button, the device emitted a soft beep, and several screens lit up in succession, with a stream of pale green data flashing rapidly across them.
Qin Zheng stood to the side, his Adam's apple bobbing, unable to utter a single word.
He felt his worldview being shattered and then rebuilt little by little by the slender figure in front of him.
He finally realized that the young lady's trump cards were far deeper and more terrifying than he had imagined!
The terrifying data on the Beijing map in Su Wantang's mind was spinning, and as she eliminated it, the densely packed dots of light were rapidly decreasing.
Five minutes later, only three flashing red dots remained.
She picked up a pair of headphones and put them on, then started typing on the keyboard again. This time, her goal was to forcefully decipher the three signal sources!
"Sizzle... sizzle..."
A series of piercing electrical noises came from the headphones.
The first signal source failed to be deciphered; the other party has a very strong reverse firewall.
The second signal source was successfully deciphered; it contained normal communications from a unit's night shift. Eliminated.
Only one is left.
Su Wantang's fingertips gently tapped the Enter key.
"drop--"
A soft sound.
The static noise in the headphones disappeared instantly.
Instead, a man's suppressed scream of extreme pain was heard!
"ah--!"
That voice belonged to the man with scabies!
Immediately afterwards, a cold, cruel voice, tinged with impatience, rang out; it was Qian Weiguo's.
"Tell me! Who gave you the formula for that batch of 'miracle drugs'?!"
"I...I really don't know...Ahhh!"
Another heart-wrenching scream erupted.
On the screen, the last red dot stopped flashing and turned into a clear, blood-red coordinate.
The coordinates point to the location—the outskirts of the city, the Hongxing Chemical Plant!
Su Wantang slowly took off her headphones and threw them on the table.
"Found it."
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