"Impossible!" Chen Yanbai slammed the table and stood up, "Boss Jin, you..."
Jin Chanyun's image flickered slightly, and the Merlion in the background was suddenly replaced by the red emblem of Interpol: "Mr. Shen, please be patient."
He retrieved a surveillance video showing that the chief financial officer of the Jin Group was meeting with Shen Mingzhe in New Delhi, holding the black account book in his hand.
The monsoon season in New Delhi was particularly intense. When Jin Chanyun's private plane landed at a secret military airport, rain mixed with hot, humid air poured into the cabin as the hatch opened.
He was wearing a rainproof jacket, and the Interpol emblem on his arm glowed fluorescently under the tactical flashlight. Following behind him were not business elites, but a fully armed special operations team.
"The target is the spice market in the old city." Li Zhou's voice came from the communicator. He had already set up surveillance in Jiangcheng with the elite Dark River troops. "A huge amount of money recently flowed from Chen Yanrong's Swiss account to the Jin Group's 'charity fund'."
Jin Suyun curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, and slid his fingertips across the tablet computer to pull up the capital flow chart of "Dark Night Technology".
Behind those seemingly legal transnational trades, there is a huge money laundering network. The funds eventually flow into an anonymous account in the Caribbean. The account holder's code name is - Night Owl.
"I see." He looked at the numbers jumping on the screen and suddenly understood Li Zhengyang's intention.
The key to the Shen family crest is not only the key to unlocking the account books, but also the puzzle piece that reveals the true face of Night Owl. The extent to which the Jin family group has been infiltrated is far beyond his imagination.
In the ward of Jiangcheng Hospital, Chen Yanxiu magnified a detail on the equity structure chart - the registered address of "Dark Night Technology" actually coincided with an office building three kilometers away from the scene of Li Zhengyang's car accident.
He suddenly started coughing, and Chen Yanbai quickly handed him warm water, but saw him write two words on the cup: "Inside the ghost."
Li Zhou stood in front of the criminal police evidence wall, his fingertips running over the list of shareholders of "Dark Night Technology." The third-ranked anonymous shareholder held exactly 13% of the shares, a number that reminded him of the last three digits of Li Zhengyang's police ID.
The water dispenser behind him suddenly made a strange noise. A young police officer named Xiao Wang walked over with a cup of coffee. The watch exposed on his sleeve was the same model as Shen Mingzhe's.
"Mr. Li, the reply from Jin Group has arrived." Xiao Wang placed the document on the table. His fingers accidentally knocked over Li Zhou's water cup, and the water spilled onto the list of shareholders, creating a circular stain.
Li Zhou looked at the water stain and suddenly remembered what Chen Yanxiu had written on the water cup. He looked up suddenly - Xiao Wang's tie clip had the gear pattern of "Dark Night Technology".
"Xiao Wang, come with me to the office." Li Zhou's voice was unusually calm, but his hand was quietly on the pistol at his waist.
A trace of panic flashed across Xiao Wang's face. He suddenly pulled out a stun gun from his briefcase and stabbed it hard into Li Zhou's neck.
At the same time, Jin Chanyun's personal communicator rang, and Li Zhou's emergency message popped up on the screen: "The traitor has been exposed, and the account books are in Warehouse No. 7 of the New Delhi Spice Market!"
He looked up out the window. New Delhi in the rainstorm was like a boiling ocean, and the neon lights of the spice market were twisted into strange smiling faces in the rain.
The rain-soaked alleys of New Delhi's spice market are filled with the aroma of cinnamon and cardamom. Jin Suyun, wearing a black baseball cap and a mask covering half his face, tactical boots click on the slippery cobblestones.
The iron door of Warehouse No. 7 was ajar, and Shen Mingzhe's voice could be heard from inside: "Jin Chanyun! Where's the deal you agreed on?!"
He pushed the door open and walked in, his flashlight sweeping across the piles of sacks. Shen Mingzhe was tied to the central pillar, his mouth sealed with tape, and the black account book was placed on the wooden box next to him.
Three people in black robes had their backs to him. The leader was wearing a night owl mask and playing with a butterfly knife in his hand. The light reflected by the blade was exactly the same as that of Shen Yanrong.
"Mr. Jin, long time no see." Ye Xiao's voice was distorted, like sandpaper rubbing against metal. "Li Zhengyang's student is indeed worthy of his reputation."
He raised his hand and took off his mask, revealing a face that made Jin Chanyun's pupils shrink suddenly - it was actually the chief financial officer of Jin Group, the right-hand man who had followed him for ten years.
"Ding Feng?" Jin Chanyun clenched the electric shock device hidden in his sleeve. "You are actually Night Owl?"
Ding Feng laughed and snapped his butterfly knife open. "I'm just a finger of the Night Owl. Guess who the real Night Owl is?"
He threw the account book into the incinerator next to him, and the flames instantly devoured the pages that recorded the crimes.
The incinerator of Jiangcheng Hospital suddenly started up, and Chen Yanxiu looked out the window abruptly—black smoke was coming out of the chimney of the hospital's logistics building.
He struggled to get out of bed, and Chen Yanbai quickly supported him, only to see him pointing to the shareholding structure chart on the computer screen: "Look! The shareholder list of 'Dark Night Technology' has changed!"
The previously anonymous 13% stake suddenly revealed the name of the holder - Jin Annuo. This name reminded Chen Yanbai of the quiet girl he had met in the university library, who always held an economics textbook and had ink stains on her cuffs.
However, Chen Yanxiu retrieved Jin Annuo's academic record, and in the admission score column it was written: Top ten in the world in the quantum physics competition.
"She's not an ordinary college student." Chen Yanxiu's fingertips tapped on the keyboard, calling up Jin Annuo's online footprints. "She has been secretly cracking the firewall of 'Dark Night Technology'. At the same time that Chen Feng burned the account books, she successfully extracted the backup data."
In front of the incinerator in New Delhi, Jin Chanyun watched the account books turn to ashes and suddenly smiled.
He pressed the red button on the communicator, and the sprinkler system on the top of the warehouse started instantly, extinguishing the flames.
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