You Infiltrate. I Make Them Apologize on Their Knees.

Less than an hour after the gray-capped man reached the hospital, officials from a “special department” removed him. Their documents, seals, and the superior's phone order were all authentic. Only the department itself did not exist. Su Wanqing slapped her recorder onto a table. “They alter systems, cameras, even government command chains. Calling the police only tells them where to intercept us.” Lu Chen rented a warehouse in an old industrial park and hung a sign reading OMNI TECHNICAL CONSULTING. Half his seventy thousand bought six used servers, an independent line, and a cheap kettle that never managed to boil. Two covered a wall with Su Ze's movements.