Somewhere deeper in the underground complex, heavy machinery roared to life, crates of prototype weapons being unloaded and fixed.
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In the VIP room, Lu Zi Zhen's fingers danced over the keyboard, his screen tablets lit up in rapid succession, satellite feeds, traffic drones, facial recognition overlays. He barely blinked, eyes cold and sharp.
Beside him, Lu Ting Cheng synced into the tactical comms network, his voice steady despite the tension. "All city highway checkpoints are green. No irregularities… wait..... Sector C-17 just picked up a vehicle ID match. Black SUV. Scrambled plates. No toll log, but the infrared shows two heat signatures in the back seat, one wounded."
"I will track the data down!"
"All right..."
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In another secluded research area, the secret government body had failed to kidnap Lu Wan Ruyi and Lu Zi Zhen.