686: Chapter 681 The Legendary Thief?

His words snapped everyone out of their fervor.

Wu Ya reacted immediately, grabbing the internal communicator and starting to issue orders methodically.

"Understood."

Evelyn also wiped away tears, quickly regaining her scientific composure.

She knew what the birth of pangu meant.

It was a miracle, but potentially also a Pandora's Box.

Before everything could be clarified, secrecy was the top priority.

Shen Yan walked over to Evelyn's side.

"Are there any data records of its evolution model?"

"Yes! Everything is here!"

Evelyn pointed to an isolated server.

"From the moment it processed the first chess piece to the final logical breakthrough of 'Alpha Divine Domain,' all of its neuronal activity pathways and data flow directions have been completely recorded."

"Very good."

Shen Yan nodded.

"I need you and your team to stop doing everything else for now."

"Just one thing."

"Devour this data, byte by byte."

"I need to know exactly how 'self' was born from the one in zero."

Evelyn nodded heavily, a stronger flame igniting in her eyes.

This was the greatest subject in human history.

And the key to unlocking this subject was in her hands!

After giving his instructions, Shen Yan turned to leave.

He trusted Evelyn's capabilities.

He still had more important matters to attend to.

"I'm going to check on the progress of Old Fang's Tidal Energy Matrix."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Evelyn.

"When you finish here, prepare yourself. We're going to Country M."

Evelyn's body trembled slightly.

Country M... That was where her career began.

It was also where her dreams were shattered. It was the location of the 'Quantum Leap Dynamics' company currently under her name.

"To... reorganize the team over there."

Shen Yan's tone was very flat.

"And bring your two young apprentices over as well."

Evelyn's eyes instantly lit up.

She had always wanted to bring those two most talented students to Country H, to this place where she could unleash her talent to the fullest.

But she hadn't felt comfortable asking.

She felt she needed to achieve more accomplishments to prove herself.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yan had brought it up proactively.

"Boss..."

A thousand words ultimately condensed into just two: "Thank you."

Shen Yan said nothing more and walked straight out of the core laboratory.

Wu Ya followed behind him, looking at his retreating figure with deep emotion.

This man was always like this.

He could see the grandest future, and he could perceive the subtlest needs in everyone's heart.

He used the coldest demeanor to give his subordinates the warmest trust and support.

How could she not be captivated by such charisma?

Two days later, aboard the private gulfstream g650 flying to New Port City, Country M.

Shen Yan rested with his eyes closed.

His trip to Country M to reorganize the company and pick people up was merely incidental.

The true purpose stemmed from a piece of system intelligence that had refreshed in his mind two days prior.

[Daily Intelligence Refreshed]

[Type: advanced wealth intelligence]

[Target: Stolen 'star of ishtar']

[Location: New Port City, Country M]

[Details: Three years ago, the priceless ancient Babylonian diamond necklace—the 'star of ishtar'—was stolen from the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New Port City. The New Port City Police Department, in conjunction with the world's largest insurance group, 'Aegis Insurance,' jointly offered a fifty-million-dollar reward for any clue leading to the necklace's recovery. The necklace is currently located within the private estate of Vincent Moretti, a legendary retired thief, in Long Island.]

[System Prompt: Moretti's security system was designed by former Mossad agents and is impenetrable. Simultaneously, the 'Knights Templar' in Europe appears to have locked onto Moretti's location through some channel and is mobilizing personnel for action. The Host does not have much time left.]

Fifty million US dollars.

For the current Shen Yan, it wasn't a sum that would make his heart race.

But he was interested in the matter itself.

The legendary thief, 'The Ghost.'

The impenetrable estate.

And that mysterious-sounding 'Knights Templar.'

This journey didn't seem like it would be so boring.

The plane landed smoothly at a private airport in the suburbs of New Port City.

There were no tedious entry procedures.

A black armored Cadillac was already waiting on the tarmac.

The driver was Chen Guangke.

He had arrived a day before Shen Yan and had already made all the preliminary arrangements.

"Yan Zi, everything is arranged."

Chen Guangke handed over a tablet.

"This is the data Ning Ke managed to transmit via the 'Night Owl' network, everything that could be investigated about Vincent Moretti."

Shen Yan took the tablet and quickly scanned through it.

Moretti, seventy-two years old, of Italian descent, one of the most famous art thieves of the last century, never apprehended.

He retired twenty years ago, bought an estate in Long Island, and lived in seclusion.

On the tablet were the estate's satellite map, architectural blueprints, and even the layout of the internal security system.

Infrared sensors, pressure sensors, microwave detectors, three layers of independent power supply systems...

The dense annotations made one's scalp tingle.

"Ning Ke said he spent three million US dollars on these blueprints."

Chen Guangke said gravely.

"The informant who sold him the intelligence was found in the Harlem River the very next day."

"It seems this 'Ghost' is still sharp."

Shen Yan's finger slid lightly across the screen, finally stopping on the diagram of an inconspicuous ventilation duct outlet.

"Every system has a loophole."

He said lightly.

"Notify Evelyn. Tell her to take her students to the company first, settle in, and familiarize themselves with the environment."

"You and I will go meet this senior."

The night was pitch black.

The Long Island estate was brightly lit, resembling a castle isolated from the world.

On the periphery, at least twelve armed security personnel were patrolling continuously.

And in the monitoring room, a burly man with a brutish face was staring intently at dozens of split-screen monitors.

He would never have imagined that just three hundred meters beneath his feet, in the underground sewage pipes.

Two black figures were moving swiftly.

"Yan Zi, the weak point marked on the blueprint is ahead."

Chen Guangke whispered through the throat-vibration walkie-talkie.

"It's the kitchen's cold storage above us. No one is around at this time."

"Move."

Shen Yan's reply was just one word.

Chen Guangke took out a specialized hydraulic cutter from his back and silently cut through a rusted layer of reinforced concrete above the pipe.

Ten minutes later.

An opening just large enough for one person appeared overhead.

The two of them slipped silently into the estate like wildcats.

Following the blueprints, they bypassed one hidden camera and sensor after another, heading straight for the basement of the main manor.

That was Moretti's private collection vault.