26: Chapter 26 Martial Arts Grandmaster Wants to Behead? Dongfeng Express Asks for Your Address First

"Xiao Family Group?"

Chen Xiaobei muttered the name, adjusted his thick glasses, and a near-fanatical light flickered in his eyes.

He sat before the core console of the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs' Technical Division.

This was the true Domain of the gods.

In front of him were no longer six pieced-together second-hand monitors, but an entire wall of giant curved screens, with waterfall-like data streams scrolling across them.

The chair beneath him was ergonomic, and the Keyboard at his side was a military-grade custom make, with response speeds measured in microseconds.

More importantly, what he was connected to behind him was a national-level supercomputer cluster.

What kind of experience was that?

It was like giving a Ferrari driver a rocket engine with infinite fuel.

"Understood!"

Chen Xiaobei took a deep breath and inserted the USB drive into the host computer.

The timid, useless otaku who couldn't even afford rent seemed to have died last night.

The person he was now was a national agent with the codename "Keyboard".

His fingers landed on the Keyboard; it was no longer a test, but a sovereign arrival.

"Clack, clack, clack, clack!"

The crisp sound of typing rang out in the quiet Technical Division, as dense as a rainstorm.

The data streams on the screen suddenly accelerated, and countless seemingly unrelated company information, fund flows, and overseas accounts were forcibly dragged out and violently reorganized on the large screen.

"Team Leader, I found it."

In just one minute, Chen Xiaobei's voice rang out, carrying a hint of irrepressible excitement.

"This 'Xiao Family Group', on the surface, does legitimate import and export trade, but in the underlying data, I discovered a massive amount of money laundering records!"

He swiped his finger across the secondary screen.

A fund flow chart, so intricate it made one's scalp tingle, was instantly generated.

"Their paths are very covert; every time the funds pass through an account, they are split into hundreds of parts and then flow into different capital pools.

I did a preliminary trace; they used at least eighteen layers of jump servers, and each layer used a different encryption algorithm."

If this were in the past, just cracking these algorithms would have taken him days and nights.

But now, with the support of national computing power, these so-called firewalls were just like paper.

Gu Changan stood behind him, hands in his uniform pockets, watching the screen calmly.

"Can you lock onto the final destination?"

His voice was without ripples, as if all of this were within his expectations.

"Yes!"

Chen Xiaobei felt his blood burning.

"Give me three minutes!"

He put on a device on the table that resembled VR glasses; it was a neural data connector.

The next second, in Chen Xiaobei's eyes, the entire world turned into an ocean of code composed of 0s and 1s.

He became an Incarnation as a data phantom, speeding through the depths of the network, and those complex financial traps and data mazes could not hide from him at all.

"Broken through! Broken through!"

In less than two minutes, Chen Xiaobei abruptly ripped off the device and shouted excitedly.

"The funds were all finally funneled into one account, located at a private manor in the western suburbs of Yanjing! The owner of the manor is registered as Xiao Tianhao!"

On the screen, a satellite view of the manor popped up, along with an ID photo of the owner, Xiao Tianhao.

Gu Changan's pupils constricted slightly.

The Xiao Family.

The Divine Doctor Lin Chen, whom he had sent in to work the sewing machine, had the Xiao Family standing behind him.

The Soldier King Defendant Ye Tian, who was throwing his weight around in school, was also a chess piece arranged by the Xiao Family.

So, the clues connected here.

This was the real big financier hiding behind all the "Children of Destiny", the one truly providing support.

"There's more!"

Chen Xiaobei seemed to have gotten hooked on the investigation and couldn't stop at all; his fingers began to dance again.

"Their internal security network has a loophole! I sneaked in while I was at it!"

"Good heavens!"

Chen Xiaobei gasped, his voice changing pitch.

"Team Leader, look! These people are hoarding military arms in the basement! It's all American-style equipment, enough to arm an entire platoon!"

The screen switched, changing to some blurry basement surveillance footage.

In the footage, crates of military arms were stacked neatly, and several burly men in black suits were wiping down the automatic rifles in their hands.

Immediately after, Chen Xiaobei pulled up another audio clip.

It was an encrypted satellite phone call record, which was now forcibly decrypted.

A hoarse voice came from the speakers: "... It's been agreed upon with the people over there; as long as we take out Gu Changan tonight, the promised funding and technical support will all arrive within three days."

"Targeting you?"

Chen Xiaobei's face instantly turned deathly pale.

Although he had become a tool for the country, deep down he was still that timid otaku.

Hoarding military arms, colluding with foreign forces, and trying to assassinate a national public official?

This... this is fucking treason!

Before Gu Changan could speak, another surveillance video played automatically.

It seemed to be an antique-style study deep within the manor.

An old man with white hair but a vigorous spirit, wearing a Tang suit, was roaring at the person on the other end of the phone.

His voice was full of vigor; even through the recording, it carried a terrifying pressure.

"A mere brat from the Gu Family dares to touch my Xiao Family's people? Do you really think my Xiao Family is made of mud? This is going too far!"

"Bang!"

The old man slapped the yellow rosewood table in front of him with one palm.

That table, worth a million, shattered in response, turning into a pile of wood shavings on the floor.

"Pass on my Martial Order! Summon all the inner-gate retainers! At the Hour of the Rat tonight, I will personally take action to claim his dog life!"

The video cut off abruptly there.

There was a deathly silence in the Technical Division.

Chen Xiaobei swallowed, his body unable to stop trembling.

He turned his head tremblingly and looked at Gu Changan.

"Tea... Team Leader... this... this old man seems to be able to fly... was that just now a special effect?"

"Should we... call the police?"

Gu Changan looked at the frozen, arrogant face on the screen, his face showing no emotion.

He just slowly raised his hand to adjust the collar of his spotless uniform.

Then, he smiled.

In that smile, there was no anger, only a coldness like looking at a dead person and... a hint of relief.

"Call the police?"

He turned around and patted Chen Xiaobei's stiff shoulder.

"We are the police."

"They want to play a decapitation strike? Perfect, it saves me the trouble of going door-to-door to look for evidence."

Gu Changan's tone was as simple as if he were talking about what to eat for dinner tonight.

He turned and walked toward the door of the Technical Division, his silhouette stretched long under the lights.

"Continue monitoring; back up all their call records, fund flows, and military arms footage, and set the encryption level to the highest."

"Notify the Action Team, A-Rank combat readiness."

"Tonight, we are closing the net."