77: Chapter 77 Since the soft approach doesn't work, let's try the hard approach.

At two in the morning, the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs building was plunged into dead silence.

Only the emergency exit signs at the end of the corridor emitted a faint green glow.

Su Meimei sat at her workstation, staring at the time in the bottom right corner of the screen.

The crazy director who had injected her with chemical castration agents had finally gone off on patrol.

This was her last chance.

If soft tactics didn't work, then she would use hard ones.

The conquest mission had already been declared a failure. If she kept dragging it out, not only would she be driven mad by the pervert Gu Changan, but the Main God's execution order could also descend at any moment.

Her current Plan B was simple: steal the nation's highest secrets, trade them for a massive amount of points, and then escape back to the Main God Space.

Su Meimei took a deep breath and pried a black chip the size of a fingernail from the heel of her high-heeled shoe.

This was a "Universal Decryptor" produced by the Main God, claimed to be capable of breaching the firewalls of any plane.

She looked around; the red lights of the surveillance cameras were like eyes in the darkness.

Su Meimei sneered and flicked her finger, sending out an invisible ripple.

The indicator lights of the surveillance cameras instantly went out, becoming blind eyes.

Done.

Carrying her high heels, she stepped barefoot onto the carpet, moving silently like an agile cat until she reached the door of the director's office.

The access control System was flashing red.

Su Meimei pressed the black chip against the sensor area.

"Beep."

In less than a second, the green light turned on, and the electronic lock emitted a faint mechanical click.

Too easy.

Was this the so-called national-level security? In front of the Main God's technology, it was just like a castle built of building blocks.

Su Meimei pushed the door open and closed it behind her in one fluid motion.

The office was filled with that familiar smell of disinfectant, mixed with a trace of the cold, crisp scent unique to Gu Changan, which made her shiver subconsciously.

She shook her head to drive that disgusting man out of her mind.

She walked quickly to the desk and pressed the power button on the computer tower.

The screen lit up, prompting for a password.

Su Meimei inserted the black device, which looked like a USB drive, into the USB port.

Countless lines of green code instantly popped up on the screen, scrolling frantically.

[System prompt: Accessing local area network... Firewall strength detection: Low level. Brute-forcing... Cracking successful. Time elapsed: 0.3 seconds.]

A look of contempt curled the corners of Su Meimei's mouth.

It was a Mortal System after all.

Even if you were a so-called national special department, you were still using this kind of backward binary code.

She opened the red folder named "Top Secret Files."

The filenames inside made her breathing quicken and her pupils constrict with excitement.

"Full Map of Yanjing Leyline Defense Formation"

"Report on Combat Power Assessment of Hidden Sects Nationwide"

"Deployment Coordinates of Unconventional Nuclear Weapons (Top Secret)"

"Counter-Plan Against Main God Space Invasion (Draft)"

These were all S-rank intelligence!

As long as she brought these things back, let alone the punishment for the failed mission, she could even directly redeem a bloodline advancement potion and promote to a Succubus Queen!

"Copy."

"Paste."

The progress bar advanced rapidly.

Fifty percent... eighty percent... one hundred percent.

[Data transfer complete.]

Su Meimei pulled out the USB drive and gripped it tightly in her palm, feeling its cold touch, while her heart burned with heat.

That insensitive, straight-man director was probably still patrolling downstairs like a security guard, right?

By the time he discovered the computer had been tampered with, she would already be sitting in a big villa in the Main God Space, drinking red wine.

"Bye-bye to you, Director Gu."

Su Meimei blew a kiss to the leather swivel chair and turned to walk toward the door.

She reached out and grasped the doorknob, pressing down gently.

It didn't budge.

Su Meimei frowned slightly and increased her force.

Still nothing.

What was going on?

She clearly hadn't locked the door when she came in.

Could the electronic lock have locked automatically?

She pressed the black chip against the access control sensor again.

This time, the green light that should have turned on showed no reaction, and there wasn't even a "beep."

The entire access control panel was as silent as if it had completely lost power.

A chill crawled up her spine to her scalp.

Something was wrong.

Su Meimei stepped back half a step, raised her foot, channeled the power enhanced by her succubus bloodline, and kicked hard at the door.

"Bang!"

This kick would have been enough to shatter tempered glass, but kicking the solid wood door felt like kicking a massive mountain.

The huge recoil made her ankle ache, and she was sent flying back two meters, falling onto the carpet in a sorry state.

The door didn't even have a single crack; instead, a layer of pale blue energy ripples appeared on its surface.

Was that... a Formation?

"Click."

A crisp switch sound rang out.

The dazzling incandescent lights instantly illuminated the entire office.

Su Meimei subconsciously raised her hand to cover her eyes.

After adjusting to the light, she discovered with horror that the leather swivel chair, which had been empty earlier, had turned around at some point.

Gu Changan was sitting right there.

In his hand, he held that chipped enamel mug printed with "Serve the People," and he was looking down, blowing at the tea leaves floating on the rim of the cup.

The water in the cup was even still steaming.

"Secretary Su, not off work yet so late?"

Gu Changan looked up. In those indifferent eyes, there was no sleepiness from just waking up; they were terrifyingly clear.

"Working overtime to copy data—this diligence is truly moving."

Su Meimei's heart skipped a beat.

He had been here the whole time?

Impossible!

There was no one there when she entered!

And that Universal Decryptor clearly showed no biological sign detection!

"Di... Director..."

Su Meimei was a veteran Reincarnator, after all, with extremely strong psychological fortitude.

She quickly slid the USB drive into her underwear through her sleeve, squeezed out a stiff smile, climbed up from the floor, and patted her skirt.

"I... I saw that you hadn't returned yet, and I was a bit worried, so I came back to get something."

She pointed to the corner of the desk.

"My lipstick fell on your desk. It's a limited edition, quite expensive."

Gu Changan didn't speak, just watched her performance quietly.

That gaze was like looking at a mouse spreading cheese on a mousetrap.

He put down his teacup, took a remote control from the drawer, and pressed it toward the hundred-inch screen on the wall.

The screen lit up.

The picture clarity was as high as 8K.

In the video, Su Meimei sneaked in, skillfully cracked the computer, excitedly copied the files, and finally blew a kiss to the empty air.

Even the look of contemptuous sneer on her face was captured clearly, and one could even see a bit of lipstick stain on her teeth.

Dead silence.

The smile on Su Meimei's face froze and began to crack bit by bit.

"Does a limited edition lipstick look like a black USB drive?"

Gu Changan pointed at the action on the screen where she stuffed the USB drive into her underwear, his tone flat.

"And Secretary Su, if I'm not mistaken, when you were copying the files just now, the upward angle of your mouth was 15 degrees."

"Psychology says this usually represents the pleasure of successful theft, not the joy of finding lost property."

Gu Changan stood up, straightened his unwrinkled uniform collar, and walked step by step toward the door.

The sound of his leather shoes on the carpet was dull and oppressive.

With every step he took, Su Meimei felt the pressure on her chest grow heavier.

"I..."

Su Meimei backed up until her back was against the locked door, cold sweat soaking her back.