Ah Si moved swiftly through the security wing, barking short, sharp orders into his headset. The tension in his voice was palpable.
"Target moving east along Highway 14. He's driving fast, seems panicked," one of his men reported.
"Block off the exits," Ah Si replied. "I want eyes on every camera within a ten-mile radius. Do not lose him. That's an order!"
The sound of hurried footsteps and distant static filled his earpiece as he watched the live feed blink across several monitors.
The mole's car—a dark sedan—drove sharply through traffic, weaving recklessly as if he already knew he was being hunted.
In the office, Yue Ning's fingers flew across the keyboard, her gaze glued to the cascading code on her screen.
'The file transfer is accelerating,' the system informed her. 'At this rate, it will finish in seven minutes.'
Her heart pounded. "Then we don't have seven minutes," she shot back mentally, her forehead covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
