Little Lake was complaining, but his actions were not slow, and soon he had gathered some intelligence.
"The foodie's watch number was used yesterday; it made a call from another planet, so it's likely not on Star No. 4."
"The sheath's watch number was last used the day before Xiang Xue was abducted, likely for arranging related matters."
"At that time, his location was... huh, a fake address? But it doesn't matter; the real address should be near the Customs Enforcement Division."
"Customs Enforcement Division..." Qu Jianlei's mouth twitched; indeed, like a persistent ghost.
But on second thought, everyone knows that the more dangerous the place, the safer it is. Their choice seems right.
"Can you analyze the numbers they called?"
"They are all unregistered," Little Lake replied gloomily, "but wait... this one's interesting."
After four or five seconds, he spoke again, "An unregistered number frequently contacts a fixed military refueling station."
