Chapter 264: No. 27 Zhakou Road

When the iron gate at No. 27 Zhakou Road was hit by the hydraulic door-breaking tool in the hands of the criminal police, a strong fishy smell of the sea rushed toward them!

Luo Fei was so nauseated that his stomach churned, and he almost vomited!

He saw that the wharf thirty meters away was brightly lit, and several container trucks were loading goods. The crowd wearing orange work clothes saw the police breaking in and suddenly threw down the wooden boxes and fled in all directions!

"Control all exits!" Luo Fei pressed the intercom, and the team members entered quickly in tactical formation.

Xia Xue followed the technical department across the messy ground, the high-intensity flashlight in her hand illuminating a pile of pink wigs in the corner of the warehouse—exactly the same as the ones worn by the victim girls in the live broadcast video.

"Luo Team!" The trace examiner suddenly waved in front of the No. 2 freezer, "There's an interlayer here!"

Hearing this, Luo Fei rushed over and saw an electronic lock hidden behind a row of steel shelves. Xia Xue took out the metal badge found on Mao Wei. The moment the "17" badge was embedded in the card slot, the wall flipped over with a boom, revealing a secret room of about twenty square meters hidden inside.

He saw that in the secret room, seven computer screens were still running, and hundreds of surveillance screens were switching, three of which showed hotel rooms in Southeast Asian style.

"Luo Team, this is real-time monitoring." Technical Section Chief Old Wang typed on the keyboard quickly. After a while, the backend was called up, and red dots flashing on a map covered the entire Pacific coast, "They have transit stations in the Philippines and Cambodia!" Old Wang looked at Luo Fei in surprise.

Xia Xue leaned closer to watch the surveillance playback and suddenly pressed the space bar. The screen froze in a cargo ship cabin, where six iron cages contained unconscious girls, and the background sound had a vague Cantonese dialogue: "... Arrive in Da Nang tomorrow morning... Pay after inspection..."

"Container number CTNU," she quickly recorded the spray code on the side of the container, "This is a COSCO Shipping container, it just left the port last night." Xia Xue said quickly, and when she turned around, she accidentally bumped into the hanging bulletin board, and dozens of shipping documents drifted down! The top one, printed with a "Frozen Grouper" customs declaration, was clearly stamped with the "Jinhai Food" seal!

At this moment, a harsh screech of brakes suddenly came from outside the warehouse.

Through the air window, Xia Xue saw abnormal car light signals on the wharf—three long and two short. The truck driver who was being escorted suddenly broke free, took out a remote control from his back waist, and pressed it.

"There's a bomb!" The moment she roared into the intercom, sparks burst from the chassis of the cold chain truck.

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The shockwave shattered all the glass in the warehouse, and Xia Xue was flipped over onto boxes of live broadcast equipment. In the tinnitus, she saw Luo Fei making gestures in the thick smoke: six minutes left.

"Refrigerant leak!" Someone shouted at the freezing truck that was spraying white mist. Liquid nitrogen at minus thirty degrees mixed with gasoline and spread on the ground, and the computer host held by the technician sparked.

Xia Xue tore off her gas mask and rushed into the smoke, her flashlight sweeping across the ground full of cargo documents. She braked in front of the overturned file cabinet—what was frozen to the ground by liquid nitrogen was the ship's log of that cargo ship, and the latest record showed that it would dock at Kaohsiung Port in fourteen hours.

"Old Wang!" She threw the log wrapped in a waterproof bag to the Technical Section Chief, "Hurry up and crack the mark on page 17!"

The liquid nitrogen had already reached her ankles, and the low temperature made the soles of her sneakers crack. Xia Xue groped to the cab of the cold chain truck and found that the GPS had been modified, and there were seven overseas coordinates in the navigation record. When she pulled out the memory card from the center console, she heard a faint tapping sound from the trunk.

"Back off!" The SWAT team that arrived split the padlock with a breaking axe. The moment the cold air dissipated, twelve girls were curled up in a special interlayer, wearing metal rings with rose patterns on their wrists. A girl wearing glasses weakly held up her phone, and the red numbers on the screen were counting down: 03:17.

"It's a self-destruct sequence!" Old Wang's voice came from the intercom, "Once the tracking chips in their bodies leave the signal shielding area, they will..."

Xia Xue had already pulled open the girl's collar and found a micro-protrusion below the collarbone. She pulled a magnetic shielding bag from the first aid kit to wrap the chip, and the countdown stopped at 00:29. The girl wearing glasses suddenly grabbed her wrist and scratched three letters on her palm with her fingernails: SGP.

"It's the container code for Singapore," Xia Xue turned her head sharply, "Luo Team! Have customs intercept all SGP-marked..."

The explosion interrupted her words again, and a water column shot into the sky from the wharf water. Two speedboats rushed toward the high seas like arrows, and the blood-red roses sprayed on the hulls were clearly visible under the searchlights.

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At two o'clock in the morning, the evidence room of the Qinghe Branch Bureau was as bright as day. Xia Xue, with a bandage on the wound on her collarbone, watched the technical department project the evidence onto a 3D sand table. The restored ship's log floated in the air, and seventeen red-starred positions connected into a route spanning six countries.

"This is the usual route for organ trafficking." Luo Fei circled a certain place in the Strait of Malacca with a laser pointer, "But their docking time in Kaohsiung is only two hours, enough to..."

"Enough to change the container number." Xia Xue called up the customs database and pointed to the dynamic ship map on the screen, "The 'Evergreen 777' now shows a cargo volume twenty tons less than when it left the port."

The door of the technical room was suddenly pushed open, and the rescued girl wearing glasses stood at the door wrapped in a blanket. In the palm of her hand, which she spread out, was a formula written on her skin with lipstick: CTNU=13°17'0"N144°47'0"E.

"This is the real coordinates of that cargo ship!" The operator of the Geographic Information Section jumped up, "13 degrees 17 minutes north latitude, 144 degrees 47 minutes east longitude—near the US military base in Guam!"

Xia Xue picked up the satellite phone and put it down again, turning to look at Luo Fei. The electronic clock on the wall showed 3:17 AM, and the horizon outside the porthole began to turn white.

"Interpol just sent news," Luo Fei pushed the encrypted tablet over, "In the container intercepted by the Philippine police in Subic Bay, they found this."

The moment the photo loaded, Xia Xue felt the wound start to ooze blood again. Fifty culture chambers labeled "Rose Princess" were soaked in nutrient solution, each connected to an electroencephalogram monitor, and the screen hanging above the console was playing real-time footage of them in the Zhakou Road warehouse... ===== CHAPTER 265 =====