Daily Intelligence: Forced to Save the Beautiful President at the Beginning

220: Chapter 221 The Remnant of Destiny is Executed, Feelings Gradually Become Clear, and Initial Intentions are RevealedThe study at Song Family Manor had been temporarily converted into a command center. A Jiangcheng map was spread across the large mahogany table, and the police’s movement trajectories pulsed in real-time on the electronic screens.

Zhang Fan sat in the main seat, his fingers sliding across the touchpad to pull up a 3D model of the Hongxing Machinery Factory in the western suburbs. This had been quickly generated by Liu Ruyan using drone aerial data, with the warehouse structure, ventilation ducts, and guard positions clearly marked.

Gu Jingshen sat beside him, his suit sleeves rolled up, speaking in a low voice into an encrypted phone: ”Qin Xue has confirmed that the special operations team has reached the factory perimeter and will launch the raid in three minutes. Tell the technical team to synchronize the real-time footage; don’t let any mistakes happen.”

On the other side of the screen, Zhou Yurou, Song Zhiwei, Lin Wanyi, and Liu Ruyan sat around a secondary table. Having just escaped the kidnapping crisis, the group still looked weary, but their eyes were fixed on the real-time surveillance in the corner of the screen—the footage transmitted by the micro-camera Qin Xue had planted in Zhou Yurou’s accessory beforehand, now clearly showing the kidnappers pacing anxiously inside the warehouse.

”The kidnappers’ signal jamming range is limited; I’ve already locked onto their emergency communication channel using a satellite link.” Liu Ruyan pushed up her glasses, her fingertips tapping on the keyboard, and a string of encrypted code popped up on the screen. ”They were just in contact with ’The Bishop,’ saying Zhang Fan didn’t respond and they wanted to eliminate the hostages to force a deal, but ’The Bishop’ told them to wait another ten minutes; it seems they are waiting for someone.”

Song Zhiwei brought a glass of warm water and handed it to Zhou Yurou, her voice tinged with lingering fear but remaining firm: ”’The Bishop’ is stalling for time; he must want to take the technology and run immediately. I’ve already had our family security contact customs and the airport; all outbound flights and ports are under strict surveillance. He won’t be able to escape.”

Lin Wanyi leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temples. As a superstar, she had just canceled two international press conferences to rush here, yet she showed no star airs at this moment, pointing at the kidnappers on the screen: ”I recognize these mercenaries; they are from the Southeast Asia ’Black Scorpion’ organization, driven only by profit. I heard them arguing on the monitor just now, saying ’The Bishop’ only paid half the deposit; infighting is inevitable now.”

Zhang Fan suddenly raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. On the screen, Qin Xue’s voice came through the encrypted channel, accompanied by the sound of wind from the scene: ”President Zhang, President Gu, the special operations team is in position. There’s internal conflict among the kidnappers; two guards are arguing about whether to surrender. This is the best time to strike.”

”Move.” Zhang Fan’s voice was calm, without a ripple. He tapped the warehouse door position on the 3D model: ”Have the team breach from the front door, and send two people to flank via the ventilation ducts. Make sure to leave some alive; I need to know ’The Bishop’s’ exact location.”

Gu Jingshen immediately repeated the order, and red arrows lit up instantly on the movement trajectory map on the screen. Everyone’s eyes were focused on the real-time footage—the warehouse door was blown open in an instant, the deafening sound coming through the camera. The special operations team, clad in bulletproof vests, filed in. The beams of their high-intensity flashlights swept across the corners, and the kidnappers were pinned to the ground before they could even react. The whole process took less than thirty seconds.