Wang Luoran sat before her computer, fully immersed in her work. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, eyes glued to the screen, tracking every flickering code and shifting character. The air around her seemed to solidify with her concentration, broken only by the low hum of the computer fans.
After a tense and meticulous decryption, her expression turned grave. Looking at the communication logs on the monitor, a sense of urgency surged within her. "Captain Liang, it’s bad! The logs show the freighter is docking in two hours." She spoke urgently into her comms, her voice laced with anxiety, as if the freighter’s arrival in two hours would trigger a catastrophe.
Outside the warehouse, Liang Song stood beside a crane. The smoke of battle had yet to clear, and his tactical gear was coated in dust and blood. His tactical gloves, stuck to his hands by dried blood, made every movement feel stiff and searing. Hearing the report, his brow furrowed instantly. He knew the freighter likely carried even more dangerous supplies; if it were allowed to dock successfully, all their efforts would be in vain.
Chapter 390