"Low-temperature fluorescent agent," Su Yuqing said, her eyes narrowing. "They’ve marked the genuine items."
Mu Feng stood in the control room of an abandoned crane at the dock, his high-powered binoculars trained on the white yacht bobbing on the sea. On Qin Yue’s laptop, signal waveforms flickered. "The tracker shows them in the lower cabin, but there’s an abnormal thermal reading."
"A false bulkhead!" Mu Feng suddenly adjusted his lens. The yacht’s waterline was twenty centimeters deeper than it should have been; it had clearly been modified. He dialed an encrypted number. "Old Zhou, how long until we get coast guard support?"
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