Chapter 173: Silverfish Identity Exposed

Nan Jiaojiao’s expression turned cold, as if it had frozen over.

“Master, turn around and head to Feisheng,” she said.

Her phone was linked to Lu Zhenzhen’s through the tracking app.

Even if the devices were off, she could still locate them accurately.

However, when Nan Jiaojiao pinpointed Lu Zhenzhen’s location, it shockingly appeared to be at the bottom of a river in nearby Jiangcheng City.

Without any delay, she logged onto the Killing Alliance’s internal network and issued a command.

Soon, White Fox responded to her.

“Grey Wolf has escaped jail.

We’ve been trying to capture him since this morning.

His team includes counter-surveillance personnel, and they’ve evaded capture at several locations.

Just two minutes ago, we found his new hideout.

I’ve set up an encirclement, but there are bombs around and hostages inside, so I didn’t dare to act recklessly.”

Even though his voice was disguised, White Wolf still sounded exhausted.

“Boss, did Grey Wolf threaten you?”

Nan Jiaojiao had just stepped out of the elevator.

She pursed her lips and did not speak.

Her hat brim covered half of her face, making her emotions unreadable.

She keyed in the password, swung the door open, and suddenly glanced over to the corner of the wall.

The surveillance was installed by Shen Shichu, who claimed it was for her safety, but in reality, it was to control her.

Nan Jiaojiao had already tampered with it, using footage from different times to cover her tracks.

Even if Shen Shichu fast-forwarded through the footage daily, he wouldn’t notice anything unusual.

But now, it was no longer necessary.

She took out a piece of hard candy, flicked it with her fingertip without looking, closed the door, and the sound of the camera shattering was also shut outside.

“He’s captured Silverfish.”

“What!”

White Wolf was agitated.

“He’s definitely targeting you!”

Silverfish was a top hacker, whose gender was unknown.

All that was known was that this person was brought out by Little Princess and wasn’t officially part of the Killing Alliance, thus an extra member.

It was an unspoken understanding in the underworld: finding Silverfish was equivalent to finding Little Princess.

Lu Zhenzhen’s identity was a secret even from Gao Zhe.

She constantly created fake IPs for Nan Jiaojiao, deceiving outsiders.

Whether they were looking for Little Princess or Xiao Nanshan, all were played by the wrong addresses set up by Lu Zhenzhen, and over time, she accrued a multitude of enemies.

However, her identity remained hidden, and Nan Jiaojiao protected her well; she had never been exposed.

The only possibility—

Nan Jiaojiao changed into more practical clothes, went downstairs, and as she exited the elevator, two men who had been trailing her for a while suddenly approached quickly.

“Don’t move.”

A handgun was pressed against Nan Jiaojiao’s lower back.

“Cover her mouth; don’t let her call for help.”

One man signaled his companion with his eyes, and the other immediately reached out with a chloroformed handkerchief.

Nan Jiaojiao tilted her head, grabbed the man’s wrist, and snapped it with a crack.

He didn’t dare to scream, silently nursing his wrist in pain as the handkerchief fell to the ground.

The man with the gun had a knife ready to act, but suddenly he heard a calm, chilly female voice.

“Where’s the car?”

The two men were momentarily stunned.

Just then, a van stopped in front of them.

Nan Jiaojiao boarded the van by herself.

Sitting in the back row like a boss, she crossed her legs, looked down, and rapidly clicked on her phone’s screen.

Her face, shaded by a cap, appeared cold and indifferent, yet wild and arrogant.

There were three other people in the van, and the two men outside also got into the van, looking at each other in bewildered confusion.

“So, Miss, we’re supposed to be kidnapping you, you know, kidnapping, get it?”

“Sit in front,” she ordered.

Nan Jiaojiao put her foot on the seat, keeping anyone from getting close, and furrowed her brow irritably, “Drive.”

What was this all about?

They glanced at the guns in their hands; weren’t these things a bit superfluous now?