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Anti-Fraud Center.

In the office, Zhou Tong's eyebrows lifted at the mention of "important clue", a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He immediately stopped his work and stood up quickly, walking swiftly to Shen Qianqian, urgency in his voice, "What clue is it?"

"Director Zhou, look here."

Shen Qianqian immediately pointed with her hand, her tone somewhat urgent, signaling Zhou Tong to look at the computer screen.

On the screen was a file task window, neatly arranged with rows of files.

Zhou Tong looked in the direction Shen Qianqian was pointing, his gaze froze, his brows furrowed tightly, his throat involuntarily swallowed, and even his breathing became hurried.

Because, in front of each file in the task window, there were four big characters.

——Old Street Factory District.

>Old Street Factory District: Detailed division of labor by department

>Old Street Factory District: Business operations

>Old Street Factory District: Internal architecture, terrain, facilities

>Old Street Factory District: (Cheating Sect Eight Generals) Personnel list

>Old Street Factory District: Fraud-related records (divided by region)

>Old Street Factory District: Industry chain - Money laundering (divided by gang)

>Old Street Factory District: Industry chain - Recruitment (divided by region)

>Old Street Factory District: Network servers

...

With the gentle scrolling of the mouse wheel in Shen Qianqian's hand, files concerning the 'Old Street Factory District' one by one appeared in front of Zhou Tong and Shen Qianqian.

A total of 67 files!

Hisss!

Zhou Tong couldn't help but take a deep breath, his brows locked together, his expression tense, disbelief evident in his eyes, and then, he reached out and pointed at one of the files, "Open the personnel list and take a look."

Shen Qianqian operated quickly, the mouse flicked across the screen, double-clicking the file 'Old Street Factory District: (Cheating Sect Eight Generals) Personnel list'.

Immediately!

The computer screen showed a list of subfiles:

>Old Bao.doc

>Mi.doc

>Liu Qing.doc

>Wei.doc

>Sister Mei.doc

...

"Old Bao."

Zhou Tong swallowed and immediately pointed to the 'Old Bao' file for Shen Qianqian to click, which she did.

At that moment, the relevant information about Old Bao appeared on the computer.

'Old Bao, Bao Zhiqiang, male, 47 years old, ID number *****, position as the head of Old Street Factory District,...'

Attached in the file was also a photo of Old Bao.

In the photo, Old Bao was wearing a black shirt, sitting in an office, the bald top of his head reflecting the overhead light, his skin yellowish, his face gaunt, his expression fierce.

The two then opened 'Mi.doc' to view Mi's related information.

"Mi, Mi Shaojian, male, 27 years old, ID number *****, assistant to the factory district head, Old Bao's aide,..."

From the photo, Mi had a thin face, darker skin, wore a patterned shirt, and was quite slender.

"Are these two the head and assistant of the Old Street Factory District?" Zhou Tong's brows were still furrowed, a glint of doubt in his eyes.

"I don't know either." Shen Qianqian shook her head.

Afterward!

Zhou Tong and Shen Qianqian, carrying their doubts, successively viewed the files 'Detailed division of labor', 'Business operations', 'Industry chain - Recruitment', among others, with surprise and confusion filling their hearts.

Due to the vast amount of information contained in the files, the two could not finish going through them all and verifying their authenticity in time.

"These files are extremely important, I'll report to Director Zhang immediately!"

Zhou Tong knew that he could not unravel the doubts in his mind for the time being, and considering the extreme importance of the files, they seemed like the 'Old Street Factory District's core internal files.

Therefore, he immediately reported to Zhang Biao.

Meanwhile, Shen Qianqian swiftly copied and backed up this mysterious yet critically important batch of files.

Inside the Anling Anti-Fraud Center, sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting crisscrossing bands of light and shadows on the floor. A breeze blew, brushing against Shen Qianqian's face.

Shen Qianqian smoothed a strand of hair on her forehead, and looking at the dense array of files on the computer screen, she found it inconceivable!

Where did they come from?

Are they real or fake?

Why were they sent to her?

Myriad doubts intertwined in her mind like tangled yarn, entangling, without clear resolution or order.

For some reason, a familiar figure surfaced in Shen Qianqian's mind.

Could it be him?

Shen Qianqian, looking at the files about the 'Old Street Factory District', murmured, "I wonder how that guy is doing. Anyway, let's start with investigating the Old Street Factory District first."

Not long after.

Zhang Biao, in a white shirt, strode decisively towards the Anti-Fraud Center, his expression urgent, "Where are the files?"

"Shen, quickly show Director Zhang the files." Zhou Tong immediately greeted him.

"Okay!"

Shen Qianqian immediately got to work, her hand on the mouse, presenting Zhang Biao with file after file regarding the 'Old Street Factory District'.

One by one, the secret information on the 'Old Street Factory District' appeared on the computer, catching Zhang Biao's eyes, causing his brows to furrow ever tighter.

He stood with his hands behind his back, leaned forward slightly, his gaze intently fixed on the computer screen. On his weathered square face was written a mix of confusion and astonishment, "Have these files been verified for authenticity?"

Zhou Tong immediately reported, "Director Zhang, I've already sent people to verify them urgently. The initial verification of several fraudsters from the factory district has matched all their details."

Zhang Biao nodded gravely.

These files encompassed everything regarding the 'Old Street Factory District', with so much data and varied information, they did not seem to be fabricated.

They were all records of crimes from the 'Old Street Factory District'!

But, another question arose.

"Who provided these files?" Zhang Biao looked at Zhou Tong and asked.