Among the endless stream of vehicles, Lin Haoqiu sat inside one of the black sedans.
Beside him was a staff member wearing glasses.
He was calmly reporting.
"The other side is really cunning, choosing the busiest station, making it difficult to locate. Once Miss Yue got in the car, her phone signal disappeared. It's suspected that the person may have damaged the phone."
"What about the information on the car?" Lin Haoqiu inquired.
"The vehicle is registered to a sixty-year-old lady, it's clearly not someone from the organization. It's suspected the car was bought from the black market, and it seems they have already swapped to another car."
Even Interpol had to admit.
"These are truly a group of trained and smart criminals. They must have received professional counter-surveillance training and are very familiar with police tactics. The car may even be equipped with a signal jammer."
Lin Haoqiu's face was slightly grave.
A voice suddenly came from the passenger seat.
