It's in the chemical plant where the Special Intelligence Agency is located.

It's already seven o'clock in the evening, and the middle-shift workers are working one after another. The machine is working at full speed, and the pungent sour smell comes out of the workshop.

In one of the interrogation rooms below the small building, Director Zhang Hua is still guarding Su Rui.

As for Wang Anjia, she was sitting in her office, eating a box lunch and looking at the scene on the screen. The gloom in her eyes never disappeared.

"I said you can't sleep today anyway." Zhang Hua knocked hard on the iron table in front of...