Collision Between Supercomputers
The special operations team arrived at the San Francisco FBI branch. After reviewing all the operation records, Scarlett was extremely frustrated. If she had known, she would never have let the San Francisco branch make a move. She had been afraid of missing the opportunity, yet Jason had gotten away.
Now it seemed that ordinary people really could not catch him.
"I'm certain Jason isn't dead. He's skilled at disguising himself. Maybe he's hiding somewhere in San Francisco right now," Scarlett said, giving her assessment.
"What do we do now?" the operations team captain asked.
"We can only wait for another opportunity. I believe he'll show up eventually. Keep using the cameras for analysis. My Sixth Sense will find him again. We'll stay in San Francisco for now," Scarlett said helplessly.
No one noticed that a pair of jet-black little eyes was watching everyone in the conference room from the central air-conditioning vent.
After everyone dispersed, the little creature finally moved. It crawled out through the vent, quickly emerged from another passage, hopped through the grass several times with its tiny body, and left the San Francisco FBI branch grounds.
It was a North American Weasel, a distant relative of China's weasels. Its body was long and slender, weighing less than a pound. It was exceptionally nimble, with brown or yellow fur that turned pure white in winter, making it especially beautiful.
But do not let its adorable appearance fool you. This little creature was incredibly fierce. Earthworms, insects, birds, snakes, and mice were all on its menu. It could even catch rabbits ten times its size.
By the roadside, the rear window of a car rolled down. The weasel shot into the car through the window, then jumped into the passenger seat.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp!"
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