Invasion Game

Although Team Leader Chen was brimming with confidence, Mo Qiong believed he would do his best.

But he did not believe that anything in this world could be one hundred percent certain. If there was such a thing, it had to be his arrows.

At exactly eight o'clock tonight, the police across the country would launch a coordinated operation.

There were still five hours until eight.

Those five hours were enough for Mo Qiong to render the key figures on that wall completely powerless, so that they could not escape even if they tried.

As Mo Qiong chased after him into the command room, he appeared to be asking Team Leader Chen a series of pointed questions, but in truth, he already knew the answers without asking.

His main purpose was to find out which human traffickers' ringleaders had to be arrested in this operation.

Obviously, there were relevant photos and information on all these key figures in the command room. The photos, in particular, were pasted directly onto the wall.

Mo Qiong did not try to memorize them by force. Human memory was limited, and Mo Qiong's memory had never been trained. It was impossible for him to memorize the faces of those fifteen people in such a short time. Even if he did, they would soon become blurred.

What he had to do was make absolutely sure he did not shoot the wrong person!

He briefly observed the command room, simply to find out where he could see those photos.

"The photos are on the wall near the corner. There happens to be a computer camera diagonally across from them that can see them."

Although the computers in the command room definitely contained relevant video files, even if Mo Qiong hacked into them, his method of intrusion would be unconventional and might affect the police's computer operations.

Mo Qiong did not want to cause the police any interference, nor did he want his intrusion to be discovered, so he would not directly rummage through the files on their computers.

He only needed to borrow the camera attached to one of the computers on the desk to photograph the pictures on the wall.

To that end, after determining which computer's camera could see the photos, he immediately memorized what was displayed on that computer's screen.

The operation was still being arranged. That computer was displaying the desktop, with an internal Special Investigation Team communications program open and transmitting data to team members in other regions.

The data was slowly being transferred. The police were busy with other matters, and for the time being, no one operated the computer that was silently transmitting data.

"Move quickly!"

Sitting in a chair, Mo Qiong rapidly used his phone to download the mobile game My World.

The bureau's Wi-Fi was very fast. Mo Qiong quickly logged into the game and started a Creative Mode game.

Although he had not played the game much, he had watched others play the PC version. It offered extremely high freedom and was easy to pick up.

In Creative Mode, the protagonist Steve could place whatever he wanted directly. Mo Qiong quickly used pistons and pressure plates to build a device that could launch himself.

"I'll test it with this computer first."

Mo Qiong looked at the desktop of the computer in the lounge. It was currently on, intended for the few of them to pass the time, but Qin Zheng and the others had not used it.

The next second, the vast green grassland disappeared from his phone, and the background flickered and changed into the desktop of that computer.

It was a very strange feeling. Through his phone, Mo Qiong watched Steve stand on the "time and date" display in the lower-right corner.

Stranger still, Steve could jump down from it and stand in front of the "time and date," or jump behind it.

On that computer, when Steve jumped to the front, he appeared on the screen.

Mo Qiong could directly see Steve in the lower-right corner of the desktop, covering the "time and date," "volume," and other display items.

But when Steve jumped to the back, the obscured items became visible again, while Steve's lower body was hidden, leaving only a square head visible.

"If I control him to stand behind a sufficiently large program, Steve won't be visible on the desktop, because the program will cover him."

"But on the phone, it's still a 3D image... I can stand on top of or beside the icons and push them around, like pushing minecarts, but I'll never be able to see how thick these programs are..."

Although it looked like a 3D world on the phone, everything inside it was actually 2D. The programs and other objects on the desktop had no thickness.

When Steve stood behind a program, he could still see the front of the program, but it was reversed.

In other words, from the phone, he could only see the fronts of those programs and their mirror images.

It was as if Mo Qiong were playing a game called Steve's Journey Across a Two-Dimensional Desktop.

"What a marvelous feeling. My world is 3D, so when Steve, as a 3D character, enters a 2D virtual world, the game on my phone doesn't turn into a side-scrolling platformer. Instead, it feels like I'm playing a game where a 3D character crosses into a 2D world."

After confirming this, Mo Qiong quickly exited the game on his phone and saw Steve disappear from the desktop.

Not long afterward.

A Pixel Person suddenly appeared on one of the computers in the command room. It was Steve.

Steve marched forward on his short legs toward the Special Investigation Team communications program that was transmitting data.

His entire body seemed to burrow behind the program. Or rather, the program's field of view covered the little man.

A short while later, Steve burrowed back out from the program's upper-left corner.

He flew toward the rows of icons on the left side of the desktop. One of them was a photography program.

The computers in the bureau basically all had this program. Once opened, it could use the camera to take photos directly.

Steve did not click the icon. Instead, he stood to one side and kept pushing against it, slowly moving it toward the communications program.

After a few seconds, he seemed to feel that moving it this way was too slow. Suddenly, a diamond pickaxe appeared in his hand...

Steve silently swung the diamond pickaxe, furiously mining at the icon.

In the blink of an eye, the icon shrank with a pop on the desktop, then was sucked into Steve's body.

Having obtained the icon, Steve flew straight toward the program and burrowed behind it again to hide.

Immediately afterward, another program opened on the desktop.

However, this program was covered behind the communications program, and the only indication that it had opened was the floating icon at the very bottom.

If someone pressed Alt and Tab at this point, they could bring out the hidden photography interface.

A while later, the program was closed, and Steve ran out again.

He came to the photography program's original position and placed it back there.

It seemed to be slightly crooked, so he quickly knocked it away and placed it again. Then his whole body paused for a moment before disappearing.

When Mo Qiong opened the photography program, he first confirmed that no one was standing directly in front of the computer.

Through the camera, he saw the photos on the wall. After taking several screenshots on his phone, he quickly closed it.

Even if someone happened to see the icon being put back, it would not matter.

After all, a Pixel Person running around on a computer desktop and even damaging desktop icons was nothing unusual. A simple virus program could do that. At most, the computer would be sent away for cleaning and antivirus treatment.

Mo Qiong looked through the screenshots on his phone. The photos were fairly clear.

He was not shooting the photos themselves, after all, so he only needed to know what the person looked like.

Hair and clothing were certainly useless as references. They would definitely be different from those in the photos by now. When designating the landing point, he only needed to blur those details and use the person's appearance as the reference. The arrow would head toward the target closest to what he envisioned.

Now that he had a target, the next thing he needed was an arrow.

Mo Qiong suddenly stood up and said, "Uncle Qin, I'm going to buy something to eat. What would you like?"

Qin Zheng said, "We'll just eat something simple. Ordering takeout is fine."

"I'll go buy it. There are plenty of good things right outside."

"Then I'll go with you!" Qin Ya stood beside Mo Qiong with her bag.

"No need. I can go myself."

"How could I let that happen? You're our family's benefactor. How could I let you run an errand alone?" Qin Ya insisted with a smile.

"Then you two youngsters can go buy whatever you want. Just bring some porridge back for me and your Second Uncle," Qin Zheng said with a laugh.

Mo Qiong nodded and walked out side by side with Qin Ya.

Although they had been told to remain at the bureau, it was not compulsory. If they stayed out too long, the Special Investigation Team would come ask about it, worried that they might go looking for the children ahead of time.

But if they only walked around outside and returned quickly, the police would not interfere much.

The two of them found a porridge shop, ordered some food, and Qin Ya insisted on paying the bill.

Mo Qiong did not stand on ceremony with her. "I'm going to the supermarket across the street to buy something. Wait here. I'll be right back."

"Are you going to buy dried fish?" Qin Ya asked with a smile.

Mo Qiong froze, not understanding what she meant.

He said, "Do you want anything? I'll pick it up for you."

"I'll get some dried fish too, then, but I can't eat spicy food," Qin Ya said with a smile.

"Okay..." Only then did Mo Qiong realize why Qin Ya had said that.

He had once told Qin Ya that fish was his favorite food, so she had probably thought he wanted to buy some dried fish to add to his porridge.

She really thought he could not go a meal without fish...

This might have been a difference in perception caused by their living environments. Mo Qiong had never been a picky eater. He did not have any food he particularly loved. Or rather, if something tasted good, he liked it; if it did not, he would still eat it.

But perhaps in Qin Ya's mind, the food one loved most was something one would always want to eat.

Still, Mo Qiong had eaten with her twice, and neither time had he seen her order any particularly special food. It seemed that... both times, it had happened to be fish?

"But this reminds me. If I go straight to buy needles and Qin Ya sees me, she'll definitely find it strange."

"But if I buy fish, Qin Ya definitely won't ask questions. She'll even eat it with me."

Mo Qiong left the porridge shop, first buying some snacks at the supermarket, then going straight to the restaurant next door to pack a steamed fish.

When he returned, Qin Ya merely gave him a knowing smile.

After bringing the food back to the bureau, everyone quickly finished eating.

After tidying up, Mo Qiong smiled and went to throw out the trash.

In the restroom, he took a tissue packet from his pocket. Inside were dozens of fish bones, which he had picked out with chopsticks.

He now selected sixteen of the harder fish bones and washed them repeatedly. Then, using the smallest fish bone, he ground scratches into their front halves.

There were no two fish bones in the world that were exactly alike, especially since Mo Qiong had deliberately given them distinctive details.

The fish bones he selected averaged three centimeters in length and were fairly sharp. If thrown with enough force, they could pierce the skin and lodge in muscle.

That was only by hand. If he relied on the force of his breath and made one strike the target at a speed of one hundred kilometers per hour,

then, so long as it was not stopped by bone, it could sink most of the way into the human body.

For example, it could pierce a vein.