In short, every piece of software and every program on the computer where Bales had ever typed Wang Yi's name vanished without a trace in a matter of moments.
Five minutes later, the laid-back young man slumped in his chair, just like Chuck had the night before.
Chuck cautiously asked from beside him, "So, how did it go?"
"We ran into an expert."
The laid-back young man answered weakly.
Chuck couldn't help feeling a jolt of alarm. In his eyes, these two young men were the best in the country at this sort of thing.
If even the two of them couldn't handle it, then no one else could, either.
Hearing this, Bales shoved the young man aside and lunged toward the computer desk. He began frantically checking the hard drives where he had stored information about Wang Yi, but couldn't find a single trace of it.
Even the search history for Wang Yi had vanished from the search bar in his search engine.
It was as if antivirus software had wiped all the information about Wang Yi from his computer, leaving nothing behind.
The more Bales looked, the colder he felt.
That was the fruit of three years of hard work.
For three years, he had worked day and night. Countless times, he had stayed up all night analyzing information about Wang Yi.
Countless times, he had barely eaten all day because he was busy watching footage of Wang Yi.
Countless times, he had brewed coffee cup after cup to keep himself awake while gathering information about Wang Yi.
You could say that this information was his lifeblood.
Yet after searching for a full five minutes, he still couldn't find any information about Wang Yi. His heart sank to the bottom.
When his search turned up nothing, he suddenly