Young Inspector

The Naming of the Night

Those who can gather in this house must have a place in the Federation's entertainment industry.

Therefore, Song Niaoniao wasn't the only fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered; the kidnappers had their eyes on everyone here.

However, these people probably didn't expect that the criminals not only wanted to extort and kidnap them, but also wanted to sell them as commodities to make another profit.

While the Outer World has the dark web for trading women, the Inner World is even darker, with a long history of slave trading in the black market, which has even formed a new industry chain.

These slaves with "status" have consistently commanded high prices on the black market.

Among the people present, not one was ugly or deformed; they were all very valuable on the black market.

At the same time, customers must pay a huge deposit when purchasing a slave. Once they buy a slave, they must guarantee that the slave will not escape. If the slave escapes, the deposit will be forfeited...

Logically, the customers are all powerful and influential people, so there's no reason for them to abide by the black market's agreements, but this rule has been stuck in place ever since.

This was because the gray market supply chain promised that while they would confiscate the deposit, they would also be responsible for killing any escaped slaves.

However, such opportunities to kidnap A-list celebrities are extremely rare. Firstly, A-list celebrities usually live in the Upper Third District, which are strictly managed. No black market person would dare to cause trouble there for no reason. Even paparazzi who want to enter the Upper Third District to take photos need to bribe PCE Security Committee to get in. Before entering, they must undergo a body search and inspection to make sure they have no criminal record.

Secondly, generally no powerful or wealthy person is willing to pay the exorbitant price of a top-tier celebrity, which is a price that could make dozens of people financially independent at the same time.

Finally, if the matter is exposed, the consequences will be very serious.

More than 20 years ago, someone kidnapped a top-tier celebrity, which resulted in riots and protests throughout the entire federal government, causing major headaches for the corporation.

Ultimately, the powerful figure who bought the A-list female celebrity was thrown into federal prison to quell public anger.

This time, someone offered a very high price. Coincidentally, someone in the black market discovered that Song Niaoniao did not usually live in the Upper Third District, but in the District 5.

Later, someone provided information that Song Niaoniao's friends would occasionally appear and disappear inexplicably in the District 5.

One of the criminals took a closer look and realized that this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

So the criminals went to great lengths to hire a hacker who had modified the machine's brain to crack and eavesdrop on her friend Li Zhaoen's phone calls.

Things went more smoothly than expected, and the opportunity came very quickly.

"Everyone says the entertainment industry is lucrative. I'm curious how much money you can afford to buy your own lives?" a middle-aged man asked with a smile.

After the celebrities transferred the money one by one...

Two middle-aged men, one armed with a gun and the other using a shackle to lock everyone in the room, not only their thumbs but also their toes.

During this time, none of the seven celebrities in the room dared to resist.

The criminals were armed, so their resistance would be futile.

For some reason, Song Niaoniao's eyes reddened as she suddenly thought of that Young Inspector. He lived next door and had also seen two middle-aged men enter the house. She wondered if he had noticed anything unusual here.

But if the other party had already discovered it, wouldn't they have come to rescue me by now?

Nearly half an hour has passed since the middle-aged man entered the house. If he was going to come, he would have come long ago; if he wasn't going to come, he probably wouldn't have.

At this point, after making sure everyone was locked up, a middle-aged man took out his phone without hesitation and started taking pictures of them one by one.

A young male celebrity inside sensed something was wrong. "You don't just want money, you're planning to sell Song Niaoniao!"

The middle-aged man suddenly laughed, revealing a set of black and yellow teeth. "You're wrong. We're not going to sell Song Niaoniao, we're going to sell all of you. This kind of business is enough to do once in a lifetime."

The celebrities were immediately filled with despair. They knew what would happen if they were sold: decades of darkness until everyone grew old and faded, and then they would be buried in an unknown wilderness.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Don't rush. Our companions are still preparing in the parking lot, so you have a little free time left. Enjoy it."

Li Zhaoen roared, "I've already called my dad, he'll be here soon!"

The middle-aged man lifted Li Zhaoen's chin with interest. "Otherwise, what do you think my companions were lying in ambush in the parking lot for? The Immigration and Customs Administration officers and soldiers were only useful when they were standing in that tunnel. Don't worry, once we've dealt with them, we'll take you away."

At this moment, his companion, seeing that he was about to lay a hand on Li Zhaoen, said coldly, "If you've touched her, she's worthless to the customers. Think it through. After you get the money, what kind of woman can't you have? Don't make a mistake. If you do, the boss won't forgive you."

The celebrities were even more desperate. They hadn't expected that there were more than just two thugs; it seemed that there were many more hiding in the parking lot, waiting for Li Menglin.

This was the only drawback in the criminals' operation: they learned Song Niaoniao's location by listening to Li Zhaoen and Li Menglin's phone call, and the price they paid was facing Li Menglin's rescue.

However, Li Zhaoen only mentioned on the phone that he had encountered a pervert, and Li Menglin would not bring too many people or heavy weapons.

Song Niaoniao glanced at the door every now and then, not knowing what she was waiting for.

The middle-aged man noticed her gaze, glanced at the doorway with a puzzled look, but found nothing.

He thought for a moment and then said, "What are you expecting?"

Just then, the door behind them suddenly opened.

Song Niaoniao watched as the Young Inspector who had repeatedly harassed her appeared at the door.

"Um... excuse me!" the boy said.

The next moment, Song Niaoniao saw the boy raise his hand and pull the trigger. In less than two seconds, he fired four shots in succession, breaking the legs of both middle-aged men.

The two middle-aged men lost their balance and fell to the ground. They tried to raise their hands to fight back, but before they could pull the trigger, they felt a numbness in their arms and blood gushing from their wrists. They no longer had the strength to hold the pistol.

Looking at the boy Song Niaoniao suddenly realized that interrupting him really meant breaking his hands and legs.

This was the first time she had ever seen someone interrupt someone so forcefully.

At this moment, one of the middle-aged men lay on the ground, his intact left hand silently reaching into his pocket and pressing a button.

Qing Chen smiled and looked at him, "Want to call your companions? Sorry, they're in the same boat as you. They can't escape even if they wanted to."

The middle-aged man was in despair. "Who are you?"

Song Niaoniao, who was lying on the ground with her hands and feet locked, thought to herself, "So they went to deal with these thugs' accomplices. No wonder they're late."

She looked at Qing Chen's profile, at the young man calmly squatting in front of the thug, and then thought of his accurate marksmanship and the confidence with which he controlled the situation with every move.

For a moment, I felt my heart start racing.

This is the famous suspension bridge effect, where people in dangerous environments often mistake their physiological reactions of fear for feelings of excitement.

Therefore, confessing your feelings on a suspension bridge, Ferris wheel, or roller coaster is more likely to succeed.

The middle-aged man, his face contorted in a menacing grin, asked, "Who exactly are you?"

At this moment, Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "If you are from the black market, you should have heard of me. I am the newly appointed inspector of the Seventh Group the Intelligence Department One."

The middle-aged man was taken aback. The new boss of the Seventh Group of the Intelligence Department One? Of course they knew him!

That's the person who recently stirred up a bloody storm in the intelligence world all by himself.

However, he never expected that the new boss of the Seventh Group of the Intelligence Department One would be so young!

They had actually seen Qing Chen in the corridor just now, but because Qing Chen was so young, they didn't pay any attention to him.

Qing Chen said, "You're not entirely innocent. I've been watching you for a long time. Don't feel too wronged that you've fallen into my hands this time."

At this moment, Qing Chen didn't forget to patch up his story so he could explain the previous misunderstanding to Song Niaoniao: he was investigating this gang of criminals and accidentally caused some misunderstandings. These misunderstandings were actually all for the sake of saving you, so let's put this matter behind us.

Sure enough, upon hearing Qing Chen's words, Song Niaoniao's expression immediately showed relief and gratitude... but some doubts still lingered.

The two middle-aged men were dumbfounded. They didn't know what they had done to deserve that the Intelligence Department One was personally watching them.

Song Niaoniao was unaware of the inside story, nor did she understand the Intelligence Department One, so she couldn't comprehend how shocked the two of them were.

But the middle-aged man himself knew that they were nothing compared to the Intelligence Department One.

The Intelligence Department One is being targeted by the King of Hell himself—what's the difference between this and using a cannon to kill a mosquito? Are they just going to use a weapon of mass destruction?!

Just then, someone rushed in from outside. Li Menglin led two soldiers armed with pistols in, yelling, "Let's see which pervert dares to bully my daughter?!"

Qing Chen slowly stood up, facing the pistol. "Captain Li, the combat skills of the Immigration and Customs Administration need to be improved. If there are really criminals here, what's the difference between you and sending them to their deaths? I think you may have been too pampered in that position for too long."

Li Menglin watched as the boy in the room slowly turned around, then opened his mouth and couldn't close it again.

The celebrities in the room were initially drawn to Li Menglin's shouts. They looked over in surprise and then witnessed the change in Li Menglin's expression from fierce to stunned.

The usually Immigration and Customs Administration froze, as frozen as a landscape eroded by wind in a desolate wilderness.

The gun in his hand involuntarily hung limply at his side.

"Inspector... Inspector, what are you doing here?!"