"How much have you found out about Contact?" Shen Bing asked.
Thorne handed over a photograph. "This is the photo we produced using the Consciousness-Reading Device."
Shen Bing took it and looked. The photograph showed a lean middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a black wool coat. He had something of an Infernal Affairs look about him.
The Consciousness-Reading Device was undeniably powerful. No sketch artist could have produced such a clear, accurate image. After all, when it came to someone's appearance, people could often picture it in their minds but could not put it into words.
Thorne continued, "We sent this photograph to Qiuqiu, and she's already found this man's information. Bernie and the others are on their way over now."
Shen Bing nodded. "Good!"
Then Shen Bing asked, "Have you gotten the full details of how these guys committed the crime?"
Thorne said, "Yes. They bribed a warehouse employee at Nancy Mall, then sneaked inside, picked a television at random, and put the explosives in it. They set the bomb to detonate automatically twenty-four hours after it received power. I have to say, Dong Wanggong was really unlucky."
Shen Bing gave a derisive chuckle. "Maybe that's karma coming around. Who knows what bad things that guy did before?"
Thorne offered no opinion on that. Instead, he asked, "Boss, what do we do next?"
"Those people have had plenty of fun stirring things up these past few days. Now it's our turn," Shen Bing said with a smile. "But there's nothing more for you to do here. I'll give you something later. Practice it properly. It'll do a lot to improve your strength."
Thorne immediately grew excited. If anything could still excite him, it was improving his combat ability. He might keep an incredibly low profile, but he was