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Lin Feng sat alone at the long glass table, the blinds drawn, the city skyline muted behind frosted panels. A single dossier lay in front of him, unopened. Not digital. Not shared.
Private.
Confidential.
A red-stamped envelope bearing only three words:
"Internal Surveillance Report"
He’d received it less than an hour ago through a trusted signal channel used only for high-level alerts. Inside: timestamps, bank pings, convers ...
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