My Scheming Little Devil

If it was her, he would really be disappointed; thinking of those lively, beautiful eyes, his gaze darkened.

"Young Master Ling Kong, according to your previous instructions, we investigated the invitations sent out over the past few days. There were 120 in total, but only 96 people arrived. Guests with 24 invitation cards did not come for various reasons. Here is their list." The Director of the Intelligence Investigation Bureau of Yalan Country respectfully handed over the list.

Ji Lingkong immediately examined it carefully. The list included the backgrounds of the invitees.

Most were upper-class figures in Yalan Country, but a few names caught his attention.

"Who are these people who received the invitations?" he pointed to part of the list.

The Director’s expression was somewhat complex, with a faint coldness in his eyes: "These are Eagle Country’s military officers and consulate officials stationed in our country. However, they disdain attending various banquets held in Yalan Country."

Ji Lingkong instantly understood that Eagle Country and Yalan Country were mortal enemies due to the sanctions issue. Yalan Country hated these stationed forces and consulate officials but dared not offend them, though the resentment was deeply suppressed.

Meanwhile, the Eagle Country people looked down on the Yalan Country people and generally did not associate with them.

He lowered his head, contemplating the names for a moment, then said calmly, "Send someone to find a way to investigate the whereabouts of those who didn’t attend before and after the banquet, especially these Eagle Country individuals."

Then he went to the surveillance room to review the various video records of that evening.

The video technicians accompanying him focused mainly on the footage from when the Councilman’s wife took the stage to the assassination attempt. However, Ji Lingkong crossed his arms, calmly watching the footage of the assassin failing, the blackout in the hall, and then the lights reigniting while the assassin vanished.

Dozens of cameras were installed in all directions in the banquet hall. He reviewed each camera’s footage repeatedly, but the clues were very limited. The scene was chaotic, and when the lights were out, it was very dark, with only faint candlelight from a few decorative candelabras, making it impossible to distinguish who was who.

"Catch this figure immediately!" He suddenly pointed to a blurry figure in one of the shots, his expression unexpectedly serious, commanding the computer technician beside him.

The technician was very surprised, wondering what could be discerned from the completely unrecognizable figure on the screen.

However, he dared not disobey. This younger man, although always silent and speaking little, exuded a natural noble air of authority in his gaze and every movement, possessing such a powerful aura that it compelled involuntary compliance with his orders!

The technician captured the figure, using various data to simulate and construct its model.

Then Ji Lingkong coldly ordered him to simulate some figures from a dozen videos. The simulations revealed that the figures were incredibly similar, the same person, and bore a striking resemblance to the assassin’s physique. If guessed correctly, this was the assassin’s series of actions after the lights went out.

The technician was startled, showing extreme shock, deeply admiring Ji Lingkong. He was a professional in this field and hadn’t recognized they were the same person before. But Ji Lingkong could identify the same individual among dozens of recordings, each lasting three hours, demonstrating extraordinary recognition and speculation abilities, almost as if he had night vision.