My Scheming Little Devil

But what does this man want to do? Even if the silhouette is simulated, there’s really nothing to discern.

As he was filled with confusion, Ji Lingkong’s eyes intensely focused on the silhouette on the screen, and he sneered:

"Overlay all the shadows of this person from the assassination to their departure across these video feeds for every minute and second after the lights went out. Then integrate night vision technology with 3D full-motion simulation and projection lighting, to comprehensively simulate his entire actions into a cohesive image! I want a three-dimensional image. Can you do that?"

That last sentence carried an authoritative command, although phrased as a question, it allowed no room for opposition.

The technician was startled, his professional skills being questioned, naturally spurred his fighting spirit.

"Of course, give me a set amount of time, and I can definitely simulate the real scene!"

"Very well." Ji Lingkong arrogantly nodded.

His assistant Rike, who had come with him, saw that as soon as Ji Lingkong got off the plane, he headed straight to the investigation room, and had already worked for dozens of hours straight. Concerned, he said, "Young Master, please go back to rest for a while, eat something before continuing the investigation! If you fall ill, the councilman and madam will both be worried."

Ji Lingkong coldly refused; how could he stop and rest when this was about his mother and that girl’s life.

"That Jun Yiyi, I previously had the department in Yalan Country secretly investigate her background. Is there a result?" he asked the intelligence director beside him.

The intelligence director frowned: "According to her identity records, we have investigated her recorded school and home address, indeed there is no such person, clearly this identity is fabricated."

Ji Lingkong’s eyes shook, a strong anger and disappointment rising in his heart. As expected, it was fake, she lied and when questioned, she stubbornly denied the forgery.

Why wouldn’t she admit it? Could she really be a spy?

Otherwise, why fear revealing her true identity?

"A fabricated identity can indeed be recorded in your government’s system, allowing her to infiltrate the banquet, what is going on here? It’s your government’s negligence that led to this incident."

His face was cold, his dark eyes emanating sharpness.

"An average person cannot input an identity into the government information system unless there’s an insider working with the assassins within your government. You should thoroughly investigate your internal officials! Our Aus Empire wishes to assist your country, doing charitable relief for your citizens, but with such dereliction, don’t blame us for being ruthless in the future."

The intelligence director’s face changed dramatically, showing a look of nervous fear and hastily said, "We will certainly investigate thoroughly and give the Aus Empire an explanation!"

"Hmph." Ji Lingkong left without expression.

Just as he sat in the car, preparing to head to another intelligence department, he received an unknown call. Ji Lingkong frowned, swiped his hand, and a virtual screen appeared before him, revealing an unexpected woman’s face.

Ji Lingkong’s phoenix eyes narrowed, it was Madam Aisha.

This woman, whom he had no usual interaction with, why was she seeking him out?

Meanwhile, the assistant Rike’s eyes shifted, showing a subtly nervous look. The grand councilman instructed him to watch Young Master Ling Kong, not to let him return to the country. It was truly unexpected that Madam Aisha would seek him out.

Ji Lingkong, puzzled, pressed the communication key, and immediately Madam Aisha’s anxious face appeared: "Young Master Ling Kong, where are you now?"

"Madam Aisha, what’s the matter?" he spoke indifferently, as he had always been disinterested in others’ affairs.