"So, someone has followed the trail and found us."
In a quantum computer room, Gao Gong watched the golden starship on the surveillance screen, along with those Mirta people labeled as high-risk, and murmured to himself.
An electronic image of Lolita appeared on the screen.
"According to my data calculations, there is a 61.1% chance that the stowaway list was leaked, and a 19.4% chance that it's due to the Anti-Trafficking Bureau's routine patrols."
Gao Gong chuckled and teased:
"You're just a planet host from a Level 2 Civilization. Can you really calculate Level 3 Civilization data accurately?"
"Unpredictable factors are indeed increasing. For example, I can't calculate this 'carbon-based detector' device, which is beyond the scope of my data processing."
"Carbon-based detector, indeed—"
Gao Gong stopped mocking the other party, for this thing is indeed troublesome. It's fair to say, every Mechanical Civilization would deploy such devices all over their territory.
