Warehouse - Night
Old Zhao kicked the door open, holding a blood-soaked rider's jacket.
Me: "Auntie Wang's?"
Old Zhao: "Du Qiang stripped it off her."
Xiao Zhou lunged from the shadows, eyes wild. "Those bastards tied her to the flagpole in the square! Said you gotta 'sign for delivery' by noon tomorrow!"
I grabbed a wrench, cracking open a dead GPS. "Lin Xiaoyu, where's the broadcast station blueprint?"
The kid shoved a notebook at me, hands shaking. "U-underground pipes… lead to control room…"
Old Zhao grabbed my arm. "You planning a suicide run?"
I shook him off. "Tell every rider left—tomorrow we flood the city with 'blank orders.'"
Outside, motorcycle engines growled, getting closer.
Xiao Zhou: "Du Qiang's patrol!"
I killed the lights, hefting a pipe. "Good. I needed test subjects for these smoke bombs."