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Chapter 211 Chapter 211 96%1 (+68) The Special Operations team was tracking the Hommas Technology drug case. Their investigation led them overseas.

Glenn said, "You were right to suspect there was someone behind Lionel.

"Mr. Jennings took over the case. They received intel suggesting the suspect was at sea, leading to their dispatch for apprehension. However, complications arose, resulting in their disappearance and leaving their current status unknown." Quinlyn saw the files spread out on the table and realized that the Special Operations had been investigating Lionel's death ever since his sudden passing that day.

"What did he do?" Quinlyn pressed her fingers on Warren's photo, unconsciously exerting a little force. Glenn said, "Warren, the former chairman of DigitalKey Group, had cooperation with sof our departments. He fled abroad in April this year, and his whereabouts are unknown.

"However, we found clues to the suspect from the files he leaked. Someone saw him dining with the suspect in the hotel. So we suspect that he has defected to the other side and is using his knowledge of our system to help them commit crimes." This was the worst-case scenaand the most likely.

Quinlyn responded softly but didn't comment.

After the shooting that day, she didn't contact Warren because she was afraid of exposing him. After all, Warren had saved her, and the evidence didn't directly indicate that Warren was involved.

"How do we save the Special Operations team since they disappeared at sea?" Quinlyn asked Glenn, changing the topic.

Glenn replied, "Something must have gone wrong if the plane didn't crash. Perhaps it was magnetic interference or signal shielding. We'll have to go to the destination to find out for sure." "Okay." Quinlyn rarely went to the sea and had no concept of search and rescue. She added, "I want to go with the rescue team, is that possible?" Glenn paused, surprised. He only wanted Quinlyn to provide information. He said, "You grew up in the borderlands. Can you swim?" Out of curiosity, Glenn had looked through Quinlyn's file after Quinlyn's last release from the juvenile detention center. He knew a lot about Quinlyn from the Special Operations archives.

"I learned," Quinlyn replied earnestly.

Could she go? Glenn saw Quinlyn's determination but didn't immediately agree. This was a big deal. He needed to wait for the equipment and personnel to be ready. Ocean rescue was risky, and he was a little worried about Quinlyn's safety. Quinlyn didn't push it and stayed at the villa, waiting for news. But the next day, she received a call from Quinton.

"Quinlyn, Edward is missing," said Quinton.

At four in the morning, Quinlyn sat up in bed, her breathing heavy. "What happened?" While Edward was receiving treatment in Mordoria, Quinlyn had asked Quinton to send someone to watch over him. However, Edward vanished from the garden. His disappearance, in this renowned technology institute filled with the wealthy, took less than five seconds.

Chapter 211 "I suspect it's an inside job. We're investigating. Don't panic! Quinton's comfort did here to the dyn Quinlyn's first move after hanging up the phone was to call Warren.

It was the first tshe'd called Warren back, but she only heard a busy tone, Panning to her compeer, du med her credentials to access DigitalKey Group's internal files, She'd noticed these files while tracking overseas information. The part they were trying to crack mens beds a recent Edward's situation happening right after she saved Zebulon seemed too coincidental Quinlyn's face was lit by the cool glow of the screen as lines of code scrolled past. She hit enter and retired they were medical institutions.

Quinlyn knew Warren had poured his heart and soul into genetics research, acting as a bridge between domestic and foreign institutions. This list detailed each institution's research projects, and the hospital where Award was located was on it.

The hospital specialized in Peripheral Neurology and conducted related research in prosthetics and human réactifedtion. This research benefited from access to a larger patient data pool and the possibility of conducting human experiments Glenn didn't fall asleep until late that night. As the sun peeked through the curtains the next morning, he heard footsteps outside.

Someone knocked and said, "Mr. Bronson, are you awake? People from the Hill family's Martial Arts School and 901 Military Base are here to see you." Glenn opened his eyes. It took him a few moments to place the two names before he snapped awake. Throwing open the door, he asked, "What happened to Quinlyn?" He knew Quinlyn was the only one who could bring both the Hill family's Martial Arts School and 901 Military Base here.

Archer looked nervous. He said, "I don't know. Ms. Yates was waiting downstairs with her luggage before dawn. We couldn't persuade her to stay." Glenn had already put on his clothes and strode out.

The living room was even livelier now. With Glenn's special permission, Quinlyn had invited many people, including the trainees stationed in Brynton, members of the 901 Military Base, a group of professors from Briarwood University, and technical teams of DigitalKey Group and Stanley.

"Quinlyn, what are you doing?" asked Glenn.

This large group of people looked intimidating, as if they were there for revenge.

"Glenn, I'm sorry. But this is the safest place right now." Quinlyn stood up and apologized to Glenn first. Then she continued, "Edward is missing too. I have to leave now." Glenn was taken aback. Although he didn't know where Quinlyn got the news, judging from the situation in front of him was probably true.

"They're targeting you. I'll have Special Operations assist you. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to handle things if something happens over there," said Glenn.

Glenn knew it was useless to stop Quinlyn now. Besides, Quinlyn was the one involved, and it might be we more helpful for her to go to the scene in person. So, the plan was moved up, and the personnel mpore helvovolved, and assembled in the morning. As Quinlyn was leaving, she took out the bag of gifts that had been left in the corner. Inside was a goose-yellow down jacket. However, Howard had bad taste.

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Quinlyn slipped on the jacket, tugging at the cuffs. "It's too big," shemumbled, zipping it up anyway until it covered half her face. With that, she turned and left, her suitcase bumped behind her. When they arrived at the airport, Curtis had just arrived, accompanied by Bennett. "Ivan and Bennett will go with you this time. You've worked well together before," said Curtis.

With medals on his shoulders and dressed in uniform, Curtis was there to take charge.

He looked at Quinlyn in front of him and couldn't help but touch her head. "Remember, Edward and I both want you to be safe. So no matter what happens, we won't blyou. You shouldn't blyourself either." Quinlyn's face was hidden except for her dark eyes, which betrayed no emotion.

After a brief farewell, they boarded a military plane and headed straight for the sea.

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