They’re agile, and the system can’t find their real identities.

In a society governed by law, how could a normal person not have an identity?

But this pointed to one thing.

These people were fugitives.

Over a month ago, she had subdued a group of bank robbers. The police had hypothesized back then that they might have accomplices.

Chloe Sinclair had been too busy lately, her life a predictable routine. The group probably hadn’t found an opportunity to make their move.

’Should we call the police now?’ Eight asked, instantly growing nervous at the thought of the previous group of robbers.

Chloe looked at the men on her computer screen, who thought they were well hidden. A faint smile touched her lips, but her tone was utterly contemptuous. "Of course we’ll report them. These people have the blood of twenty-four on their hands."

Donovan Holt isn’t getting away, and neither are these guys.

"Aren’t they here for revenge? Then I’ll be waiting for them tonight."

Chloe remained in the lab.

As Chloe had instructed, Eight didn’t call the police right away, instead waiting in the system for her command.

’Master, those paparazzi on the mountain have left. They didn’t get any useful footage today, so they left cursing and muttering.’

Eight reported faithfully to Chloe.

"Oh? What did they say?"

Chloe was suddenly a little interested.

So, Eight began to imitate their voices. Even with its mechanical tone, it managed to replicate their inflections and cadence perfectly.

Chloe’s eyes filled with amusement, the solemn look on her face replaced by a faint smile.

At eight o’clock that night, Chloe was still staring at the surveillance feed on her computer.

All the lights in the lab were off. The room was pitch-black, and Chloe’s silhouette could only be faintly seen by the light filtering through the thin curtains.

KNOCK KNOCK!

’Master, Shawn Styles is here.’

Chloe froze, frowning subconsciously. "What’s he doing here?"

’Are you going to open the door?’

"If he could find this place, he must know I’m inside."

With that, Chloe stood up from her chair and walked to the main door.

When she opened the door, Chloe was a little surprised. Shawn Styles’s face was covered in sweat, and his eyes were frantic. When he saw Chloe, he seemed unsure of what to say. He opened his mouth slightly a few times but said nothing.

"What’s wrong?"

Shawn’s eyes darkened, and his voice was low. "Let’s talk inside."

Chloe stepped aside, letting Shawn enter the lab.

This was Shawn’s first time in her lab. Seeing the many large instruments he had never seen before, he suddenly felt he had been a bit presumptuous.

"My apologies."

Shawn looked apologetic, but his tone immediately grew tense. "I just saw some men outside your lab."

He had expected the young woman to be shocked. However, she just glanced at the computer screen and gave a soft "mhm."

Shawn was a little confused. He looked up, following Chloe’s gaze, and saw that the computer screen was displaying a surveillance feed.

On the screen, in perfect clarity, were the very same men he had just seen outside. Chloe was watching them.

He stared at Chloe in astonishment, his dark eyes wide with shock.

"When did you find them?"

Chloe replied, "A long time ago."

Hearing this, Shawn felt like he was about to explode with anger.

Fearing he would alert the men outside, he lowered his voice. "You knew a long time ago? Why didn’t you call the police? What if something happens?"

At his words, Chloe looked up. Her expression was placid, without a hint of anger.

"This group of people... I know them."