"What useful information have you found?!"
Hearing the bespectacled man's words, the leader of the task force immediately stood up, staring at the bespectacled man with eyes filled with tension and excitement.
The bespectacled man placed a printed screenshot on the table and pointed to some gibberish on it, "These traces have been recompiled using a new algorithm, and ultimately, this gibberish points to an IP address."
"What address?"
The bespectacled man instinctively swallowed and looked up, articulating clearly, "Watanabe Consortium Headquarters."
"What did you say?!" Someone sitting on the other side suddenly stood up, knocking over the teacup in front of them without a care, staring stiffly at the bespectacled man, eyes reddening and teeth gritting with an irrepressible rage in their eyes, like an enraged lion.
