When the Possessive Omega Fell for Me - Chapter 73.2

“Moreover, they’ve decided to reopen the investigation into Delink’s accidental death. If they truly want to uncover everything in District Seven, they’ll have to rely on the arrangements I previously made there. They have no choice but to cooperate with me.”

“That’s good. Once the case is resolved, the investigation team will naturally realize no one has grounds to doubt your stance,” Hubert acknowledged. “The Inspectorate has all the materials prepared here too, ready to assist with a formal investigation at any time. Once a full investigation is launched, none of these criminal elements entrenched in Jing’an City will escape.”

“By the way, what about your materials on Patriarch Yi? When do you plan to submit them?”

At this question, Yi Jing opened her closed eyes, stared at the car ceiling for a moment, then sat up straight. “I’m still waiting for the right opportunity. That old man has too many connections. I’m afraid even superiors might not dare to prosecute him.”

But in truth, Yi Jing wanted to capture the entire Yi family in one sweep—not sparing even the younger generation. She knew Yu Miao wouldn’t want to see people like Yi Xuan being protected by Yi family elders and receiving lenient sentences. She wanted to make Yu Miao happy.

However, to investigate the entire Yi family at once with just one set of evidence, she would need to create an incident severe enough to make the situation irreversible.

Such opportunities weren’t easy to come by. Last time, it took Delink’s death in District Seven to prompt superiors to send an investigation team to Jing’an City. How could she achieve it this time?

Yi Jing actually had some ideas, but she didn’t dare act on them. She couldn’t risk sacrificing herself to create this opportunity—now that Yu Miao only had her. If something happened and she could no longer be there for Yu Miao, what would become of her?

Remembering the hardships Yu Miao endured as a child made Yi Jing feel she should take even better care of her. How could she possibly abandon Yu Miao alone?

Yi Jing pressed her lips together, feeling uneasy stirring in her heart again. Perhaps when the moment came and she had no choice, she wouldn’t hesitate anymore…

Lately, she’d often felt this way—unsettled for no apparent reason, as if subconsciously worrying about something. Yet no matter how many times she reviewed her plans, she couldn’t find any oversights.

Where exactly was the mistake?

The more Yi Jing thought about it, the more anxious she became. She abruptly ended the call with Hubert, wanting to chat with Yu Miao instead. She sent a few coquettish messages, but Yu Miao didn’t respond. Just as Yi Jing was growing increasingly anxious, a new notification suddenly appeared on her terminal.

A quick notification showed the message was from the veteran informant she’d borrowed from Qi Xiao.

Yi Jing: “?”

The informant sent her a message: [“Officer, Miss Yu seems a bit off today.”]

Highly alert, Yi Jing immediately asked: [“What’s wrong?”]

The informant replied: [“Actually she looks quite normal overall, dressed similarly to her usual walks. But before leaving, Miss Yu touched that ugly little figurine you carved for her—with such a nostalgic expression. It felt rather odd.”]

After all, that thing could be seen every day, and Miss Yu had never seemed so reluctant to part with it before. Moreover, Miss Yu had mentioned going out for a walk just after noon, but now it was already dinnertime and she still hadn’t returned.

Yi Jing’s chest tightened, and a wave of urgency washed over her.

It wasn’t unusual for Yu Miao to come home a little late occasionally—she had her own affairs to attend to, or perhaps she simply wanted to take a stroll and enjoy herself. But lately, Yi Jing had been plagued by an inexplicable sense of anxiety, especially since Yu Miao hadn’t replied to her messages, which only heightened her worry.

[What’s going on?] Yi Jing pressed.

[I went to ask the apartment concierge downstairs, and they said Miss Yu left in the afternoon and never came back. Originally, I wasn’t supposed to come by today, but the restaurant called to say some long-out-of-stock ingredients had suddenly arrived. I thought I’d deliver the dishes to your place first, only to find that Miss Yu was missing.]

Yi Jing’s heart seemed to skip a beat, her mind buzzing with a sudden realization. The conversation they’d had on the balcony that day flashed through her mind, and it struck her—what she had overlooked. That’s right, Yu Miao had already asked about the possible fates of people like Yi Xuan and Xie Chongming.

If Yu Miao wasn’t at home now, what else could she be doing?

Yi Jing knew exactly what Yu Miao was up to, but the problem was, she had no idea how Yu Miao planned to do it! And she was certain it would happen tonight—otherwise, the informant she had arranged would discover Yu Miao’s absence during the scheduled cleaning tomorrow morning, which would inevitably ruin Yu Miao’s plans. Time was running out; Yu Miao might already be taking risks at this very moment!

Yi Jing’s thoughts were a tangled mess, her usually sharp mind failing to make sense of anything.

The driver in the front seat noticed Yi Jing’s pale face as she gripped her terminal and instinctively asked, “Officer, should I pull over?”

Yi Jing snapped out of it, the driver’s voice bringing her back to the present. Her instinct to conceal her emotions from outsiders quickly restored her composure, and she immediately thought of Q.

Even if Yu Miao hadn’t sought the organization’s cooperation, its members were the best at tracking people down.

With that in mind, Yi Jing replied to the driver, “No, keep driving,” while switching to the hidden module on her private terminal to access the dedicated channel for contacting Q. Just then, a new message popped up on the screen:

[Yu Miao enlisted the organization’s hackers to hijack one of the Yi family’s ships from District 9’s port—an AMZ67 model, a small luxury yacht with some private armaments onboard. Not sure if you knew about this, but I thought it seemed risky and figured I should let you know.]

Yi Jing remained calm and replied: [Got it. What’s the location?]

Q sounded surprised: [You really didn’t know? That’s not what she told me. About 20 minutes ago, our hackers breached the system and took the ship. It’s already at sea and will reach the target location in about 40 minutes at most.]

With that, Q sent over a set of coordinates.

Yi Jing glanced at the location. Fortunately, it wasn’t too far from her current position—right at the border between District 9 and District 11, still some distance from any ports. It seemed they planned to dispose of everyone at sea.

Yi Jing had no energy left for anger. She swiftly revised her plans and sent new instructions to her organization’s operatives—after all, Q wasn’t the only manager in their ranks. Through her recent activities, Yi Jing had become more familiar with other members.

She directly transmitted the security module she’d previously stolen from the Yi family estate, along with details about the patriarch and Yi Sheng’s living quarters in the main residence, bluntly explaining the current situation.

With the tide turning against them, given the Yi patriarch and Yi Sheng’s cunning and methods, if left unrestrained they’d undoubtedly create endless trouble for Yi Jing, potentially worsening the situation further. She needed to remove these ‘trump cards’ from play first.

After handling this, Yi Jing retrieved her work terminal and accessed the secure channel connecting her to the chief investigator—that director from the Regional Inspection Bureau she’d worked with last time.

She’d been hesitating about submitting all the evidence to higher authorities, fearing it might let the younger Yi generation slip through the cracks. Now she saw no reason for further hesitation. Along with the evidence, she helpfully added that District 9 was likely about to experience a terrorist attack orchestrated by the Yi family, suggesting all investigative teams in Jing’an City immediately launch comprehensive investigations targeting them.

While contacting media outlets, Yi Jing urgently redirected her driver toward the nearest landmark building—its rooftop being the closest emergency landing pad in the vicinity.

If she was going all out, she might as well go all the way. Since things were already escalating, she’d make sure they reached maximum impact.

First, she alerted the armed police about the armed vessel entering territorial waters. Then she leaked news to District 13’s media about imminent violent explosions in District 9’s coastal waters related to recent cleanup operations.

This timing would ensure armed police helicopters and news crews arrived in District 9 almost simultaneously. The police could extract her from the emergency landing pad just as media captured first-hand footage of the operation.

With sufficiently explosive content and scale, the media would naturally amplify the story.

After these moves, Yi Jing contacted Hubert, instructing immediate preparation of all Yi family-related materials for potential submission, while briefing her on developments.

Hubert immediately launched into uncharacteristically animated rebukes, shedding her usual lethargy: “Do you realize the risks you’re taking? Recklessly involving other departments—especially military affiliates completely outside our system! Who’ll cover for you when things go south? And leaking to media? Since when is that part of your job description? Any single one of these could get you charged with gross dereliction of duty! With investigators already watching you, have you lost your mind?!”

“I’m perfectly sane. Just doing what’s necessary,” Yi Jing replied with chilling calm. “This reckoning was inevitable—there’s no escaping it. And… I need your help now.”

“What help could I possibly give you? You’re already so capable!” Hubert was fuming with anger.

“Come with the armed police team. Help me take Yu Miao away—I don’t want her getting noticed in this mess,” Yi Jing spoke softly, her tone carrying a hint of pleading.

Hubert remained silent for a long while. When she finally spoke again, her voice had lost its earlier agitation: “Why aren’t you asking Qi Xiao instead?”

Both women knew that extracting Yu Miao without drawing attention meant maintaining neutrality in this situation—at the very least, not openly siding with Yi Jing.

One of them would have to be abandoned.

Yi Jing gave a bitter smile: “She’s not as level-headed as you are.”

“You mean she’s not as ruthless as I am,” Hubert mirrored the bitter smile. “Understood. If anything happens to you… I’ll take over the Inspectorate.”

With her presence at the incident scene yet maintaining distance from Yi Jing, combined with her years of experience in Jing’an’s judicial system, Hubert was fully capable of assuming control of the Inspectorate should Yi Jing be investigated—ensuring their unfinished work could continue.

Yi Jing exhaled deeply in relief: “I’m counting on you.”

The call ended abruptly. Alone by the emergency landing zone’s railing, Yi Jing lit a cigarette. The surrounding buildings all stood shorter than her current vantage point. Smoking at the city’s highest spot, bathed in wind and neon lights, her heart brimmed with regret.

She truly hadn’t expected this moment to arrive so soon. If only she’d kissed Yu Miao a few more times before her business trip. When—or if—she’d get to kiss her again remained uncertain.

Standing at the rooftop’s edge, Yi Jing let the wind carry memories of Yu Miao—for once, not strategizing or scheming, simply reminiscing. Before her cigarette could burn out, scattered raindrops began falling around her.

…Rain?

Tilting her head up, Yi Jing noticed the thick rain clouds that had gathered unnoticed. The sporadic drops soon became a downpour. Sheltered beneath the rising transparent canopy, she watched raindrops explode like blossoms upon impact. The humid air mingled with the canopy’s automated fragrance, creating an oddly pleasant aroma.

After twenty minutes in the rainstorm, the armed police helicopter finally appeared. The new model’s noise reduction technology proved effective—far quieter than its predecessor, though its wind pressure remained disproportionately strong, dispersing raindrops in its wake before even landing. Instead of touching down, it hovered at a distance, dropping a rope ladder toward Yi Jing.

With a resigned sigh at these mission-focused roughnecks, Yi Jing flicked her cigarette butt into the canopy’s trash bin, rolled up her trench coat sleeves, and began climbing.

The helicopter’s seven seats accommodated the pilot, Yi Jing, the hastily arrived Hubert, and four armed police operatives.

“Officer Yi.” Someone on the plane greeted Yi Jing. “The satellite has located that yacht, but its control system is currently locked down—we can’t hack it externally. How should we determine the number of armed personnel onboard?”

Yi Jing had just finished drying his hair. Still dripping with rainwater, he turned to look at the armed police officer and replied after a moment’s thought, “There’s no way to be sure. Most of the Yi family’s vessels are privately modified. The one that was taken out belongs to Yi Hengzhi’s second daughter, Yi Mian, based on its model. She holds one of the highest clearance levels in the Yi family—no one can know exactly how many weapons are on her ship.”

The officer frowned, pressing a hand to his earpiece as he relayed the information. Then, turning back to Yi Jing, he said, “In that case, our only option is a show of force followed by a tactical breach. We’ll blockade the yacht and break in from within.”

Yi Jing nodded. “That could work, but I suggest letting me take the lead—I should be the first to board the yacht.”

“Why?” The officer’s brow furrowed. “You’re not part of the tactical unit.”

“I’m still District 13’s chief officer,” Yi Jing said calmly, meeting his gaze. “And I’m a member of the Yi family. That ship recognizes my clearance. I might be able to infiltrate and disable its weapon control module.”

The officer studied Yi Jing intently before reporting the proposal through his earpiece. After a brief exchange, he finally agreed.

Nearby, Hubert opened his mouth as if to speak but ultimately remained silent.

As Yi Jing and the armed police unit raced toward the scene by helicopter, Yu Miao and her guests were also arriving at the designated location—each of them, as instructed, had come without their usual vehicles or drivers, arriving in staggered groups at different times. There were no guides, no hosts—just each person groping their way through the darkness to the yacht’s banquet hall.

This had all been carefully arranged by Yu Miao. She deliberately kept the lights off, sitting alone in the ship’s secret control room, coldly observing them through surveillance feeds.

In the past, these people had been the butchers, and she the prey.

Now the tables had turned—their lives were in her hands. The yacht’s armory was fully stocked, its holds filled with “interesting” items—enough to make them spill every secret they had.

Yu Miao stared at their disgusting faces on the screens and smirked, locking down the entire vessel before pulling the control module from its console and leaving the hidden room.

The staggered arrivals ensuring they wouldn’t meet was her deliberate design. Her goal was to force the younger generation of the Yi, Xie, and Lei families to confess their crimes. Ordinary methods wouldn’t suffice, so Yu Miao had prepared many “little gifts”—all inspired by their own techniques. What could be fairer than returning their own inventions to them?

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