The Faint Dawn, the Traitor Slowly Revealed as Storm Clouds Gather

The torrential rain washed over the glass curtain wall, and as Bo Yu bit through the bloodstained bandage, the salty taste of blood filled his mouth.

The sound of the convenience store's automatic door opening pierced through the rain, and a spark exploded in his ear canal—a perfect match to the frequency of the container doors opening at the dock seven hours earlier.

"Mint cigarettes…" He licked the blood dripping from his hand, his werewolf-enhanced sense of smell breaking down 0.3 milligrams of nicotine molecules from the rainwater.

Three years ago, when Feng Hacker had been shot, his bloodied combat suit had held the same mint cigarettes, with a bullet hole still in the cigarette box.

Bo Yu kicked open the iron door to the back alley of the convenience store, the damp musty smell mingling with the fresh scent of burnt circuit boards.

Behind a pile of instant noodle cartons, fluorescent green data cables pulsated along the drainage pipes like mechanical blood vessels.

"Don't touch my mint candies!" Feng Hacker's shout came from the ceiling, and the holographic projector cast twelve overlapping shadows on the water.

He was curled up at the intersection of ventilation ducts, his tactical gloves dismantling a chip marked with shark fin patterns.

Bo Yu suddenly pressed his hand on the unhealed bullet wound on his left shoulder, letting artificial blood seep through his fingers.

This was the same injury from their third meeting—when Feng Hacker had used a robot decoy to block a laser sniper shot from Xu's Group.

"Tang Yao is missing." He intentionally let his voice tremble, but his werewolf vertical pupils locked onto the smart watch on Feng Hacker's wrist.

In the reflection, nano-level bioluminescence was forming the butterfly-shaped birthmark on Tang Yao's neck.

Feng Hacker's hand paused for 0.7 seconds, just enough time for Bo Yu's werewolf hearing to catch the abnormal current from three data lines.

When Feng Hacker turned, Bo Yu had already switched to a broken expression, crushing the sea salt lemon candy wrapper into a specific fold—a code they had agreed upon the first time they met.

"Want some candy?" The candy Feng Hacker tossed arced through the air. As Bo Yu reached out to catch it, his fingernail precisely scraped the jagged edge of the wrapper.

Moonlight filtered through the warehouse skylight, and the seemingly random jagged edges cast the 3D map of Xu's laboratory on the glass candy wrapper—except that the location of the ventilation system in the northwest corner was completely different from the one Bo Yu had infiltrated last week.

Bo Yu pretended to stumble, his bloodstained finger brushing past the dark pocket of Feng Hacker's tactical vest.

The werewolf's touch sensed the residual warmth of the miniature projector, still carrying the scent of disinfectant from the morgue.

Three hours ago, Wu's housekeeper had vanished in front of morgue cabinet number 3, but the timestamp in the surveillance footage showed the disappearance during the typhoon's landfall.

"Did you know Xu's Group is cultivating mutated seaweed?" Bo Yu suddenly moved closer, his breath brushing past the implanted communication chip on Feng Hacker's neck.

At this distance, he could clearly hear the subtle fluctuations of bioelectricity, much like three years ago when they were defusing bombs on a deep-sea submarine, and Feng Hacker's heart rate had suddenly spiked.

Feng Hacker's back pressed against the cold storage, and his smart watch projected a star map-like encrypted data stream on the wall. "The lab's sewage pipe discharges every day at 2 a.m..." His voice was suddenly cut off by Bo Yu's lips, and the seemingly uncontrolled kiss caused their tactical belt buckles to clash, emitting a crisp alarm.

Bo Yu's wolf pupils split into dual focal points in that moment—one focused on the data flow pulsating in Feng Hacker's iris, the other analyzing the topological structure hidden in the star map on the wall.

As his teeth lightly bit into Feng Hacker's lower lip, he tasted the mutated chlorophyll from the seaweed.

The torrential rain suddenly stopped, and Feng Hacker's smart watch emitted a high-frequency vibration.

Bo Yu pretended to be pushed away, his head striking the pile of noodle boxes with enough force to rattle a steel plate on the ceiling.

Through the gap, he saw a red-glowing chip in the ventilation duct, projecting encrypted data into the water—distorted outlines of Tang Yao were reorganizing into a submarine coordinate.

"Your mint cigarettes…" Bo Yu raised his bloodstained finger, drawing a broken shark symbol on Feng Hacker's tactical screen. "They use the same nano-laser engraving that Qian Duobao drew in his last moments."

The blue light in the cold storage suddenly turned off, and Feng Hacker's glasses began to glow with bioluminescence.

In the darkness, there was a sharp snap as the data cable snapped, and the crunching sound of tactical boots crushing the candy wrapper.

Bo Yu's werewolf sense of smell caught a new pheromone—a neuroinhibitor scent, a compound only released when Xu's Group's top assassins take position.

As the cold storage powered back up, the bioluminescence on Feng Hacker's glasses twisted into a spiral.

Bo Yu's wolf pupils caught the unnatural tremor in Feng Hacker's throat—this was the same neuroinhibitor reaction he'd seen when interrogating an undercover agent from Xu's Group.

"Your mother's leukemia treatment drug." Bo Yu suddenly gripped Feng Hacker's jaw with his tiger-like grip, his thumb pressing on the implanted chip behind his ear. "The Japanese-imported drugs that should've been cut off three weeks ago, why do you still have three boxes in your fridge?"

The instant the instant noodle box exploded in the corner, Xiao Xia rushed out with an electric shock device.

This neon-haired mechanical apprentice had tactical gear stained with car repair shop oil.

She was supposed to be waiting in a safe house 30 kilometers away.

Feng Hacker's pupils shrank. Bo Yu immediately caught the rising scent of adrenaline in the air.

When Xiao Xia's electric shock device was about to touch the back of Feng Hacker's neck, Bo Yu suddenly spun and pulled her into his arms.

The movement made their breaths tangle in the damp air, and his bloodied fingertips lightly brushed over the artery in the girl's neck.

"Don't touch the biochip behind his ear," Bo Yu whispered close to Xiao Xia's ear, his werewolf pupils locked on Feng Hacker's trembling fingertips. "Boss Xu installed a microbomb in it. The explosion power is enough to blow up half the convenience store."

Xiao Xia's mechanical eye flashed with data streams. The fingerprint scan module on her tactical gloves showed seven unhealed wounds on Bo Yu's back.

This discovery caused her heart to race—the wounds were ones she had sewn up for him three days ago.

Feng Hacker suddenly let out a screeching laugh like an owl. His smart watch projected an image of Tang Yao trapped in an underwater laboratory.

"You think you've got it all figured out?" He ripped open his tactical vest, revealing a mechanical heart pulsing with blue fluorescence. "Every piece of information I've provided to you has been transmitted to Xu's mainframe through my blood pump."

The moment Bo Yu released Xiao Xia, his werewolf hand split the air.

Five steel-enforced data cables snapped in response, one wrapping around Feng Hacker's mechanical heart conduit, while the other four precisely pierced the four surveillance cameras in the convenience store.

Xiao Xia's mechanical eye suddenly blacked out—this was the emergency defense measure Bo Yu had taught her last week.

"Last year, during the typhoon," Bo Yu grabbed the data cables and hoisted Feng Hacker up, his wolf pupils reflecting the twisted face below. "You ate the molten lava cake I bought for Tang Yao, but left mint cigarette ash in the frosting." He tossed the blood-stained lemon candy wrapper, and under the cold storage's blue light, it revealed a DNA verification map—matching Xu's Group's top assassins' genetic samples perfectly.

Xiao Xia suddenly knelt down, her mechanical fingers quickly writing a binary code in the standing water.

This was the code she had found on the bathroom mirror of Bo Yu's safe house three days ago—at the time, Bo Yu had been treating his wounds, and the code had guided her to bring the electromagnetic pulse device today.

The glass of the convenience store suddenly shattered, and Zheng Yufu rushed in, bringing with him the salty sea breeze.

The old fisherman, his rubber boots covered in fish scales, stepped precisely on the smart watch Feng Hacker had dropped. His calloused palm pulled out a mini-freezer from his waterproof suit—inside was a liquid nitrogen syringe powerful enough to stop a mechanical heart for thirty seconds.

"Bo Yu's right," Zheng Yufu tossed the freezer to Bo Yu, his harpoon gun aimed at Xiao Xia. "This girl just sent three positioning signals."

The moment Bo Yu caught the mini-freezer, he suddenly sidestepped. The liquid nitrogen syringe brushed past Xiao Xia's mechanical eye and exploded in the mechanical heart.

He had already discovered the three tracking devices hidden in the girl's tactical belt, one of which released the same gardenia scent as Tang Yao's headband.

"Your heart rate is 18% faster than usual." Bo Yu lifted Xiao Xia's chin with his bloodstained finger. From this angle, Feng Hacker could clearly see the bite mark on Bo Yu's wrist healing—the same encrypted signal method Tang Yao used to communicate. "When I said Tang Yao disappeared, you showed a swallowing reflex in your throat."

The sound of waves outside the convenience store became regular. Bo Yu's werewolf ears detected a special frequency from the yacht engine 800 meters away.

He deliberately turned his back to the window, positioning himself so that a potential sniper could target his right shoulder, which had been shot three days ago—now sewn with bulletproof threads interwoven with seaweed fibers.

When Feng Hacker's mechanical heart emitted an overload alarm, Bo Yu suddenly pushed Xiao Xia toward the shelf.

As the girl's lower back crashed into the secret compartment, the electromagnetic pulse device hidden in the potato chip bag automatically activated.

All the electronic devices in the convenience store exploded with sparks, and Feng Hacker's implanted communication chip melted into scrap metal in the strong magnetic field.

"Look at the third level of the cold storage," Bo Yu tossed Feng Hacker a pack of blood-stained mint cigarettes. Inside the cigarette box's compartment was a yellowing photograph—the surveillance screenshot of Feng Hacker's mother being treated at Xu's wellness center three years ago. "Every Wednesday at 2 p.m., the nurse pushes the medicine cart through the fire escape."

Feng Hacker suddenly let out a wounded beast-like howl, and his mechanical heart's blue light turned blood red.

Bo Yu had already severed the data cables before he could react. The blood-stained lemon candy wrapper was now perfectly wedged into Feng Hacker's chip slot at the back of his neck—this was the countermeasure Tang Yao had taught him.

"Take him to the reef cave," Bo Yu kicked Feng Hacker toward Zheng Yufu, his fingers quickly tapping Morse code on Xiao Xia's tactical belt.

As the old fisherman wrapped the traitor in the fishing net, the girl's mechanical eye had already received the submarine coordinates that Bo Yu had drawn in his blood on the wall.

The ferry's horn echoed from the outside, and Bo Yu's werewolf sense of smell suddenly caught something unusual.

The salty sea breeze mixed with the distinctive bitter almond scent of cyanide—this was the toxin Xu's Group used to cleanse failures.

He pretended to adjust his bloodstained bandage, catching a glimpse of the unnatural shift in the reflection point on the lighthouse 300 meters away.

"High tide in twelve minutes," Bo Yu shoved the electromagnetic pulse device into Xiao Xia's hands, his fingertips brushing the bionic skin on her wrist.

This action caused her mechanical fingers to suddenly twitch—three days ago, she had detected Bo Yu's abnormal werewolf gene fluctuations here.

When the sound of Zheng Yufu's fishing boat engine disappeared into the sea mist, Bo Yu suddenly pressed Xiao Xia against the vending machine.

The girl's mechanical eye flashed in panic, but she noticed that Bo Yu was scratching something into the glass with her tactical knife.

In the sparks flying from the friction between the blade and tempered glass, gradually, Tang Yao's familiar wedge-shaped writing appeared.

"Go find Qian Duobao's sister," Bo Yu's breath brushed over Xiao Xia's hot earlobe, but the address he said was completely different from the one carved on the glass.

This was his seventh trap—Xiao Xia's tactical belt's tracker was sending positioning signals in three different directions.

The convenience store's roller shutter suddenly dropped, and Bo Yu's wolf pupils gleamed golden in the darkness.

He heard the sound of military boots crushing shells 50 meters away on the breakwater, the frequency perfectly matching the special forces' step analysis report from Xu's Group.

What was even more dangerous was the new neurotoxin carried by the sea breeze. This was clearly the RX-9 agent, developed to suppress werewolf regeneration abilities.

Xiao Xia suddenly grabbed the bloodstained bandage on Bo Yu's shoulder, her mechanical finger quickly pressing out the password rhythm: "Third level of the east cold storage, there's an escape pod you left for yourself."

Bo Yu smiled and ripped open the bandage, fresh blood dripping into the standing water, causing an eerie glow to rise.

He had already modified his hematopoietic stem cells—this blood, containing mutated seaweed genes, was now spreading misleading biological signals throughout the entire sea area.

When the first silenced gunshot pierced through the iron door, Bo Yu was tossing the last lemon candy into the air.

The candy arced through the darkness, glowing blue, and landed perfectly in the ventilation duct.

The nanobots hidden in the candy wrapper began automatically forming a network, turning the entire convenience store into a trap-laden killing maze.

The footsteps on the breakwater suddenly became chaotic. Bo Yu knew the assassins had already stepped into the game he had set up with his blood.

He deliberately knocked over a shelf, allowing the collapsed noodle boxes to form the perfect cover.

Xiao Xia's mechanical eye suddenly activated infrared mode. In this view, she saw in horror—there were over ten heat sources approaching in a tactical formation from the sea outside the convenience store.

"Survive." Bo Yu suddenly pushed Xiao Xia into the cold storage, while he headed toward the back alley, walking straight into the gunfire.

He tore open the scab on his shoulder, allowing the RX-9 agent to mix with his werewolf blood.

As the purple poison mist seeped from his pores, all the surveillance cameras in the alley exploded with electric sparks.

The ferry engine roared through the sea fog, and Bo Yu knew that the seemingly ordinary passenger ship was hiding Xu's boss's trump card.

He licked the poison blood dripping from his hand, and Tang Yao's final brainwave map appeared in his retina—the abnormal waveforms were now perfectly resonating with the ferry's sonar frequency.