Fatty Dragon chuckled wickedly and said, "Who says it can't be transmitted far? If we add a 3G module and plug in a SIM card, it could be sent all over the world." Wang Zhuo scratched his head with a wry smile, having just been taken aback, but then he heard Fatty Dragon change his tune, saying, "But you mentioned those videos were very clear, right?

Then 3G definitely wouldn't achieve that effect, so I guess it wasn't transmitted via 3G." "Damn, you dare to tease Brother Lian," Wang Zhuo didn't say another word, swinging a kick backward onto Fatty Dragon’s large backside. After taking the kick, Fatty Dragon stopped smiling and got serious, "To make a long story short, if the videos you watched were clear enough, without interruptions, noise, ripple, or static, then the receiver absolutely cannot be more than a hundred meters from this room." "Are you sure?" Wang Zhuo's eyes flickered; he was already preparing to scan with his special ability.

Fatty Dragon slapped his chest, "What is there to be unsure about? I'm a professional." "What does that receiver look like?" Wang Zhuo asked, already giving up on dismantling the air conditioner and exhaust fan, and looking directly through with his X-ray vision.

"That’s hard to say," Fatty Dragon shook his head. "It might look like a wireless router, it might just look like an external hard drive, or it could even be a GPS device.

But it must be connected to a computer to view the images." A computer, connected to an unknown external device outside, within a hundred meters of the hotel, very likely displaying multi-screen recordings, with someone probably standing guard nearby... With this analysis and the information gathered, Wang Zhuo already held some advantage.

He tossed the screwdriver to Fatty Dragon and walked towards the bathroom. "You put the TV back; I need to use the restroom." Closing the bathroom door, Wang Zhuo sat on the toilet lid, focusing his vision, inspecting every smoke detector in the rooms on the entire floor one by one.

As expected, it wasn't long before he discovered signs of tampering on the smoke detectors in two other rooms, but the equipment inside had also been removed. It seemed the voyeurs were being cautious, anticipating a report to the police if they were blackmailed, preparing for a police investigation to find the equipment.

It looked like checking the rooms on other floors wouldn't yield any results. As Wang Zhuo retracted his X-ray vision, a crucial question suddenly struck him.

... At the same time, in the hotel parking lot downstairs, in a rather unremarkable red Chevrolet sedan, a young man with an earring sat in the driver's seat, chewing gum, a high-fidelity earphone hanging around his neck, talking on the phone.

"Brother Ma, that fat guy Wang Zhuo brought, he’s a real expert. His analysis was spot on." On the other end of the line was a handsome man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a square face.

He snorted disdainfully and asked, "Did he figure out how to find us?" The young man laughed heartily, "Hell, don't you know who we are? Even if we gave him two more heads, he wouldn't figure it out." "What are they doing now?" Square-Faced Brother Ma asked.

The young man cackled, "Not much. The fat guy is screwing the TV back in, and Wang Zhuo went to the restroom to take a dump.

Probably taking his time; it’s almost been ten minutes." "Did they mention calling the police or anything just now?" Square-Faced Brother Ma inquired again. "Hahaha," the young man laughed with utter glee, "Brother Ma, they don't seem to trust the police.

I just heard the fat guy ask Wang Zhuo if he planned to call the cops. Guess what Wang Zhuo said?

He said if calling the police worked, the '08 [redacted incident] wouldn't have gotten worse and worse." Hearing the young man's words, Square-Faced Brother Ma also laughed heartily and said, "Then keep listening in. If there are any developments, call me immediately." "Sure thing, Brother Ma, don't you worry." Hanging up the phone, the young man was just about to put on the large high-fidelity headphones when the car door beside him was suddenly yanked open from the outside, and then a massive, bulky body, like that of a large white bear, slammed inside.

The young man was about 1.65 meters tall and probably weighed less than fifty kilograms. How could he withstand the weight of over a hundred kilograms sitting on him?

He was instantly squeezed so hard that the air rushed out of his lungs, and he opened his mouth, letting out a squeak like a rooster's crow. Bang.

The door was yanked shut by the fat man. Then, the fat man’s huge hand waved, opening the safety latch on the front passenger door.

With a light click, someone pulled open the door from that side. The young man was scared out of his wits.

These two were none other than Wang Zhuo and the big fat man nicknamed Fatty Dragon, who had been in the room upstairs just two minutes ago. Fatty Dragon's weight was more effective than any restraint; the young man completely lost the ability to resist.

On the other hand, Wang Zhuo’s imposing presence was enough to terrify him. With his reputation as an action director, he had already witnessed Wang Zhuo’s capabilities while gathering information on the victims recently.

"Little brother, what's your distinguished name?" the fat man asked with a playful grin while wiggling his massive backside. The young man felt his thin pelvis was about to crack under the weight of this fellow.

He managed to take a couple of breaths and answered with a pained expression, "My name is He Linze. What do you two want with me?

Did you get the wrong person?" ... Just now, Wang Zhuo saw that the criminals had removed all the voyeuristic equipment from the entire hotel in advance to guard against police scrutiny, and a question suddenly occurred to him.

Since ancient times, criminal investigation has been a battle of wits and courage. In many cases, the reason a case is solved is not because the perpetrators were stupid, nor because the police were exceptionally intelligent, but often due to asymmetrical information.

The criminal process must be conducted in secret and cannot be ostentatious, so the criminals often possess only a very small amount of information. When solving the case, the police can conduct background checks, interviews, and interrogations, mobilizing extensive human and technological resources to finally apprehend the culprits.

It’s like a game of hide-and-seek; the seeker can use all sorts of methods, while the hider often doesn't even know what the seeker is doing. Since the criminals used high-tech methods to commit the crime, Wang Zhuo began to think from their perspective and suddenly had a bold idea: if he were the criminal, he would install another set of hidden surveillance equipment in this room to monitor any movement.

If the victim didn't report it, so be it. But as soon as a report was filed, the police would 100% come to this room to investigate, and that equipment could inform the criminals of the news.

With this bold hypothesis, Wang Zhuo re-examined the entire room with his X-ray vision, and this time he did find something else: hidden inside the light switch by the bedside, in that tiny space, was a button-sized electronic circuit board. The switch was located on one side of the bed, facing a blind spot in the room.

If a camera were installed, it wouldn't capture anything, so even if the police thoroughly searched the room, they would likely fail to find it. That circuit board was extremely delicate and even had a tiny transmitting antenna attached.

Wang Zhuo immediately recognized it was not a pinhole camera but an advanced listening device with a signal transmission function. He actually guessed right!

Wang Zhuo’s heart skipped a beat. If they had reported it, the police would certainly have come to this room, turning this listening device into the criminals' eyes and ears.

Even if discovered, the fact that a report had been filed would already be known. If it wasn't discovered, the criminals could even use this device to eavesdrop on the progress of the investigation.

This tactic was not only audacious but also had an almost one-hundred-percent success rate. Fortunately, they hadn't called the police, otherwise those videos might already be uploading...

Wang Zhuo managed a wry smile and immediately took out his phone to send a text message to Fatty Dragon. Since he couldn't reveal that he had discovered a listening device with his X-ray vision, Wang Zhuo hinted in the text message: If you were the perpetrator, wanting to know the development of the situation, and you installed other equipment in the room, where would you hide it?

Fatty Dragon was momentarily surprised when he received the message, but after reading the content, he understood: Wang Zhuo suspected there was other equipment in the room. He thought about it carefully, and it was indeed a possibility.

He immediately replied: "I would hide in the parking lot. I can monitor the situation inside the hotel from there, and I can escape anytime." While texting, he was also lecherously muttering to himself, "That little slut is itching again.

Wait till I deal with her tonight." Wang Zhuo knew he was creating a diversion and cursed the vulgar guy mentally. He lowered his head, and his vision instantly penetrated through layers of floors to the parking lot below.

Soon, he spotted the young man, He Linze, making a phone call. When he saw this kid driving a nearly new Chevrolet but listening to the FM radio with a large high-fidelity headphone, he immediately spotted the inconsistency.

FM radio doesn't have high-definition sound quality, so there’s no need for such high-end headphones. Moreover, the car stereo definitely has the function to receive FM broadcasts, yet he was using a separate radio to listen.

Looking through that radio confirmed Wang Zhuo’s judgment. This radio was just an empty shell; inside was a digital device with control buttons, entirely custom-modified by hand.

Without a doubt, this must be the receiver for the listening device. This kid was either a perpetrator or an operative planted by the perpetrators.

Recalling Fatty Dragon's words about hiding in the parking lot to escape at any time, Wang Zhuo smiled silently, thinking that villains often have similar ideas. Seeing the young man talking on the phone, Wang Zhuo immediately pushed the door open, made a "shush" gesture to Fatty Dragon, quietly opened the door, and led him quickly downstairs.

"We're ambushing in the parking lot. If there's someone in a car, we search it," Wang Zhuo said while using his sight to lock onto the young man’s every move.

"Got it!" Fatty Dragon didn't care if randomly searching other people's belongings was illegal. In his view, backed by Qin Xue, Wang Zhuo was the law right now.

Only the Chevrolet had someone in it in the parking lot, which Wang Zhuo already knew. The two barely hesitated before rushing up to the front of the car.

Fatty Dragon heard He Linze proudly saying something about Wang Zhuo, the [redacted incident], and was overjoyed. He exchanged a look with Wang Zhuo, and as soon as He Linze hung up, they struck, delivering him the Soviet Sprawl from Street Fighter.