The sound of shattering glass on the ground floor wasn't just a breach; it was a declaration. In the attic, Su Nian’s world had narrowed down to the flickering red of the warning sirens and the cold weight of the titanium USB drive in her hand. The "Architect" had sent a video to haunt her, but they had underestimated one thing: Su Nian didn't just survive the shadows; she had mastered them. "Lin Wei! Sector Four! Now!" Su Nian’s voice cut through the wail of the perimeter alarm, projected through the house’s internal intercom system. "Already on it, Boss! I hope you don't mind a little smoke in the foyer!" Lin Wei’s voice crackled back, sounding strangely exhilarated despite the danger. Beside her, Lu Tingshen was a study in lethal efficiency. He had moved to the attic window, checkin

