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Under the guidance of the hour, I traveled back to the Time Machine Delivery Station and saw the old man standing right in front of me. I hesitated, unable to determine if this was real or not. The old man seemed to sense my doubts and directly recited the unique identification number he had assigned to me; it was the only number known only to the person who set it. I finally felt at ease.
"Did you meet another 'me'? That would be my brother. We used to work together at the Time Station, but I couldn't stand the way the bosses operated, so I took over this Time Machine Delivery Station. It has been many years since we last contacted each other," the old man reminisced.
After a long pause, the old man looked up at the device in my hand that contained crucial evidence. I stepped forward and handed it to him. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he connected it to the computer. The screen immediately displayed footage of animal experiments, real-time recordings, and the ruthless conversations of those greedy traders.
"These are..." The old man's voice trembled slightly, clearly shocked by the revealed truths.
I did not respond but kept my eyes glued to the screen, watching as those crimes that had once been hidden in darkness were laid bare for all to see. Scenes from thirty years later replayed—the monsters that had been created and the cold-blooded dialogues of the behind-the-scenes traders evoked feelings of anger and fear.
Standing before the screen, witnessing these exposed crimes, I understood that this was just the beginning. The enemy's foundation was deep-rooted; simple public condemnation could not shake them thoroughly. I needed to take stronger measures to ensure their conspiracy would not threaten our world again.
"You did well, child," the old man's tone revealed a hint of barely noticeable tension.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead. "The data may be gone, but the source remains. The conspiracy of the Time Station must be completely crushed."
The old man nodded. "What do you plan to do?"
"We must find them and put an end to this," I responded swiftly.
We acted quickly, using the evidence in our hands to expose the identity of the Time Station Boss and their crimes to the government and media. Public outrage was ignited, and calls for justice grew louder worldwide.
The information network of the delivery station was incredibly powerful; soon we received news that the bosses of Time Station felt unprecedented pressure. They began infighting, blaming each other, and some even attempted to flee.
"They're starting to panic," I said to the old man. "This is our opportunity; we can't let them escape."
I began using resources from the delivery station to track their movements and contacted allies of Time Station to monitor all communications and online activities related to Time Station.
"They're sending encrypted emails to each other; it looks like they're discussing escape plans," the old man said with a frown.
"We need to continue monitoring; we must find their secret meeting location." I knew that every piece of information could be crucial.
At the same time, we worked closely with law enforcement agencies, sharing intelligence and coordinating actions. Elite teams were on standby, ready to strike at a critical moment.
"We've coordinated with international police; they will be arrested immediately if they cross any borders," said the old man as he fought alongside me, his gaze resolute.
As our carefully laid trap gradually tightened, the bosses of Time Station realized they had nowhere left to run. Every move they made was under our surveillance, and every plan was thwarted in advance.
"Action!" I issued my final command.
Law enforcement teams struck simultaneously from all directions, capturing one boss after another from Time Station. Their crimes were made public, and their conspiracy was completely dismantled.
Standing at the scene where the mastermind was arrested, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief. "Old man, we did it!"
The old man smiled and patted my shoulder, "Yes, child, you did it!"
I took a deep breath, "Justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent."
When everything settled, I stood on the rooftop of the Time Machine Delivery Station, sunlight pouring down on me, warm and familiar. The sound of a text message notification broke the afternoon's tranquility. I opened the message and smiled at its content: "Time Machine Delivery Station reminds you that every step you take for justice has been etched in the river of time."
Unlike the text message notification that had once made my heart race, this time it brought peace and pride.
I recalled the mysterious package that had set me on this journey, that moment when I questioned my sanity. Now, I held the pickup number again, but this time I faced the unknown as a changer.
The old man stood beside me, his eyes filled with deep approval. His voice was hoarse yet relaxed, "You have not only changed the future but also altered the fate of us all."
I nodded, my heart full of gratitude. "Every package has its story," I said softly, "and we have just written a new one."
I watched the packages swirling in the delivery station; they no longer carried fear and uncertainty but hope and rebirth. The faces of those picking up their items were radiant with happiness, and I felt a profound sense of fulfillment and tranquility.
I took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, my heart brimming with anticipation for the future.
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