Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

Hong Kong Island, Kowloon.

As night fell, the neon lights of Victoria Harbour were somewhat blurred by a sudden downpour.

Lu Chen, who had just flown back from Rome, did not return to his warm villa or go to the headquarters of Jiahe. Instead, he had his car driven directly to that inconspicuous gray building in the Yau Tsim Mong District—the headquarters of DOA Company.

Second floor tactical command room.

The curtains were drawn, and several high-powered radios were flashing their signal lights. The air was thick with the smell of tobacco and gun oil.

"Boss."

Upon seeing Lu Chen push the door open and enter, Fourth Brother (Rum), who was wearing a headset and giving instructions, immediately stood up.

"How is the situation?"

Lu Chen took off his slightly rain-dampened trench coat and walked to the huge Kowloon map. On the map, a skyscraper in Tsim Sha Tsui was heavily circled in red—Tsukamoto Building.

"Everything is proceeding according to plan," Fourth Brother reported. "Today is the first day that old ghost has arrived in Hong Kong. According to inside intelligence, he is suffering from jet lag due to his age, so he will not be going out tonight and will be staying in the bulletproof lounge on the top floor."

"What about the security situation?"

"The exterior is relaxed, but the interior is tight. There are at least fifty bodyguards in the building, all retired special forces soldiers brought from Japan by the Tsukamoto Group. The surveillance system is also the latest." Fourth Brother pointed to several red dots on the map. "However, for our 'wine,' none of this is a problem."

Lu Chen nodded and picked up the walkie-talkie on the table.

"Gin, report your location." Lu Chen pressed the call button.

"Ready in position."

The walkie-talkie crackled with Kozo's (Gin) calm, icy voice: "Across from the Tsukamoto Building, on the rooftop of the Regent Hotel. Wind speed 3, humidity 70%, good visibility, ready to provide support at any time."

"very good."

Lu Chen's gaze shifted to the other two code names on the map.

"Tequila (Little Rich), Cohen (Feng Yuxiu), this is your debut since joining the distillery, don't embarrass me."

"Don't worry, boss." Xiao Fu's honest voice carried a hint of suppressed excitement. "I can definitely bring myself to do it this time. Tonight, I'll use this old devil's head as a sacrifice."

"Within half an hour," Feng Yuxiu's voice was even more concise, tinged with a strong sense of bloodshed, "I guarantee I'll take down that Japanese soldier!"

"Okay, be careful."

Just then, one of the underlings responsible for intelligence surveillance in the corner suddenly shouted, "Boss, something's up!"

"explain."

"The target you asked us to keep an eye on—Chen Jun from the West Kowloon Major Crimes Unit—has just made a move."

The younger brother pointed to a photo that had just been faxed over; it was blurry because it was taken in the rainy night. "He suddenly went back to the safe house in Sham Shui Po half an hour ago. When he came out, he had changed his gear, wearing a black balaclava and carrying a gun holster... Judging from his movement, he was heading towards the Tsukamoto Building!"

"Oh?"

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow, a playful smile playing on his lips. "Looks like great minds think alike."

Chen Jun, the Seraph in the movie "King of Killers," is also a legendary police instructor. He possesses top-notch skills, a sharp mind, and an overwhelming sense of justice. Disillusioned with the rule of foreigners and social injustice, he chooses to become an extrajudicial enforcer. Lu Chen wants to recruit such a talent and also use him as a "spy" within the police force.

Lu Chen made a quick decision and handed over command to his fourth brother, "Rum, you keep an eye on things here. If the Seraphim interfere, tell Xiao Fu and the others to keep their distance and avoid accidentally hurting anyone."

"Understood." Fourth Brother understood that Lu Chen had developed a love for money, and immediately went down to make arrangements.

Lu Chen straightened his trench coat, turned and walked outside: "Asheng, come with me to his safe house and wait for his triumphant return."

……

Tsim Sha Tsui, Tsukamoto Building.

The torrential rain and thunderous roar perfectly masked the sounds of all evil.

The monitoring room was located on the twentieth floor of the building. Four Japanese bodyguards in black suits were staring at the screens covering the walls, occasionally exchanging a few words in Japanese, their expressions rather relaxed. After all, in their view, this building was impregnable, not even a fly could get in.

"Sizzle—"

A very faint, unusual noise suddenly came from the air vent above my head.

Before one of the bodyguards could even look up, two dark figures descended from the sky like ghosts.

A flash of cold light.

There were no screams, only the faint sound of a sharp blade cutting into the trachea.

The dark figure on the left was Feng Yuxiu. At this moment, he was like a bloodthirsty beast, his dagger held in reverse, precisely slicing open the throats of two bodyguards. The dagger was coated with a special neurotoxin made by the distillery. The two men didn't even have time to struggle before collapsing limply into their chairs, their eyes glazed over.

On the right is Xiao Fu. Compared to Feng Yuxiu's brutality, he is more like a precise machine. The moment he landed, he had already pulled the trigger twice with the silenced pistol in his hand.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The remaining two bodyguards were shot between the eyebrows and died instantly.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

"Cleanup complete."

Xiao Fu spoke softly into his headset. His voice was honest and simple, but it sounded somewhat eerie in this situation.

"The surveillance system has been compromised," Feng Yuxiu said methodically, cutting off the surveillance lines with a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "It's really satisfying to kill these Japanese devils."

"Don't linger, let's go to the top floor," Xiao Fu reminded him. "The objective is our priority."

The two men, like two black ghosts, surged upwards down the stairwell.

The patrolling bodyguards along the way, whether they were on the lookout or in hiding, didn't even have time to draw their guns when they encountered these two top experts.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, acted like two sharp knives, quickly clearing away the defensive forces of this layer.

Wherever they went, there were only muffled thuds of corpses falling to the ground; no alarms were triggered.

Finally, they arrived at the door of the CEO's lounge on the top floor.

"Break down the door."

Xiao Fu made a hand gesture.

Just as the two were about to place the directional explosives.

"Splash—!!!"

Suddenly, the skylight glass above our heads shattered, and countless shards fell like raindrops.

A dark figure, gripping a rope, descended from the sky, kicked open the mahogany door, and rushed into the house.

The figure was dressed in a black combat uniform, wearing a tactical balaclava, and holding a modified shotgun.

It was the Seraphim (Chen Jun) who came to "steal the monster".

Xiao Fu and Feng Yuxiu exchanged a glance, and without any hesitation, rushed in after them.

Inside the house, the old man Tsukamoto, who was enjoying a geisha massage, was terrified by the series of events. He scrambled into a safe house enclosed by bulletproof glass.

"Baka! Guards! Come here!"

Tsukamoto frantically pressed the alarm in the glass room, but outside it was already deathly silent.

In the lounge, three uninvited guests stood in a triangular formation, their guns pointed at Tsukamoto, but they were wary of each other out of the corner of their eyes.

Seraphim clearly hadn't expected anyone else to come and kill Tsukamoto. His eyes narrowed, and he was about to raise his gun to aim at Kofuku.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Xiao Fu lowered his voice and pointed to Tsukamoto in the glass room, "Let's get to work."

The Seraphim paused for a moment, then nodded.

Since we share the same goal, let's kill this old devil first.

"Who are you?!"

Inside the glass enclosure, Tsukamoto, glaring at the three murderous figures outside, forced a calm demeanor and roared, "I'm the president of the Tsukamoto Group! I have plenty of money! How much did the people who sent you pay? I'll give you three times! No! Ten times!"

But no one paid him any attention.

Seeing that his attempts to bribe them had failed, Tsukamoto's face twisted into a grimace: "I must remind you, I have established a $100 million revenge fund! It will activate automatically once I die! Assassins from all over the world will hunt you down! It will be a fight to the death!"

"Noisy."

Feng Yuxiu coldly uttered two words and suddenly threw the dagger in his hand.

"when!"

The dagger struck the bulletproof glass, sending sparks flying, but it failed to penetrate.

"Hahaha! This is special bulletproof glass! Even an assault rifle can't break it!" Tsukamoto felt a little relieved seeing this. "I've already called the police! They'll be here soon!"

"Yeah?"

I heard Gin's voice coming from the building across the street through my headphones.

"Cohen, Tequila, get out of the way!"

Xiao Fu and Feng Yuxiu dodged to the sides almost simultaneously.

"Bang--!!!"

A deep, loud gunshot rang out, tearing through the night sky like thunder.

That was the roar of the Barrett M82 anti-materiel sniper rifle.

The specially designed steel-core bullet, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, instantly covered a distance of hundreds of meters and slammed into the bulletproof glass.

"Splash!"

The supposedly strongest special glass was as fragile as a sheet of paper in front of this scythe of death.

The bullet pierced the glass, its momentum undiminished, and shattered half of Tsukamoto's body. The old man's maniacal laughter froze on his face, turning into scattered pieces of flesh.

mission completed.

The seraph glanced at the corpse on the ground without uttering a word. He took out a card with an angel's image from his pocket and tossed it beside the body; it was his mark.

Then, he cautiously took two steps back, gave Xiao Fu and Feng Yuxiu a deep look, turned around, jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the night.

Xiao Fu and Feng Yuxiu did not pursue the matter.

Xiao Fu pulled a miniature tequila bottle out of his pocket, while Feng Yuxiu put down a small bottle engraved with the word "Cohen".

The two exchanged a glance, quickly cleaned up the scene, and disappeared into the stairwell.

……

Half an hour later.

Sham Shui Po, an old tenement building.

Chen Jun (Seraph) dragged his exhausted body back to his safe house. Although he was soaked in sweat, his nerves were still on edge. The pressure from those two mysterious assassins had been immense; their skills were far beyond those of third-rate killers, even more terrifying than the top mercenaries he had ever encountered.

He recalled the two bottles of wine the two men had left behind, his mind filled with doubt.

Chen Jun habitually didn't open the door first, but instead checked the hair in the crack under the door—it was still there, meaning no one had come in.

He breathed a sigh of relief, pushed open the door, and found the room pitch black. He was just about to reach for the light switch.

"Don't move."

A deep voice echoed in the darkness.

"Click".

Before he could finish speaking, two cold pistols were instantly pressed against the back of his head.

Those were Tian Yangsheng and Tian Yangyi, who had been lying in wait here all along.

Chen Jun froze and raised his hands. He never imagined that even during the most cautious time of his life, someone would still find his hideout.

"Smack."

The living room lights are on.

The sudden light made Chen Jun squint.

After he got used to it, he realized that there was a man sitting on his old sofa.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored black trench coat, wearing a white mask, and holding a cup of instant coffee that he had taken from his cabinet. He was as elegant as if he were in his own living room.

"Mr. Seraphim, or rather... Inspector Chen."

Lu Chen put down the coffee cup he had been using to show off and intimidate, his eyes behind the mask smiling as he looked at the most mysterious assassin policeman in Hong Kong.

"I've admired you for a long time."