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

Lantau Island, Tai O.

Dim lights shone from a few dilapidated village houses. Under the banyan tree at the village entrance, several "villagers" dressed in vests and shorts were fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans, seemingly chatting about everyday matters. From a house further away, the clatter of mahjong tiles and the laughter and shouts of women could be faintly heard.

Everything looked so peaceful and down-to-earth, full of the unique vibrancy of Hong Kong Island and its outlying islands.

However, beneath this calm surface, a strong sense of impending doom is quietly approaching.

10 PM.

A dozen or so dark figures were slithering along the ground like lizards.

Leading the group was Eiji Tsukamoto. He had changed into a black tactical uniform, carrying an American M16 assault rifle, and still had the samurai sword, a symbol of the Tsukamoto family's honor, slung across his back. His eyes were bloodshot, a product of prolonged excitement and hatred.

Behind him was the Tsukamoto family's elite guard—ten retired special forces soldiers brought from Japan.

They wore bulletproof vests, carried submachine guns, and wore expressions of fanatical excitement. Around them were international assassins who had come for the one hundred million dollars—a bald man playing with grenades, a black man throwing knives, and a pair of notorious thieves disguised as a couple.

Although they were not subordinate to each other and even hostile to each other, they temporarily reached a tacit understanding in the face of their "prey".

"It's that old house up ahead," Tsukamoto Eiji said, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes as he looked at the location Martin had sent. "According to intelligence, it's that old man's old house, and there's only one exit."

"Listen!" Eiji Tsukamoto lowered his voice and said to the assassins around him, "Everyone, rely on your own skills. Whoever gets it keeps it, but I have one request—don't let them die too easily!"

"Don't worry, young master Tsukamoto."

The bald guy playing with grenades grinned, revealing a set of white teeth even brighter than his bald head. "I'll blow them to pieces and then put them back together for you to see."

"action!"

With a wave of his hand, Eiji Tsukamoto sent the group of desperados, under the cover of darkness, in a fan shape, creeping towards the center of the village.

They thought they were hunters, quietly approaching their unsuspecting prey.

Little did they know that from the moment they stepped into the village, countless cold eyes had already locked onto them from the shadows.

……

Under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village.

The "old man" who was playing chess suddenly stopped playing. A glint of shrewdness, incongruous with his age, flashed in his seemingly cloudy old eyes.

He was actually Tian Yangsheng in disguise.

The "drunkards" playing drinking games in front of the convenience store were Tian Yangyi, Tian Yangyong, and several top-notch reserve players from the distillery.

"The guests have arrived."

Tian Yangsheng said something in a low voice and tapped his finger lightly on the chessboard.

"Serve the food."

Just as the assassins reached the vicinity of the banyan tree, preparing to cross the area and strike at the heart of the enemy's lair...

A sudden change has occurred!

"Splash—!!!"

Tian Yangyi, who was drinking heavily, suddenly overturned the table. Beer bottles flew through the air, but in the instant they hit the ground, he pulled out a loaded AK-47 from under the table.

"beat!"

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—! ! !

The blinding flames instantly tore through the night sky.

A barrage of bullets rained down on the unsuspecting group of assassins.

At the same time, Tian Yangsheng, who was under the banyan tree, also dropped his disguise. He pulled out two submachine guns from under the chessboard, held them with both hands, and moved quickly while firing precise bursts.

"There's an ambush! It's a trap!"

"Counterattack! Counterattack now!"

The assassins, after all, were desperate criminals who lived on the edge of death. After the initial panic, they quickly found cover and began to fight back.

The bald man roared and pulled the pin on the grenade, intending to throw it into the food stall.

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot rang out from a distant high point.

The bald assassin's arm exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and the grenade flew out of his hand, landing at his own feet.

"Fuc..."

boom--!!!

A violent explosion rang out, and the bald man and the two unfortunate guys next to him were instantly blown away.

That was the sniper lying in ambush on the high ground—Gin (Kojo).

This was not a close, evenly matched battle, but a meticulously planned massacre.

The distillery's members worked seamlessly together, unleashing fierce firepower and occupying all the advantageous terrain. They not only had suppressive fire but also snipers for pinpoint elimination.

The assassins who came for the bounty, despite their exceptional individual combat skills, were instantly reduced to fish on the chopping block under the combined might of a regular army.

"Baka! Baka! Hold on!"

Eiji Tsukamoto hid behind a stone millstone, watching his men and hired assassins fall one by one, the madness in his eyes gradually turning into fear.

He realized he had fallen into a trap.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

Eiji Tsukamoto, dragging a bodyguard in front of him, tried to break through towards the village entrance.

However, he had only run a few steps.

A figure emerged from the side alley and blocked his way.

The man was dressed in a black combat uniform, wearing a distinctive tactical balaclava, and holding a still-smoking shotgun.

Seraphim.

Or, to put it another way, Inspector Chan Kwan of the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit.

On the night of the assassin conference, Chen Jun had figured everything out in the safe house. He went to the address on the black card and chose to join "The Distillery".

Since the law cannot punish demons, then become a demon yourself.

The reason why the gunshots on Lantau Island lasted so long tonight without the police arriving was because Chen Jun, using his position as "leader of the special operations team," reported incorrect information to the command center through a fictitious informant, causing a large number of police officers to be transferred to Sai Kung in the opposite direction.

"Eiji Tsukamoto."

Chen Jun's voice was icy, coming through the hood like a pronouncement from hell: "Your grandfather is hungry down there, so he wants you to go down and keep him company."

"It's you?! Seraph?!"

Eiji Tsukamoto recognized the figure and desperately raised his submachine gun, wanting to pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

Chen Jun's shotgun fired first.

The enormous impact blasted the gun out of Tsukamoto Eiji's hand, and half of his palm was also smashed.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Eiji Tsukamoto clutched his severed hand, letting out a piercing scream, and collapsed to his knees.

"No...don't kill me! I have money! That $100 million fund...I can give it to you! You can have it all!"

Tsukamoto Eiji wept uncontrollably. Faced with death, this arrogant madman finally broke down. "Not just those, but if you'll spare me, all of Tsukamoto's money is yours!"

Chen Jun didn't speak, but pressed the muzzle of his gun against Tsukamoto Eiji's forehead.

"Go downstairs and buy some salted duck eggs for your grandfather."

"Bang!"

Gunshot rang out, head exploded.

Eiji Tsukamoto's body fell backward, his eyes, filled with fear and greed, just like his grandfather's, dying with unfulfilled grievances.

……

With Eiji Tsukamoto's death, the remaining assassins completely lost the will to resist.

Ten minutes later, the gunfire gradually stopped.

The entire village reeked of gunpowder. The distillery workers began skillfully cleaning up the battlefield, repairing the guns, and erasing all traces.

"Well done."

Tian Yangsheng walked up to Chen Jun and handed him a bottle of water. "Welcome to the team."

Chen Jun removed his hood, revealing his resolute face, now covered in sweat. He took a sip of water, pointed to the corpse on the ground, and said, "What's next? This commotion can't be kept secret."

"The boss had already made all the arrangements."

Tian Yangsheng clapped his hands.

Several henchmen unloaded several men, bound hand and foot and gagged, from the truck behind. They were notorious drug dealers who sold heroin in Kowloon, and had already been dealt with, dressed in black like assassins from a distillery.

"This is..." Chen Jun's eyes narrowed.

"scapegoat."

Tian Yangsheng pointed to the scene, "We've staged the scene to make it look like Eiji Tsukamoto brought assassins here to hunt down Seraphim and the 'Drinkhouse' assassins, and a firefight broke out between the two sides."

"And you, the brave Inspector Chen, received the tip and rushed over. When your attempts to dissuade them failed and you were attacked, you led your men to decisively shoot and kill the last few bandits."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jun drew his sidearm, looking at the trembling drug dealers with no pity in his eyes. These people were the scum of society, deserving no mercy.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Five gunshots rang out.

Five drug dealers lay dead in pools of blood.

Chen Jun didn't rush to report. He first pulled out his mobile phone and called his most trusted subordinates, who shared the same ideals: "Da'ao, take the weapons and take the back road. Come quickly and claim the credit."

About ten minutes later, after confirming that his trusted confidants were in place and the scene was perfectly arranged, Chen Jun took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and pressed the talk button on the walkie-talkie. His voice instantly became anxious and hoarse.

"Calling headquarters! This is Chen Jun from the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit! Heavy gunfire has broken out in Tai O fishing village! Repeat, heavy gunfire! It appears to be Eiji Tsukamoto and his team fighting against 'Seraphs'! The scene is extremely chaotic. Requesting immediate support from the EU and PTU! We need ambulances! Over!"

……

The next morning.

Hong Kong Island is buzzing with excitement once again.

A shocking case! Eiji Tsukamoto brought to justice in Tai O!

Lone Hero! Senior Inspector Chen Jun Leads a Team to Eradicate an International Assassin Group!

The Governor's Office took the matter very seriously, but was mostly relieved.

That damned madman Tsukamoto is finally dead, and the farce of the revenge fund is over. Although many people died, the murderers were all "apprehended," and killed by police heroes no less. For the Hong Kong government, which was in a crisis of confidence, this was the perfect fig leaf.

The higher-ups in the West don't care who died or what the truth is. What they care about is solving the case, stabilizing society, and preserving their political achievements.

No one bothered to investigate who the dead "drinkhouse killers" were, nor did anyone care why Chen Jun and his men were able to receive the intelligence and arrive in Tai O in time. Besides, Lu Chen had spent a considerable amount of money bribing Chen Jun's foreign superior, and in the end, everyone tacitly ignored these matters.

Chen Jun was awarded the Medal of Valor and promoted to Chief Inspector, becoming the police force's brightest new star.

……

Kowloon, DOA headquarters.

The office door was pushed open.

Chen Jun, who had changed into casual clothes, walked in. His sharpness had become much more subdued, and he had become more profound.

Following behind him was Martin, the accountant, with a fawning smile on his face.

"Boss," Chen Jun greeted respectfully.

"sit."

Lu Chen pointed to the two suitcases on the sofa.

"This box on the left contains ten million US dollars." Lu Chen looked at Martin. "Martin, this is your payment. Also, welcome to the winery's finance department. We'll be having many overseas accounts managed by you in the future."

Martin stared wide-eyed at the box full of bright green US dollars, nodding repeatedly, "Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss! I will do my utmost!"

"This box on the right also contains ten million US dollars, as your share of the profits from this operation, Ah Jun," Lu Chen said, looking at Chen Jun. "The remaining eighty million US dollars have been transferred to the winery's offshore account as the organization's development fund."

Chen Jun didn't even look at the box, he just nodded: "I don't care about the money. I only care whether the distillery can deliver on its promises."

Time will tell.

Lu Chen walked up to Chen Jun and extended his hand.

"From this day forward, 'Seraph' is dead, she died on that rainy night on Lantau Island."

"Welcome new students, Mr. Chen."

Lu Chen stood up, walked to the wine cabinet, and poured three glasses of wine.

"Have you decided on a code name yet?"

Chen Jun took the glass and looked at the amber liquid inside. It was strong, spicy, yet had a long-lasting aftertaste of bourbon whiskey.

He remembered the torrential rain that night, the tragic deaths of Uncle Leung's entire family, and the revenge he had taken that night on Lantau Island.

He raised his glass and lightly clinked it against Lu Chen's.

"Bourbon."

"A good name."

Lu Chen laughed loudly and raised his glass to drink heartily.

"Homage to Bourbon, homage to justice, homage to...the new order."