You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

Tianyu International Building, 42nd floor.

Chairman Zhao's real name is Zhao Kunyuan, he is 53 years old and is the actual operator of the southern region of Tianqiong Group.

In his early years, this man had been involved in arms smuggling on the border and had at least three lives on his hands. Later, he was recruited by Chu Tianxiong and sent to Jiangcheng City to oversee the operation.

At this moment, Zhao Kunyuan was sitting on a leather sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, swirling a glass of Louis XIII in his hand.

He was waiting for good news from the night owl.

According to the plan, Night Owl should have completed his mission two hours ago—kidnapping the female forensic doctor, filming a video and sending it to Lin Chen, then luring the snake out of its hole and solving the problem once and for all.

But the owl's communicator remained silent.

Zhao Kunyuan frowned, put down his wine glass, and picked up the satellite phone on the table.

He dialed three times, but no one answered.

An ominous premonition began to spread in his chest.

"Chairman Zhao, something seems amiss outside."

His bodyguard suddenly poked half his head in from the doorway, his voice visibly tense.

Zhao Kunyuan stood up and walked to the other floor-to-ceiling window to look down.

At the base of the building, a dozen black riot police vehicles were rapidly closing in in a well-trained formation on the plaza.

The blue police lights on the roof flashed in the darkness of the early morning, so bright they were unsettling.

Zhao Kunyuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Seal off the elevator! Activate the safe house protocol!"

Zhao Kunyuan kicked over the coffee table and pulled out a silver Browning pistol from under the sofa cushions.

But it was all too late.

The fire escape door on the 42nd floor was smashed open by a demolition hammer.

"boom!"

The iron gate flew out and smashed into the marble wall of the corridor, sending shards of stone flying.

Fully armed special police surged into the building like a tidal wave, shields, submachine guns, tactical flashlights—a standardized intrusion procedure was completed within fifteen seconds.

"Don't move! Hands behind your head! Lie down!"

The shouts of the SWAT officers filled the entire floor.

Zhao Kunyuan's bodyguards had no time to react before they were tackled to the ground, their hands cuffed behind their backs, and the metal handcuffs snapped shut.

Wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a gun, Su Qingge followed the assault team straight to Zhao Kunyuan's office.

The moment she pushed open the door, the scene she saw made her stop in her tracks.

Zhao Kunyuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his left arm tightly wrapped around the neck of a young woman.

That was his personal secretary, a young woman in her early twenties, who was trembling with fear and her face was deathly pale.

Zhao Kunyuan held a gun in his right hand, the muzzle pressed against his secretary's temple.

Browning's safety was off, his index finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

"Don't come any closer! Stand back!"

Zhao Kunyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his neck were bulging.

He knew he was finished.

The owl went missing, and the police suddenly surrounded the building, indicating that all the arrangements had been exposed.

But he was unwilling to surrender so easily.

"Get me a helicopter! Land on the rooftop within five minutes! Or I'll blow her up right now!"

The secretary let out a suppressed sob, tears streaming down her face.

Su Qingge pointed her gun at Zhao Kunyuan, but she dared not fire.

Zhao Kunyuan shielded his secretary in front of him, only revealing half of her head and a section of her arm.

From this angle, even if Su Qingge herself went up, she wouldn't be confident that she wouldn't hurt the hostages.

"Everyone keep your distance! The negotiation team, come up here!"

Su Qingge quickly gave orders into the walkie-talkie, while simultaneously gesturing for the special police to retreat two steps.

When Zhao Kunyuan saw the SWAT team retreat, a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

"Team Leader Su, right? I know you."

Zhao Kunyuan licked his chapped lips.

"In your Jiangcheng police force, there are only a handful who can actually fight and kill. Do you think I'll just surrender obediently when you've cornered me?"

"Let me tell you, when I, Zhao Kunyuan, was carrying a gun on the border, you were still wearing open-crotch pants!"

He pressed the gun barrel against the secretary's temple again, and the girl screamed in pain.

Su Qingge's teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, but she forced herself to remain calm.

"Zhao Kunyuan, calm down. Harming hostages will only make your crime more serious—"

"Stop giving me that nonsense! Helicopter! Five minutes!"

Zhao Kunyuan interrupted her and stepped back towards the French windows.

Behind him was the floor-to-ceiling glass of the 42nd floor, and that glass was bulletproof.

The sniper's report came through Su Qingge's walkie-talkie.

"Team Leader Su, the target is hiding behind bulletproof glass. Our position doesn't provide an effective firing line, and he's using hostages to block his view, leaving no opening for firing."

Su Qingge's hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

This is a dead end.

A thought flashed through her mind—Where is Lin Chen?

Just then, her phone vibrated at her waist.

A short message.

Sender: Lin Chen.

The content consists of only four characters.

[Make way at the window.]