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Unlike Huang Gou, who relentlessly exploits Chen Yongren, Lu Qichang, as a superior, not only takes responsibility but also puts himself in the shoes of his subordinates.

From the subordinate's perspective, this is undoubtedly a very good leader.

Otherwise, Chen Fan wouldn't have hesitated when he received Yuan Haoyun's invitation.

That afternoon, a secret meeting was held at the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB).

Only Lu Qichang and a few of Huang Zhicheng's trusted subordinates were present. Chen Fan, as the informant, was also involved.

Once the plan was finalized, everything returned to its usual rhythm.

The O-district officers continued to keep a low profile, keeping an eye on the Ni family from the outside, and even reduced the number of personnel, as if they had relaxed their vigilance.

This is undoubtedly what Ni Yongxiao wanted.

He has found out everything that happened that night, but the gunman is now nowhere to be found, and the lead to the phone call to Gandhi has also gone cold in the walled city.

But that doesn't matter. Ni Yongxiao has already decided to take this opportunity to send everyone, including Han Chen, to the underworld to be buried with his father.

However, something unexpected happened.

Tuesday night, at the Ni family villa.

Ni Yongxiao sat in his study, the ashtray in front of him overflowing with cigarette butts.

The microphone was still in my hand, and the busy tone kept ringing.

Just now, he received a call from the police station.

That was a mole planted by the Ni family in the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) for many years. It took them countless amounts of money and effort to get him to where he is today.

Countless facts have proven that it was worthwhile.

Thanks to the intelligence he received from the other party, Ni Yongxiao escaped many deadly dangers.

However, what really bothered him was how the police knew the transport route so thoroughly.

Because besides him and his third uncle, only the people in Thailand knew the exact arrival time; even Han Chen didn't know.

Blackie and Wen Zheng only knew that the goods would arrive, but they had no idea when or by which route.

Ni Yongxiao opened his eyes, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

"Third Uncle, the plans have changed. We'll be leaving early, Wednesday night."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"good!"

Almost at the same time that Ni Yongxiao revised his plan, Chen Fan, who was resting in the police dormitory, received the notification.

[Information Update: Ni Yongxiao has moved the time forward to Wednesday. The specific route is as follows...]

It's ahead of schedule?

Chen Fan sat up from the bed with a sullen face.

The system couldn't possibly malfunction. If it wasn't Ni Yongxiao suddenly acting strangely, then the contents of the previous meeting must have been leaked.

Compared to the former, the latter is undoubtedly much more likely.

Besides him, Huang Zhicheng and Lu Qichang were also present at the time, but these two can be ruled out.

So the rest are Water Ghost, Big Mouth, Jiang Yaowen, and those guys from Group A whose names I can't recall.

Chen Fan took a light breath.

There's a mole, huh? Then let's have some fun!

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Wednesday, 10 p.m.

The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) task force assembled in the underground parking lot of Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.

Lu Qichang and Huang Zhicheng stood at the front, followed by more than twenty plainclothes officers.

The atmosphere is off.

Usually, people would chat quietly, smoke, and joke before an operation, but tonight no one spoke.

Because everyone was notified to assemble fifteen minutes earlier, and all mobile phones were handed in upon arrival, leaving no room for anyone to make excuses.

Some were uneasy, some were puzzled, but no one dared to ask.

Chen Fan stood in Group B, with Song Zijie, Ma Jun, Chili, and Curry behind him.

Apart from Song Zijie, the other three were participating in an operation of this level for the first time.

Chili and curry's hands were trembling, but Ma Jun was very excited, his eyes shining brightly.

Lu Qichang's voice echoed in the parking lot, "At midnight tonight, a white container truck will depart from Tsim Sha Tsui Ferry Pier and travel along Canton Road toward Kwai Chung."

The vehicle contained unidentified quantity of Category 4D drugs smuggled from Thailand.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"The enemy may be armed, and heavy firepower cannot be ruled out. Everyone, please be careful, follow instructions during the operation, and do not act on your own."

Huang Zhicheng continued, "Group A will stay with me at the dock and follow the trucks after they get on the road."

Team B and Inspector Luk set up a roadblock on Canton Road. Remember, we want to catch them red-handed.

"action."

The convoy filed out of the parking lot.

Chen Fan sat in Lu Qichang's car, the neon lights outside the window casting streaks of light on the glass.

"Afan, who do you think it could be?"

"We'll see who makes an excuse to go to the bathroom later; it's also possible he'll choose to continue lying low."

"well..."

Lu Qichang sighed. The people in the conference room that day were all old friends he had known for many years.

Although they are nominally subordinates, they are actually comrades-in-arms and brothers.

The thought of a traitor among them made him feel extremely distressed.

"Thanks to you this time, otherwise we might have really come up empty-handed. Having obtained intelligence twice in a row, will your friend be in trouble?"

"Don't worry, Officer Lu, he's not at the Ni family's house."

"That's good."

Lu Qichang nodded and said nothing more.

Time passed slowly, and both groups A and B soon arrived at the designated location.

Chen Fan and the other men set up a roadblock. If the plan went smoothly, they would intercept the Ni family's drug-carrying vehicle at around 11:15.

But the person who can be selected by Ni Yongxiao to do this kind of thing must have an exceptionally keen sense of perception.

Huang Zhicheng and his Group A members started following them from the dock, and it only took about five minutes for them to be discovered.

"The target didn't take Canton Road, it turned onto Haiphong Road. I repeat, the target didn't take Canton Road, it turned onto Haiphong Road!"

The container truck is speeding up.

Although Haiphong Road is narrower than Guangdong Road, there are not many cars at this point, so it's easier to drive.

What's more troublesome is that this road passes through a large shopping mall—New Harbour Center.

"We can't let them into the downtown area."

At this moment, Huang Zhicheng showed his decisiveness, his voice crackling through the walkie-talkie: "Team B, block them from the front; we'll intercept them from behind, force them to stop!"

Lu Qichang reacted quickly, urging everyone to get in the car. Chen Fan remained in the passenger seat, while Ma Jun and Da Zui sat in the back.

"Attention all units! The target vehicle is speeding away and is heading towards Guangdong Road along Haiphong Road! Requesting backup!"

The voice on the walkie-talkie grew increasingly urgent.

Lu Qichang jerked the steering wheel, turning the car around in a 180° turn, leaving a long tire mark on the ground.

Chen Fan gripped the handle on the roof tightly, and thanks to his much stronger physique, he wasn't greatly affected.

The two people behind them were in trouble; caught off guard, they crashed hard into the seats.

With Lu Qichang leading the way, the remaining cars quickly turned around and followed him to the location reported by Group A.

Just then, Chen Fan saw a white figure suddenly rush out from the intersection ahead through the windshield.

The container truck turned off Haiphong Road, its tires screeching, and the truck tilted so high it almost overturned.

"It's coming!"

Big Mouth screamed in fright.

"Shut up!"

Lu Qichang jerked the steering wheel, moving away just before being hit.

The container truck almost grazed their front end as it passed.

"All units, the target has broken through the first line of defense and is heading towards the New Port center!"

Lu Qichang grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted something in a low voice, then stepped on the gas and continued to chase after them relentlessly.

At this point, it no longer matters who the mole is; as long as we seize that car, all problems can be solved.

Ten minutes later.

Newport Centre.

The mall was already closed at this time, but there were still many men and women shopping on the surrounding streets.

The container truck rushed into the area like a wild beast out of control, and pedestrians screamed and scattered in all directions.

"It needs to go into the parking lot!"

Huang Zhicheng's voice came through the walkie-talkie, "Container trucks can't enter the mall, but the underground parking lot—"

Before he could finish speaking, the container truck had already crashed through the parking lot barrier, its massive body wedged at the entrance, and its front end slammed into the wall.

The driver slammed on the gas, the tires screeching on the concrete, emitting a burnt smell, and finally managed to squeeze in.

"Get out of the car! Pursue them on foot!"

Lu Qichang gave the order, pulled open the car door, and chased after them.

Police officers from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) surged in from all directions, guns already in their hands.

Chen Fanchong was at the front, followed closely by Song Zijie and Ma Jun.

Chili and curry were told to stay outside and block the entrances and exits.

The two were somewhat reluctant, but since the speaker was Lu Qichang, they dared not disobey.

Entering the underground parking lot, the lighting was dim, and the container trucks were parked crookedly in Zone B, with the container doors already open.

"The goods have been moved."

Chen Fan glanced at the empty shipping container. "The truck is bait."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a gunshot rang out.

The bullet came from deep inside the parking lot, hitting a concrete pillar and sending debris flying.

Chen Fan instinctively lunged behind a car, and Song Zijie and Ma Jun also found cover.

"At least four people!"

Ma Jun peeked out from behind the car, then quickly pulled back in, a bullet whizzing past his ear.

"It's Ni Qizhi!"

Chen Fan was positioned near the front, so he could easily spot the figures opposite him.

One of the older men, holding a shotgun, was Ni Yongxiao's third uncle.

This old guy actually delivered the goods himself!

"Police! Drop your weapons!"

Lu Qichang shouted from behind.

He was met with a burst of bullets.

Uncle Ni and his men fought their way back, moving towards another exit of the parking lot.

Their goal wasn't to win, but to escape.

The goods have been hidden. As long as the people escape, the Ni family will still have a chance.

But Chen Fan didn't intend to give that chance.

"Ma Jun, go around to the right. Zi Jie, cover me."

Before the two could react, Chen Fan rushed out from behind the cover.

He ran very fast, but not in a straight line; he ran in a zigzag pattern.

The bullets followed the footsteps, hitting the ground, the car, and the wall, always a beat too late.

Ni Qizhi spotted him and turned his shotgun around.

Chen Fan didn't stop; instead, he raised his pistol while running.

The effective range of the .38 caliber missile is only 30 meters, and it is currently about 25 meters away from the target.

boom!

The bullet struck Ni Qizhi's shoulder, and the shotgun flew out of his hand.

The old man groaned and stumbled, crashing into a car next to him.

His men tried to help him up, but Song Zijie shot them back with two shots.

Ma Jun circled around from the right to the side and punched one of the armed assailants in the face, knocking him unconscious without him even uttering a sound.

The other tried to run, but Ma Jun tackled him from behind, knocking his head to the ground and rendering him motionless.

The remaining two exchanged a glance, threw down their guns, and crouched down with their hands behind their heads.

Ni Qizhi leaned against the car, the blood on his shoulder staining half of his clothes red.

He stared at Chen Fan, his eyes showing no fear, only the ruthlessness of an old-school江湖人 (jianghu person, a term referring to a person from the martial arts world).

"You're the cop who killed Gandhi?"

Chen Fan did not answer; the gun was still pointed at him.

"Ha, the victor is king, the loser is villain. I'll be waiting for you down there!"

After speaking, Ni Qizhi made a gesture as if he were about to draw his gun.

Chen Fan's eyes narrowed, and he decisively pulled the trigger.

Ni Qizhi had a hole between his eyebrows, his eyes were still wide open, and his body slowly slid down, leaving a long trail of blood on the car door.

The parking lot fell silent instantly.

Song Zijie opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.

Ma Jun dragged the two unconscious thugs together, looked up at them, and his eyes were full of the expression of a fanboy seeing his idol.

Lu Qichang rushed over from behind and paused slightly when he saw the corpse on the ground.

"He was just pulling out a gun."

Chen Fan turned to explain.

"You don't need to shoot me in the head when you draw your gun!"

Lu Qichang sighed helplessly.

He realized that Chen Fan had many good qualities, but only one bad point.

That means doing things in an extreme way.

From the first time I was featured in the newspaper until now, I haven't had a single living person working under me.

The only time I held back was when I encountered a few short mules who were slashing people on the road.

This style of operation is not a good thing now that the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) is wielding increasing power.

However, there's no need to worry too much right now, as the Major Crimes Unit has even tougher opponents, who are still police officers.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the port city.

Ni Family Villa.

Ni Yongxiao sat on the sofa in the living room, while the television screen showed footage of a gunfight at the New Harbour Center.

The reporter connected live from the scene, with flashing police lights and cordoned-off areas in the background.

The camera pans across the subdued criminals, the stretcher covered by a white sheet, and the young police officer standing in the middle of the crowd being interviewed.

He recognized him at a glance; it was Chen Fan, whom he had met briefly that night.

"We received reliable intelligence that a criminal gang was using container trucks to transport large quantities of drugs. During the operation, the gang resisted arrest and opened fire on our personnel, which we returned fire in accordance with the law..."

Chen Fan was being interviewed by Yue Huizhen. At that moment, he looked serious and restrained, and his words were perfectly confidential.

Just then, the television screen cut to a shot of the body being carried out.

The white sheet covering him from head to toe completely concealed any information, but the gold Rolex on his wrist hanging on the side of the stretcher was still clearly visible.

Ni Yongxiao's hands were trembling.

It wasn't fear, but anger.

This was his 40th birthday gift to Ni Qizhi.

Therefore, the man on the stretcher was my third uncle.

His third uncle, who took him to the streets when he was young, taught him to read, and took beatings from his father in his place.

He was now lying in a dilapidated ambulance, covered with a dirty white sheet, looking like a bag of trash that had been thrown away.

Ni Yongxiao slowly stood up, walked to the liquor cabinet, poured a glass of whiskey, and gently tasted it.

After finishing his drink, he calmed down, picked up the phone on the cabinet, and dialed a number.

"Mr. Ni?"

Han Chen, who was waiting for his goods at the dock, had no idea what was happening.

"Where are you?"

Ni Yongxiao said softly, as always.

There was no sound from Han Chen on the other end of the phone, only the sound of waves crashing against the shore.