Hong Kong film: Refusing to go undercover, the policeman's path to becoming the richest man.

Chapter 65: Secret Police Meeting Ignites Gang Warfare; Ni Kun's Old Case and the Undercover Agent's Battleground

"Brother Bang, perhaps this is the opportunity Lau Kin-ming has been waiting for to launch a counterattack!"

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Abang's heart skipped a beat: "You mean, he's no longer holding back because he feels the time is right to turn the tables?"

Yang Jinrong nodded slightly: "Brother Chu taught me before that before arranging an arrest operation, the first thing to do is to assess the situation, and the second thing to do is to understand the opponent's personality."

"Liu Jianming is an undercover agent; his personality is characterized by his ability to endure."

"So the fact that he hasn't made a move precisely shows that he has already seen an opportunity to turn things around."

"No matter what happens, forbearance should always be the first priority."

Once his identity is exposed, he won't even leave behind a trace of his remains.

"This is the fundamental reason why Brother Chu has been able to remain calm and composed."

Abang nodded repeatedly: "That makes sense!"

Yang Jinrong adjusted his glasses, his gaze calm yet sharp, exuding an air of strategic planning.

"What happens next is easier to figure out."

"We can infer what intelligence Liu Jianming has by observing his movements."

"Since he has started taking action, it means he believes Huang Zhicheng is ready to strike, and the time has come for him to retaliate!"

"Bang, what do you think?"

Abang gave a thumbs up, expressing his sincere admiration: "You truly are the most composed person in our group. I agree with everything you say."

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Indeed, none of those who managed to escape unscathed from undercover missions back then were simple characters.

Not just anyone is qualified to be an undercover agent; you have to be one of the best in the police academy.

To be able to remain calm and discreet, and skillfully avoid being chosen as a trap, at that passionate age—such a person is simply outrageous.

Group C has produced two such individuals in one go!

He Chu frowned in thought: "But the problem is, what information made Liu Jianming think that Huang Zhicheng was going to make a move against him?"

Yang Jinrong and Abang both shook their heads: "It's not clear yet."

"But one thing is certain: Huang Zhicheng has been keeping a closer eye on him recently."

The other party had almost completely figured out Liu Jianming's lifestyle and daily routine.

He Chu nodded slowly: "A month is enough time to thoroughly understand a person's habits."

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Abang and Yang Jinrong exchanged glances and asked in unison, "Brother Chu, what have you thought of?"

He Chu's expression was subtle: "Have you considered that—as an undercover agent, Liu Jianming might have left himself a way out? Some kind of self-protection?"

Abang blurted out, "Of course."

He Chu's lips curled into a slight smile: "Would he still arrange his life so rigidly?"

"I just saw the information submitted by the paparazzi. Lau Kin-ming's daily actions are as precise as if they were measured with a ruler."

"It's as if he carries around a tightly packed schedule."

"Follow the instructions exactly, not a day off, day after day."

Yang Jinrong's brow twitched: "Brother Chu, do you mean—this pattern is actually being deliberately staged for someone?"

At this moment, Liu Jianming, dressed in a crisp military uniform, casually finished his duty and walked out of the police station.

He knew perfectly well that Huang Zhicheng was hiding in a car by the roadside, watching his every move.

A slight, mocking smile played on his lips.

As a uniformed police officer, Huang Zhicheng dared not make any rash moves.

If it were a regular thug, they wouldn't care who you are; they would have already thrown a punch.

Those hotheads are just as ignorant as I was when I was young; they have no idea how terrifying the power behind the police force is.

Their favorite thing to do is yell at patrolling police officers late at night, "After midnight, I'm in charge of this street!"

That's utterly insane!

You think you're in charge after midnight? Then go be king in the underworld!

But Wong Chi-shing is different. He was a senior inspector in the police force, and he knows how to conduct himself properly and is aware of the consequences.

He would never lay a hand on the uniform.

On the surface, military uniforms may not hold the same rank as civilian officers, but their numbers are far greater.

In a police station, more than 70% of the officers are uniformed.

Who would dare to provoke such a massive system?

If Wong Chi-shing dared to attack Lau Kin-ming in broad daylight, he would face a full-scale crackdown by the entire police force.

Police vehicles, special police, major crime squads, and support troops were all deployed.

It's no use him escaping to the ends of the earth.

Han Chen would not protect him; instead, he would silence him immediately or hand him over to quell the situation.

Huang Zhicheng knew very well that Han Chen was not stupid and would never take the blame for him.

At that moment, Huang Zhicheng was indeed sitting in an inconspicuous car parked by the roadside.

He frowned, his gaze complex as he watched Liu Jianming walk past him, his eyes surging with murderous intent, yet he remained motionless.

To be honest, he had never met anyone with such a regular, almost rigid lifestyle as Liu Jianming.

This life is like a spiritual practice.

Six out of seven days a week, I stay indoors studying, practicing shooting, and improving myself.

On my only day off, I might go to a bar for a drink at most, but I would never overindulge or lose control.

With this level of self-discipline, you're telling me he's an undercover agent in the underworld?

Are you kidding me!

With that kind of willpower, why didn't you go to police academy instead of joining a gang?

The more Huang Zhicheng thought about it, the more troublesome it seemed.

People who are too self-disciplined are the most feared.

A person who neither smokes nor drinks and lives a routine life is often more difficult to deal with than an opponent who is indulgent and decadent.

Such people have excellent physical fitness, abundant energy, and an iron will, making them extremely difficult to defeat.

Liu Jianming was at that age—young, strong, and clear-headed, in the prime of his life.

If you try to harm him, you risk backfiring on yourself.

Huang Zhicheng almost considered bringing in two more people to finish him off.

He was fifteen years younger than Liu Jianming. Time had already quietly taken away his peak, while the other was stepping into his golden age.

A head-on confrontation would not yield a high chance of victory.

Fortunately, he remembered the importance of the task in time and suppressed the urge to call more people.

"This kind of self-disciplined guy is really annoying."

Huang Zhicheng muttered something under his breath.

Why didn't I encounter such a capable subordinate back then?

If I had such a ruthless character under my command, why would I have to be so cautious and careful in everything I do?

Unfortunately, this person was a spy that Han Chen had planted next to him.

Can't delay any longer.

We must act as soon as possible.

Recently, Ni Yongxiao has frequently appeared in newspapers, becoming the most glamorous new tycoon in Hong Kong.

The tabloids dug up everything, even bringing up his father Ni Kun's past, making it known throughout the city.

Mary also told him that there were many new faces around Ni Yongxiao, and the number of private spies had increased several times over.

Huang Zhicheng sensed danger.

If it had been any later, and Ni Yongxiao had followed the clues and traced them back to Liu Jianming—

The consequences would be unimaginable.

Everyone on Han Chen's side will be doomed.

He silently lit a cigarette, his gaze fixed ahead—Liu Jianming had entered a shooting club.

This guy has spent most of his expenses on this.

This is one of the reasons why Huang Zhicheng never dared to underestimate him.

He came from the police force and knew very well that marksmanship wasn't something you could learn through practice, but rather through firing bullet after bullet.

During his surveillance, he discovered that Liu Jianming spent at least ten days a month at the club.

What about when he wasn't watching? A full two years —

Huang Zhicheng frowned: "If only we had a little more time—"

Two days ago, Mary suddenly called and said that Ni Yongxiao had officially announced at the family meeting that the Ni family was going to completely whitewash its business and transfer all its shady businesses to Han Chen.

The news caused an uproar among Gandhi's group of elders.

But Ni Yongxiao is no longer the same person he used to be, and no one dares to contradict him to his face.

Despite their dissatisfaction, they could only keep it to themselves and complain privately after the meeting.

Huang Zhicheng knew he had to act quickly and get back to help Han Chen stabilize the situation.

If the leader cannot hold his position, the leader will also suffer the consequences.

Thinking of Han Chen, he felt a sense of absurdity.

The two grew up together and, while not particularly close, had a good relationship.

One put on a police uniform, the other went down the dark path; they seemed to be going in opposite directions, but they never really broke off relations.

Even in covert power struggles, they always leave room for maneuver.

He never imagined that one day he would turn around and join Han Chen's side, even becoming the latter's most trusted confidant.

At first, he wondered why Han Chen valued him so much.

It was only later that I realized that in their early years, the two were actually equals: he was a powerful figure in the police force, while Han Chen was a rising star in the underworld, and they were evenly matched.

Once he leaves the police force and joins Han Chen's faction, it would be unreasonable for Han Chen not to give him a leading position.

Otherwise, what will outsiders say? Someone who suppressed Han Chen for so many years is now not even a leader?

Wouldn't that make it seem like Han Chen can't even suppress his old rivals?

Adding to their childhood friendship, and with Mary mediating between them, Han Chen readily gave him the position.

Since you've chosen this path, you must be self-aware enough to be a decent human being.

Since you are serving others, you must know your place.

Otherwise, what's the point?

"This kid must be eliminated."

"I need to free up my hands and go back to help Brother Chen stabilize the situation."

Just as Huang Zhicheng made up his mind, the phone rang.

It's Mary.

"Liu Jianming just called me."

Huang Zhicheng's heart tightened, but he feigned calmness in his tone: "What did he say?"

Mary's voice was low: "He said that you already know about Ni Kun's affairs and have ulterior motives, so he told me to be more wary of you."

Huang Zhicheng paused for a moment, but his expression remained unchanged: "Brother Chen's eye for talent is always spot on."

"I've been watching him for so long, and he still managed to find a clue. He's not that simple."

Did he say anything else?

Mary replied, "He asked me for a gun whose trajectory couldn't be detected."

Huang Zhicheng was suddenly shocked: "You gave it to me?"

Mary replied crisply, "I gave it to you."

Huang Zhicheng suddenly roared, "Are you out of your mind?!"

"Liu Jianming asked you for a gun; it's obvious he's after me!"

"You actually gave him the gun?"

"He was trying to kill me with that weapon!"

Mary's tone was as calm as a dry well: "The gun I gave him couldn't even fire."

After firing the last round of bullets, Liu Jianming looked at the densely packed nine and ten rings on the target paper and nodded in satisfaction.

All that hard work over such a long time has finally paid off.

Since the day he put on his police uniform, he has never relaxed his shooting training.

The police profession may seem glamorous on the surface, but it is actually fraught with danger; and Hong Kong Island is a place where one dances on the edge of a knife, where gunshots are as common as setting off firecrackers.

Not to mention anything far away, just his old classmate He Chu was almost shot down during a routine patrol.

After that incident, Liu Jianming made up his mind to set aside time each month to practice shooting.

As a police officer, practicing shooting is perfectly reasonable, and no one will think much of it; on the contrary, they will praise him for his dedication.

After all, this is a legitimate business, not some shady dealing.

After removing his earmuffs and nodding to his coach, Liu Jianming turned to leave.

The moment I pushed open the locker room door, I saw a Black Star pistol in the locker.

He reached out and picked it up, weighed it in his hand, and immediately frowned.

The movements were almost instantaneous as they quickly disassembled the gun and inspected its internal parts—a sudden chill ran through them: this gun was useless!

Liu Jianming's expression changed drastically.

Mary gave him a gun that couldn't be used.

What does this mean?

My heart was racing uncontrollably, as if it were about to burst out of my chest.

A heavy sense of oppression washed over him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. The reason he could remain calm when facing Huang Zhicheng's surveillance was ultimately because Mary was backing him up.

Without her as a trump card, who knows if he could have survived until now.

It was precisely because he knew that Mary would always be on his side that he could carry out his mission with peace of mind and walk between the black and white worlds without any worries.

He firmly believed that she would not refuse him as long as he asked—whether he needed weapons or money.

That was never a problem.

But this time—

She actually handed me a gun that had misfired!

Was it an accident? Or was there a deeper meaning?

Liu Jianming dared not gamble.

He stood in front of his locker for a long time, his mind racing.

Go find Han Chen?

It's impossible!

Han Chen was naturally suspicious, but he never doubted Mary.

If you were to go and file a complaint yourself, it would be tantamount to courting death.

Then go find Mary.

We can't go!

If you guess wrong, you'll lose your life.

Who can we trust?

Liu Jianming sadly realized that he had no one he could trust anymore.

An undercover agent, in order to conceal his identity, must sever ties with family and friends, hide his whereabouts, and even the simplest social interaction becomes a luxury.

Aside from occasionally going to a bar for a couple of drinks with his colleagues, he had almost no other social interactions.

"This kind of life is simply unbearable!"

He cursed under his breath.

At this moment, he deeply regretted his impulsiveness and recklessness in his youth.

If he hadn't joined a gang and had instead diligently studied to get into the police academy, how could he be so isolated and helpless now?

They may have already become sworn brothers with He Chu and Yang Jinrong, looking out for each other.

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Yang Jinrong?

A thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly had an idea. He immediately dialed the phone: "Arong, I'm at the shooting range."

Someone put a broken Five Star in my closet.

"I suspect this is a trap for me."

On the other end of the phone, Yang Jinrong immediately replied, "I'm at the West Kowloon Headquarters. Bring your gun over, and I'll tell Ah Chu."

"Our group is getting together soon. It's been a few years since we've seen each other, so it'll be a good opportunity to catch up."

Liu Jianming was taken aback: "There are others?"

"Besides me, Achu, and Aren, who else is there?"

Yang Jinrong smiled and said, "Wang Zhicheng."

Liu Jianming froze, blurting out, "Ah Cheng—he's gone undercover too?"

"Yes," Yang Jinrong said casually, "he's back, and he's been transferred to our department."

"Hurry up and come over!"

After the call ended, Liu Jianming stood there, motionless for a long time.

Wang Zhicheng was also an undercover agent planted by the police force.

He originally thought that only Chen Yongren was on this dark path.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He's an undercover police officer, acting openly and honestly, and he'll eventually be brought back to justice.

And what about him? He was Han Chen's informant, but he was on a different path of no return.

There are two paths, and only one of them can survive.

He once again deeply regretted his youthful impulsiveness and recklessness!

After composing himself, Lau Kin-ming slung his backpack over his shoulder, walked out the door, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the West Kowloon Headquarters.

Huang Zhicheng slowly sat up straight in the passenger seat, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Is he going to get a gun, preparing to confront me?

A mocking smile crept across his lips—Mary had already told him that the gun she had given to Liu Jianming was completely unusable.

If Liu Jianming really dares to use that piece of scrap metal against me, then he will truly humiliate himself and become a laughingstock!

He could almost picture Liu Jianming's bewildered expression when he discovered the gun was malfunctioning, and a surge of pleasure welled up inside him.

Huang Zhicheng couldn't wait to see this good show.

He started the engine and followed closely behind the taxi in front.

Halfway through the journey, Huang Zhicheng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, a strange sense of familiarity rising within him.

Something's not right about this road.

This is not the way to Liu Jianming's residence!

He knows this road so well he could drive it with his eyes closed.

Could it be that...?

His pupils suddenly contracted, almost unable to believe his own judgment—Liu Jianming had gone to the West Kowloon Headquarters?!

Impossible! What would he be doing there?!

But the facts speak for themselves: the taxi did indeed stop in front of the West Kowloon Headquarters.

A man was already waiting there. When Liu Jianming got out of the car, the two shook hands firmly.

Huang Zhicheng stared into the distance, his breath catching in his throat slightly: "Yang Jinrong?!"

"Why did Liu Jianming want to see him? To catch up on our school days?"

He dared not linger, immediately stepped on the gas, and sped past the police station, afraid of being noticed.

My heart sank.

"What exactly is he here for?"

"Do you really think this is a reunion of old classmates?"

"I remember clearly, He Chu seemed to be in the same class as them—"

"Liu Jianming, you're quite composed," Huang Zhicheng sneered. "Let's see how long you can hold out."

But he wasn't really worried that Lau Kin-ming would expose him.

Doing that would be tantamount to putting yourself in danger and incurring the wrath of the Ni family.

He knew Liu Jianming wasn't stupid and wouldn't do something that would result in a lose-lose situation.

In that case, everything becomes simple.

He just needs to wait patiently and see what other tricks Liu Jianming can pull.

Meanwhile, Liu Jianming had exchanged a few pleasantries with He Chu and the others, and briefly explained his purpose: "When I was packing my personal belongings at the club, I found a Black Star pistol inexplicably in my locker."

"I checked the surveillance footage and didn't see any suspicious people."

"The strangest thing is that the gun was broken and couldn't be fired at all."

"I want to check the ballistic record to confirm if it's the murder weapon." He Chu clapped his hands twice, his tone casual but unquestionable: "Brother Ji, please go to the forensic department next door and personally hand this gun to Gao Yanbo and tell him to expedite the ballistic report."

Luo Jili stood up from his chair with a brisk pace, his collar slightly open and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exuding a capable air: "Understood. If there's no one in line now, we can get the results within an hour."

He Chu smiled, a sly glint in his eyes: "Remember to pass on a message, I'll treat him to dinner later."

Luo Ji smiled upon hearing this, raising an eyebrow: "Then he'll definitely be overjoyed."

The "stock god fund" circle may sound small, but it is actually very interconnected.

The heads of the three bureaus and thirteen divisions, as well as their own police officers, were all present.

The forensic and medical research lines were laid out early on, and the network of connections was so tight that it was impenetrable.

These are the rules, and the laws of survival.

Gao Yanbo, as a dark horse that has emerged in the forensic department in recent years, is naturally on the list.

He always ranked first among the orders submitted by Group C.

Abang stood up with a smile, his movements decisive: "You old classmates are chatting, I'll show Brother Ji the way while I'm at it."

He nodded to the people inside the house, then went out side by side with Luo Ji.

He Chu nodded calmly.

He knew that Abang wasn't going to be so considerate as to make room for people to reminisce.

This guy was extremely honest, afraid that if he said anything too outspoken and Liu Jianming noticed something amiss—ruining the entire C...

Group layout.

Liu Jianming sat in the corner, his eyes sweeping over the plainclothes uniforms on everyone, his tone filled with undisguised envy: "You guys can now conduct cases in plainclothes, it's fucking enviable."

Wang Zhicheng felt uneasy under his gaze and immediately waved his hand, "Don't look at me! Asking me won't help, ask Brother Chu!"

He Chu leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Ah Ming, you want to transfer here? You won't have to wait a few years."

"But if you had gone undercover like me back in the day, I could get you in right now." He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room. "Except for Ah Rong, Ah Ren and Ah Cheng, didn't they all risk their lives for their achievements? Otherwise, do you think I can just move people around like that?"

This is not an exaggeration at all.

Each major crime unit is supposed to have eleven to twelve members, but now they're practically all gone.

Even including Lok Chi-ming and Ho Ka-kui, who are still working at New Union Group, the shortage of personnel is still severe.

The West Kowloon Police Headquarters is a high-level unit, and all members of the Major Crimes Unit are elites among elites, with at least the rank of Constable.

He Chu's team went even further, with a senior inspector in charge, two inspectors assisting him, and several sergeants below them.

This configuration is considered a luxury in the police force.

Do you really want to fill it up with people? It's a simple matter of saying a few words.

He was a favorite of both Boss Huang and Big Sir; if he asked for someone, Boss Huang would never refuse.

But he just wouldn't open his mouth.

Because he knew in his heart

The position of team leader in Group C may be his last chance to fight on the front lines.

The next promotion will most likely mean working in an office, drinking tea and reviewing reports, and saying goodbye to the streets for good.

Therefore, he must mold this team into an iron fist.

Group C is his foundation.

He wanted to see Yang Jinrong stand up, to see Abang take on responsibilities, to see Luo Ji stand on his own, and even more so, to see Chen Yongren and Wang Zhicheng rise to the rank of Superintendent in the Constitutional Court, with the goal of moving up.

Ideally, each of our core members would be able to govern a region and become a commander like the Fifth District Commander.

At that time, with just a word from him, people will follow in his footsteps.

Do you think we can just let anyone in from a location like this?

Liu Jianming? Don't even think about it.

He was Han Chen's mole planted in the police force.

He Chu appears easygoing, with a smile always on his face, but everyone knows that he is as gentle as spring to his family, but as cold as a knife to outsiders.

Upon hearing this, Liu Jianming could only shake his head with a wry smile.

But he came today with ulterior motives: "Ah Rong, thank you for reminding me that Huang Zhicheng is investigating me."

"But I still don't understand how you guys discovered he was watching me?"

This is his real anxiety.

He suspected there was a problem within the police force and that his identity had been exposed.

This trip is truly a risky test.

But the reaction of this group of people was too natural.

The joy of reunion, the warmth of comrades-in-arms, without a trace of defensiveness or scrutiny.

My tense nerves finally relaxed.

So he took the opportunity to change the subject, pretending to be interested in the case, and inquired about information from Team C.

It must be said that Lau Kin-ming is truly a natural-born undercover agent.

Yang Jinrong didn't mince words, dropping a bombshell: "Have you heard about Ni Yongxiao's whitewashing?"

Liu Jianming's pupils contracted sharply: "What's in the newspapers—is it true?"

Yang Jinrong nodded, his tone steady: "The Commercial Intelligence Division has just confirmed that the board of directors of a major company that is crucial to the livelihood of Hong Kong Island has been completely replaced by his people."

He was also included on the executive director list of three other listed companies.

The air froze instantly.

"And his cooperation with our police force is incredibly extensive."

"Putting everything else aside, just looking at the donations alone, Mr. Lam, the head of the New Territories Department, can't stop smiling every day."

Liu Jianming frowned, his face full of disbelief: "Who doesn't know that the Ni family made their fortune through drugs? Now they're saying they've retired from that business?"

Yang Jinrong gently shook his head: "Ni Yongxiao has already stopped."

He has completely cleared his name.

"I have severed all ties with the former Five Tigers."

"He had long since severed ties with Gandhi and his ilk, cutting all ties completely."

"Now the five tigers are fighting tooth and nail for the position of leader."

"The smell of gunpowder in Tsim Sha Tsui is almost suffocating."

Liu Jianming's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had realized something: "So—you're investigating the Five Tigers?"

Yang Jinrong nodded decisively: "That's right."

"We're not just watching the Five Tigers, but every single one of their lead horses."

"The most troublesome person on Han Chen's side is Huang Zhicheng, a traitor in our police force, and a key target for surveillance."

"Logically speaking, this is a crucial moment in the battle for the underground powder market. Huang Zhicheng should be by Han Chen's side, offering advice and even leading the charge."

"But that's the strange thing. He suddenly shook off Han Chen and turned his attention to you."

"This doesn't make sense."

Yang Jinrong's gaze was like a knife, piercing Liu Jianming: "Is there something going on between you two that we don't know about?"

Liu Jianming immediately bristled, his voice rising: "My God! My sleep schedule is more punctual than an alarm clock! Apart from occasionally having a couple of drinks with the patrol team, I haven't had any contact with outsiders at all!"

"Anyone who knows me can testify!"

Yang Jinrong smiled faintly: "We believe that."

But we secretly monitored Huang Zhicheng for three whole days, and only after confirming that you were his target did we come to talk to you.

"By the way, we also went through your whereabouts."

Liu Jianming's pupils constricted sharply: "What? You're investigating me too? You guys are too ruthless!"

Yang Jinrong shrugged, his tone nonchalant: "It was just a side job."

We need to figure out exactly what Huang Zhicheng is trying to do.

"You're a military patrol officer, so even if Huang Zhicheng is crazy, he wouldn't dare to make a move in the street."

Your personal safety is guaranteed.

"If they dare to make a move against you, our people will intervene immediately and give you advance warning."

Liu Jianming's lips twitched, and he gave a wry laugh: "Couldn't you have told me sooner? Did you have to wait until they were practically touching your neck before you spoke up?"

Yang Jinrong looked surprised: "Didn't I just tell you? Huang Zhicheng is watching you—isn't that enough of a warning?"

Liu Jianming felt a lump in his throat and was speechless.

Good grief, what kind of warning is this? Compared to your operation, my little tricks are as innocent as a primary school student.

Even though he knew this was the norm in handling cases, Liu Jianming still felt extremely uncomfortable.

I am Huang Zhicheng's target!

Are you just going to leave me out there like bait?

What kind of bottom line do people who follow celebrities have? Who knows if Huang Zhicheng might suddenly lose his temper and try to silence them?

He couldn't help but complain, "Isn't this like gambling with my life?"

Now that he had confirmed that his identity had not been exposed, he took the opportunity to put on a resentful expression.

Police officers, what one doesn't have a temper? Especially when facing old classmates, if they're indifferent to their own safety, it would seem fake.

But this anger came too late.

He Chu had seen through his flaws.

Liu Jianming's thinking was like it was programmed, with each step precise yet rigid.

Speak slowly, act slowly.

When ordinary people receive information, their bodies will have an instinctive reaction.

He can't.

He had to consider all possibilities in a split second to ensure that nothing went wrong before he dared to respond.

Zengzi said, "I examine myself three times a day," which is at least a review before going to bed.

He was constantly calculating gains and losses, taking every step with utmost care.

Like those politicians, before uttering a single word, they must pass through seven checkpoints, ensuring everything is sound and watertight.

Liu Jianming is not a politician; he is an undercover agent.

Therefore, one must also live like a chess piece.

He Chu could tell at a glance that something was wrong with him.

He was indeed a time traveler, but this was the world of Hong Kong variety shows, and the causal relationship had already been distorted and collapsed because of his intrusion.

To use the same logic from my past life to judge the situation? That's a dead end.

Therefore, he now only believes in evidence and not intuition.

The Lau Kin-ming before me is still the same Lau Kin-ming from "Infernal Affairs".

"How could I let you get into danger?" He Chu smiled, his tone relaxed yet authoritative. "You have to trust the professionalism of our police force."

"That's right," Yang Jinrong chimed in, his smile warm, "With the Major Crimes Unit C on the case, plus the Criminal Intelligence Bureau's network, what are you afraid of?"

Liu Jianming quickly lowered his head and admitted defeat, his tone gentle and somewhat aggrieved: "But I'm just a soldier after all—it's not my place to speak on matters concerning those above."

The crowd laughed.

He Chu looked at him and added slowly, "Jianming, it still comes down to this—we started from different points."

"If you had really gone undercover back then, I would have risked my life to bring you back alive."

"Unfortunately, things are different now."

He Chu sighed softly, his tone revealing an indescribable regret.

Liu Jianming remained silent, his Adam's apple bobbing as if something was blocking his throat.

Major Crimes Unit C—no, the entire Major Crimes Unit—is the envy of the police force.

But who knows how many undercurrents are hidden behind this glamorous facade?

Although the matter of the stock market guru's fund was supposed to be top secret, the truth could not be kept forever.

The news spread silently, like water seeping into sand.

Police officers are best at hiding things, but they are also best at digging them up.

A group of people are watching you every day, their eyes like knives. Want to keep a secret? It's as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Take Ming, the thief in the evidence room, for example.

Originally an agent in Team A, he somehow broke some taboo and was transferred to manage evidence.

Normally, this would be the end of a person's career, and anyone would be dejected for a while.

But what about Thief Ming? He's always grinning, walking with a swagger, living a life even more comfortable than getting a promotion.

This is very unusual.

At less than thirty years old, with his future ruined, how can he still be this happy? Unless someone has given him a reward far exceeding his position.

It's either money or lifeline.

That watch was worth at least two or three years' salary for an average police officer, yet he remained as steady as a rock in the evidence room, unmoved by wind or rain.

The ICAC investigated, and the internal affairs department also monitored the situation, but what was the result? They all came up empty-handed.

Who is protecting him? And who is providing him with life-saving support?

The answer is obvious—the stock market guru fund.

Liu Jianming felt a pang of sadness, but he could only swallow it down.

Fate is something you can't force.

Just as the atmosphere was about to freeze over, Luo Ji and Abang pushed open the door and entered, their faces so dark they could drip water.

"Is there something wrong with these guns, senior brothers?" Liu Jianming's heart tightened, and he read an ominous premonition on the faces of the two men.

Abang glanced at him, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions.

He didn't speak, but turned his gaze to Luo Ji.

Luo Ji uttered two words calmly: "Murderous gun."

The air froze instantly.

"Which case?" Yang Jinrong pushed up his glasses, lowering his voice, "What's so special about the gun Huang Zhicheng gave us?"

Abang waved the forensic report in his hand and said slowly and deliberately, "Ballistic comparison confirms that it was the gun that killed Ni Kun two years ago."

With a loud "boom," the whole room erupted in chaos.

"Impossible!" Liu Jianming blurted out, then bit his tongue hard.

He almost let it slip.

That gun shouldn't be here.

It should have been buried deep in the hands of the murderer, or in the dark palm of some unseen force.

"Someone framed you," He Chu narrowed his eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips, seemingly oblivious to Liu Jianming's momentary slip-up, "and even specifically chose a gun that killed Ni Kun? Interesting."

Luo Ji turned to Chen Yongren: "Ah Ren, what do you think?"

Chen Yongren crossed his arms and frowned slightly: "The Criminal Intelligence Division just reported that Huang Zhicheng is tracking Amin."

"The timing of Amin being framed today is too coincidental." He paused, his voice turning colder, "Could it be—that Huang Zhicheng was the one who killed Ni Kun two years ago?"

He spoke calmly, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Only the people in Group C could see that his right eyebrow was twitching slightly.

That was the only sign that he was losing control of his emotions.

He Chu reached out and patted his shoulder, his movements steady: "According to the rules, you should recuse yourself from this case."

"Why?" Liu Jianming frowned, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two men. "Ah Chu, what does Ah Ren have to do with this?"

"It's nothing." Chen Yongren shrugged, then suddenly laughed, as if he had unveiled a long-buried mystery. "I'm just—Ni Kun's illegitimate son."

boom!

Liu Jianming froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg.

"You—you're Ni Kun's son?!"

"Hmm." Chen Yongren clenched his fist, his knuckles white. "Otherwise, why do you think I agreed to go undercover with Huang Zhicheng back then?"

When the truth came to light, it was like a massive boulder crashing into the heart of a lake.

Liu Jianming felt a chill run down his spine, a cold sensation shooting from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He almost turned and ran away.

Damn it, what kind of chaotic scene is this?

Chen Yongren is Ni Kun's son? Then what am I? An accomplice to my father's murderer? Or the next target?

Danger! Extreme danger!

"Ni Kun is a bastard," Chen Yongren said in a terrifyingly calm tone, "but at least he gave me my life."

"We have no feelings, but our blood—is warm."

He looked at He Chu and nodded: "Brother Chu, I will abide by the rules and voluntarily avoid it."

Then, he slowly turned his head, looked deeply at Liu Jianming, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, as light as the wind: "Ah Ming, thank you—for bringing us clues about the murderer."

The moment the door closed, Yang Jinrong quickly turned back and whispered, "Brother Chu, A Luo sent word—there's been some activity from the Political Department."

"Richard seems to have gotten involved with Tung Sing in order to pay off his debts."

He Chu tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, his eyes flashing slightly: "It may not be Richard's own idea to make this move."

Everyone fell silent immediately, their eyes all turning to him.

"Brother Chu, Richard is no match for Sir Lee's dog." Abang sneered. "Ah Luo set a deadline for him; the 20 million in cash must be in his account on time. He has no choice."

Xinliansheng has now reorganized, cutting off all its previous channels. If it doesn't find a new owner, is it just waiting to die?

"But something about this feels off." Chen Yongren squinted.

Ni Kun's case had already been solved, but they held back their actions in order to wipe out the entire five-person drug trafficking group.

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