After ten years undercover, I'm giving up.

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……

Half an hour ago.

Looking towards Dongwan Bay.

Inside the abandoned factory, Hong Jipeng and his gang had almost finished setting up the site.

The ground was littered with remnants of a bomb explosion, disassembled gun parts, guns deliberately left in a corner, and messy footprints.

In the center of the factory, a table was specially placed.

On the table sat a large, steaming hot pot, surrounded by beef, meatballs, vegetables, winter melon, tofu, and several bottles of alcohol.

"Brother Hong, everything's ready on site!" one of his men reported.

Hong Jipeng nodded: "Okay, bring Johnny Wang over."

Today it's finally Johnny's turn to leave the stage.

Honestly, after spending so much time together, I'm really a little reluctant to part ways.

However, all good things must come to an end.

Having escorted them this far, it's about time to stop.

Soon.

Johnny Wong, wearing the bomb vest, walked out of the room with a fawning smile on his face.

"Brother Hong, is there something you need me to do?"

Hong Jipeng smiled gently: "There is indeed a small matter that I need your help with."

Johnny immediately adopted a loyal demeanor, patting his chest and saying, "Brother Hong, just say the word, as long as it's within my power, I won't refuse!"

Then--

A thick arm suddenly appeared from behind him.

The hand was holding a wet towel, which was pressed firmly against his mouth and nose.

The pungent smell instantly filled my nasal cavity.

"Ugh?!"

Johnny's pupils contracted, and just as he was about to struggle, his mind began to feel heavy.

Not long after, everything went black before his eyes, and he collapsed to the ground.

Hong Jibiao took out two large bottles of medicated oil, unscrewed the caps, and forced it into the mouth of the unconscious Johnny Wang.

Even though Johnny Wang had already fainted, his face still showed a contorted expression of pain.

Soon, both large bottles of medicated oil were poured down their throats.

Hong Jipeng said calmly, "Let him sleep a little longer."

The younger brother nodded: "Understood, boss."

The towel remained over Johnny's mouth and nose, and he continued to inhale the ether, sleeping more and more peacefully.

Afterwards, the group carried Johnny back to the bedroom.

To make the scene more authentic, some white wine was even splashed in the bedroom.

"withdraw."

Not long after, Hong Jipeng and the others left the abandoned factory with everything they needed to take, went to the seaside, boarded a boat, and quickly sailed away.

Some time passed.

The sound of car engines could be heard outside the factory.

The four cars stopped one after another.

"Boss, we've arrived!"

"Wow! Wow! We're going to be rich!"

"Follow the boss, and you'll achieve great things!"

Sang Biao, along with a group of former Johnny Wang arms dealers who had scattered and fallen on hard times, jumped out of the car.

There were fourteen people in total.

Sang Biao was the boldest and most straightforward, and was the first to enter the factory.

"Boss?"

"Boss? Where are you?"

As soon as they entered, the first thing they saw was the large table in the middle of the factory.

The hot pot on the table was bubbling away, with plates of beef, beef balls, green vegetables, winter melon, and tofu laid out beside it.

"Wow, the boss even prepared the food for us in advance!"

"Our leader is so thoughtful, knowing we must be hungry after traveling all this way."

"Wait a minute, it looks like someone's already eaten this?"

"Of course, the boss ate a few bites first."

"But aren't there way too many bowls and chopsticks? Can the eldest brother use so many by himself?"

"Why are you meddling so much? It's not your place to tell the boss how to do things!"

After convincing themselves, everyone quickly put this strange idea out of their minds.

A short while later, they saw another table not far away.

There were several guns displayed there.

"Huh? There's something else here!"

"This must have been prepared by the boss, take it all!"

They immediately became excited and rushed forward to grab guns, arming themselves.

Finally, Sang Biao and the others found Johnny Wang "sound asleep" in the bedroom.

An empty wine bottle sat beside the bed, and the room reeked of alcohol.

"The boss is the boss. He can still sleep so soundly even though he's wanted by the whole of Hong Kong."

"Of course, that's what you call a boss's demeanor!"

"A role model for us all!"

Johnny Wang himself is still asleep, and his old followers have already started praising him wildly.

"Huh? Where are the boss's other men? Where are those thugs who robbed the bank?"

"I guess the boss was afraid we'd be nervous, so he deliberately didn't let them show up to put our minds at ease."

"I'm so touched."

"Our leader always thinks of us first."

A group of brilliant minds, through sheer deduction, managed to arrive at what they believed to be the "truth."

Just then.

Johnny was awakened by the chattering in his ears, his head still groggy.

He struggled to open his eyes.

Familiar faces instantly came into view.

Sang Biao, wolfhound, marijuana...

Johnny Wong was stunned for a few seconds.

The next moment, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he broke out in a cold sweat and became completely sober.

"%￥……￥＊!"

He was about to question them when a sudden, searing pain shot through his throat, almost tearing it apart.

Johnny Wang covered his neck.

He couldn't speak!

My vocal cords felt like they had been ravaged by something extremely spicy, and I couldn't produce a normal sound at all.

Sang Biao looked puzzled: "Boss, what did you just say?"

Dama Cheng was incredibly excited: "Boss, we rushed over as soon as we got your message! From today onwards, we'll continue to fight alongside you, making our business bigger and stronger, and creating even greater glory!"

Johnny Wang: "!!!!"

He was so anxious he was going crazy.

These idiots!

Stupid as a pig!

wrong.

There is a problem here.

There's definitely something wrong!

Johnny looked down.

The bomb vest I'd been wearing for so many days had suddenly disappeared.

He immediately jumped out of bed, staggered out of the room, and searched everywhere in the factory.

Hong Jipeng's men are gone.

They've all disappeared.

All that remained was that table, a steaming hot pot, and plates of vegetables.

"What exactly is going on?"

Johnny felt like his brain was about to explode.

He couldn't understand why Hong Jipeng had suddenly left.

What I can't understand is why these former subordinates were suddenly called back.

He felt no joy whatsoever at regaining his freedom.

On the contrary, there is only growing panic and confusion.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"Boss, what are you looking for?"

A group of reckless fools followed behind him, bombarding him with questions.

Johnny Wang opened his mouth in a panic: "...YT％^％..."

But his throat was ruined, and all he could make were indistinct, strange noises.

He tried several times, but couldn't explain it clearly at all, so he had to give up in the end.

The next second, he hurriedly walked towards the door.

We must leave immediately!

His intuition was screaming at him that this place was a huge trap!

Just as Johnny Wang reached the vicinity of the factory gate, he noticed that the bushes outside suddenly swayed.

Then he saw a dark gun barrel.

Johnny Wang froze.

He was all too familiar with that kind of gun muzzle!

The next second, a group of people suddenly rushed out of the bushes.

Leading the charge was—

Stephen Chow!

Johnny recognized him.

A well-known police officer in West Kowloon recently, one of Ma Chi-chiu's top henchmen.

Upon seeing Johnny Wang, Stephen Chow became as excited as a wild dog smelling a bone, and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Johnny! You're not getting away!"

Ma Zhichao, who was behind him, raised his hand to cover his forehead.

Nima!

Stephen Chow, you've messed up the formation again!

Hey!

"One group, follow me and charge in head-on!"

"Second team, flank them from the back door!"

At Ma Zhichao's command, Chen Jiaju immediately led a group of PTU members and rushed towards the factory gate in tactical formation.

Johnny turned and ran back, shouting anxiously at his old followers.

Seeing Johnny Wang's panicked expression and hearing the commotion outside, Sang Biao and the others finally realized that something serious had happened.

Then, the first thing they saw was Stephen Chow.

The other side was fully armed and wearing PTU blue hats.

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

"He's a cop!"

"Kill them!"

One by one, they immediately released their safety pins and concentrated their fire in Zhou Xingxing's direction.

"Put-put-put~~~~~"

Stephen Chow was so frightened that he frantically moved around on the spot, looking like he was performing a shamanistic ritual.

Surprisingly, not a single shot hit.

By this time, the PTU team had already advanced.

A fierce firefight broke out between the two sides instantly.

"Put-put-put~~~"

"Bang bang bang~~~"

Shell casings kept falling to the ground, and gunfire erupted throughout the factory.

Johnny Wang had already taken advantage of the chaos to sneak away to the back.

But halfway through the run, he suddenly turned back and crawled out of the factory through an inconspicuous dog hole on the side.

He discovered the dog hole by chance.

He always saw it as his last chance to escape.

Sure enough, as soon as he emerged, he saw a group of police officers launching an attack from the back door.

"Luckily, I was quick-witted!"

Johnny Wang had just breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of relief at surviving the ordeal had just appeared on his face.

Sudden.

A figure appeared in front of him.

Ma Zhichao!

Johnny Wang remembers that face clearly.

Ma Zhichao's lips curled slightly as he pressed the pistol firmly against Johnny Wang's forehead.

The cold, metallic touch on his forehead sent Johnny Wang into a cold sweat.

His mind raced.

Got it!

He found a way to survive!

"Waaaaahh ...

I've been framed!

I'm just taking the blame!

It was Hong Jipeng who actually took action!

It's that mysterious person behind Hong Jipeng who wants to kill you!

Johnny tried desperately to tell the truth, but all that came out were mumbled "woof woof" sounds.

He was so anxious that tears were about to stream down his face.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in his mind.

He suddenly bit his finger, preparing to write on the outer wall of the factory to tell Ma Zhichao the real secret.

But at that very moment—