After ten years undercover, I'm giving up.

"How do you know this?"

"Ma Zhichao, Superintendent Huang Zhicheng has died in the line of duty. I, the new head of the Major Crimes Unit, am now taking over his work. I saw your police file on the computer Superintendent Huang left behind... which means that from today onwards, I am in charge of you."

"—Great! I've finally waited for you! Inspector Wu, you have no idea how scared I was every day after Superintendent Wong's incident. I was afraid that no one could ever prove I was a policeman again, afraid that I would have to live my whole life as a gangster... I'm so glad you're here, I can finally go back to the police force!"

"Don't worry, once Han Chen's case is closed, I will arrange for you to return to the police force."

"Really? That's great!"

"Tell me first, how exactly did Han Chen disappear?"

The recording stopped abruptly at this point.

After hearing this, Fang Siwei was so excited that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Real hammer!

This is no longer speculation, but irrefutable evidence!

Ma Zhichao was actually an undercover agent planted by the police next to Han Chen!

What chilled her to the bone was that Wu Shaoxiong clearly knew Ma Zhichao's identity and even admitted that he was his superior, yet he turned around and labeled him a criminal at a press conference.

Not only were they publicly wanted, but a reward of one million yuan was also offered for his capture!

They turned the undercover agent into a criminal.

They made their own people take the blame.

If this were to be exposed, it would absolutely become the most terrible scandal in the history of the Hong Kong Police Force!

Fang Siwei suppressed his shock and asked with difficulty, "So, Superintendent Wu Shaoxiong actually knew you were an undercover agent all along, but deliberately portrayed you as a member of a criminal group?"

"That's right."

Ma Zhichao's face was filled with grief and indignation.

Fang Siwei pressed further, "Why did he do that?"

"Because they need someone to take the blame."

Ma Zhichao's voice was deep.

"Han Chen is dead, and Dilu and Sha Qiang have both escaped Hong Kong Island. The police have gone through all this trouble, but they haven't caught a single big fish that they can actually report back to."

"Among the senior executives of Han Chen Group, the only ones they can still push forward are me and Chen Yongren."

"Wu Shaoxiong needs a so-called group leader."

"Only in this way can his contributions be justified."

"Only in this way can he give Superintendent Wong's death and the people of Hong Kong a so-called explanation."

As he spoke, Ma Zhichao's face was filled with years of suppressed pain and unvented resentment.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out a can of beer from under the table, opened it, and tilted his head back to gulp down a few mouthfuls.

It seemed that only alcohol could slightly suppress the bitterness in my heart.

Next, Ma Zhichao began to recount his undercover experiences over the years in fits and starts.

fight.

A fierce battle ensued.

Hospitalized.

They were being chased by the police.

He was taken to the police station for questioning.

They fought tooth and nail against other clubs time and time again.

As he talked, he drank more and more.

He also mentioned his ex-girlfriends.

Mention the other party's lack of understanding.

The two eventually parted ways.

The bitterness he had buried in his heart over the years was gradually unearthed and laid out before Fang Siwei like shards of glass.

The more Fang Siwei listened, the more choked up she felt.

Her sympathy for this man deepened without her even realizing it.

Later, under Ma Zhichao's half-coaxing and half-persuasion, she also drank a few sips of wine.

"Being an undercover agent... is really tough."

She didn't know when it started, but Ma Zhichao had already gotten close to her.

He seemed to completely lose control of his emotions, hugging Fang Siwei and even burying his head in her arms.

"I've wanted to go back for a long time."

"But Superintendent Wong always tells me to wait another three years."

"Three years later, then another three years."

Another three years have passed...

"When I came to my senses, ten years had passed."

Fang Siwei's body froze instantly.

She instinctively tried to back away, but Ma Zhichao was too strong, and she couldn't break free at all.

Ma Zhichao was slurring his words, his voice filled with grievance and exhaustion.

"For the past ten years, sometimes I haven't even known if I'm a human or a ghost..."

Although he complained, his actions were somewhat restless.

In that instant, a very improper thought flashed through Ma Zhichao's mind.

The Jade Girl Leader.

It truly lives up to its reputation!

Fang Siwei's cheeks flushed, and she felt both ashamed and flustered.

She tried to push Ma Zhichao away, but her attempts had little effect.

What alarmed her even more was that as Ma Zhichao poured out his heart, he kept getting closer to her as if he were drunk.

She had a vague feeling that this person might be pretending to be confused because of alcohol.

But she had no evidence.

Thinking about all the grievances he had suffered over the years, Fang Siwei's sympathy for him surged up uncontrollably again.

In the end, she forced herself to suppress that strange feeling.

"Mr. Ma, don't worry."

Fang Siwei suppressed the heat on her face and gently comforted him, "I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and do my best to help you get justice."

after awhile.

Ma Zhichao seemed to finally come to his senses, and suddenly realized that his actions were inappropriate, so he quickly let go of her.

"I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry."

His face was full of remorse.

"I didn't mean to..."

Fang Siwei quickly shook her head: "It's nothing, it's nothing."

Ma Zhichao said in a low voice, "Let's continue talking about my past."

"it is good."

Fang Siwei naturally hoped that he would talk as much as possible.

Ma Zhichao looked up, his eyes even slightly red.

"To be honest, after being an undercover agent for so many years, there are many things I can't tell anyone."

"It feels really good to finally have someone willing to listen to me."

He then continued talking about the past.

The only problem is that he talks in too many fragments.

One sentence is about a street brawl, and the next sentence suddenly jumps to the police station interrogation room.

It's a jumbled mess of sentences, completely unlike a normal narrative.

However, Fang Siwei felt that this state was more valuable.

Because this makes it sound more like someone is truly confiding in someone.

Once the story is published, it will be easier for the audience to understand the inner thoughts of an undercover agent.

The two chatted and recorded at the same time.

As they conducted the interviews, they drank more and more alcohol.

Before he knew it, Fang Siwei's alcohol levels were also rising.

Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes gradually became slightly intoxicated.

……

……

the next day.

Three poles in the sun.

Sunlight streamed into the room from the window, falling on the messy bed.

Fang Siwei opened her eyes groggily.

"???"

“!!!!!!”

When she finally saw the handsome face of the man sleeping soundly beside her, she instantly woke up and her eyes widened.

Those blurry fragments from last night came flooding back like a tide.

"what!"

Fang Siwei couldn't help but scream.

She finally realized what had happened.

She felt a sudden mental breakdown, shrank back, covered her face, and began to cry softly.

Ma Zhichao was also awakened by the scream.

The next second, the soul of a scumbag automatically went online.

"sorry."

He looked regretful.

"I really didn't mean to."

"We talked for too long last night, and we both drank too much."

"You're so beautiful, I couldn't resist..."

"Waaah..."

Fang Siwei cried even harder.

She glared at Ma Zhichao with red eyes, feeling both aggrieved and angry: "I think you deliberately tricked me into coming here!"

Ma Zhichao immediately looked wronged.

"How is that possible?"

"You know how miserable I am right now."

"I worked hard as an undercover agent for ten years and was originally a meritorious member of the police force, but I was framed as a criminal and wanted throughout Hong Kong."

"I'm trying to avoid you right now, why would I bother trying to trick you into coming here?"

[Tian Yangsi: ...Ah, right, right, right.]

As Ma Zhichao explained, that melancholy, sad, and painful expression once again appeared on his face.

Seeing his appearance, Fang Siwei's anger softened a little.

Ma Zhichao looked at her with unwavering eyes and said earnestly, "I know you must be feeling very bad right now."

"But I can assure you, I did not mean to hurt you."

"And I will definitely take responsibility."

Fang Siwei: "..."

She was both angry and confused.

Things had already come to this point, and she didn't know what else to do.

Seeing that she had calmed down a bit, Ma Zhichao immediately steered the conversation back to the main topic.

"Actually, there's something else about Wu Shaoxiong that I haven't had a chance to tell you yet."

"On the day Chen Yongren was killed, Wu Shaoxiong contacted me and asked me to meet him at an unfinished building."

"When I got there, I discovered that he had already set up an ambush with the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau and the Major Crimes Unit!"

"If I hadn't reacted quickly, I probably would have been shot dead on the spot."

"What?"

Fang Siwei was immediately startled.

Could you tell me more about this?

"Can."

Ma Zhichao nodded.

"That afternoon, he called and said he had something important to discuss in person."

"At the time, I thought he was finally willing to bring me back to the police force, so I didn't suspect much."

Next, Ma Zhichao began to recount the events of that day from the beginning.

He described in an incredibly thrilling manner how he received the call, how he rushed to the location, how he realized something was wrong, and the subsequent shooting and escape.

The whole experience was full of ups and downs, and Fang Siwei's heart was in her throat as she listened.

Before she knew it, she had tightly grasped Ma Zhichao's hand, and they were getting closer and closer together.

"That Wu Shaoxiong has gone too far!"

"How could he treat an undercover agent like that?"

After hearing this, Fang Siwei was so angry that her eyes turned red.

As if suddenly remembering something, Ma Zhichao said in a low voice, "Oh right, I still have the recording from that time on my phone!"