Wife is safe, cute baby makes trouble in the world of special forces.

Lei Zhan clenched his fists fiercely, his Adam's apple rolling on his tense neck, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "What is this? It's just a brave act! My Thunder Commando Team is still willing to risk their lives to save An Ran! Now, don't talk about this useless stuff - keep showing the video! I want everyone to see how the King of Hell sacrificed himself!"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but feel excited.

After all, both sides still have their own opinions, and they really don’t know how the King of Hell was exposed.

As Lei Zhan finished speaking, the lights in the courtroom dimmed slightly, and everyone's eyes were focused on the big screen, waiting for the mystery to be solved.

The video screen jumped again and the scene switched to a room.

Liu Teng slammed a stack of photos onto the table. "You said you're a traitor, but give me a convincing reason—why? Don't try to fool me with that nonsense about 'disliking your superiors.' I've been in the underworld for thirty years. What kind of lies haven't I heard?"

Wang Yanbing, his face filled with grief and indignation, pointed at Premier Wen, who was huddled in the corner, and shouted, "My family was destroyed when I was young, leaving me an orphan with no one to rely on! I've suffered so much for so many years, and I've been trampled underfoot. He's the culprit behind all this!"

Liu Teng suddenly turned around, grabbed Wang Yanbing by the collar, and said viciously: "You think I'll believe you with just these few words? Don't be naive! Show your sincerity! Otherwise, you and this old man will both walk out today!"

Wang Yanbing gritted his teeth, a trace of blood foam oozed from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of determination flashed across his face.

He turned around suddenly and kicked Premier Wen in the chest with his right foot like an iron rod. The dull "bang" sound caused a gasp in the courtroom.

Premier Wen rolled over like a broken sack, and the back of his head hit the iron frame in the corner of the wall with a loud "clang".

Wang Yanbing immediately rushed forward, pressing his knee against President Wen's back, and rained down his fists - the blows to his back made President Wen hunch over like a prawn; the blows to his side of the face made blood spurt out from the corner of his mouth, mixed with broken teeth; the blows to his hair slammed him to the ground, the dull sound of the impact and President Wen's groaning intertwined into a tooth-grinding tune.

"Cough cough..." President Wen coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth sprayed onto the floor, shining a glaring red under the pale light.

His face was swollen like a steamed bun, his once clear cheekbones were now covered with blood, his eyes were narrowed into slits, and only a faint light could be seen through the gap; his nose was tilted to one side, and blood dripped down his chin in strings, forming small puddles on the ground; his hair was pulled like weeds, and a few blood-stained strands stuck to his forehead; his shirt was torn as if it had been bitten by a wolf, and his exposed arms were covered with bruises and blood.

Seeing his own miserable state in the video, Director Wen slowly raised his bandaged hand and touched his still swollen and painful cheek. With an uncontrollable feeling of exhaustion and emotion, he said, "Only after seeing this did I truly understand why Chen Haonan insisted on me playing this role. At the time, I thought he was making a fuss about nothing, wasn't it just an act? Now I know, being an undercover agent is not that easy."

He paused, his Adam's apple rolling as if he were swallowing bitterness. "Every day, I wear a fake identity and act out a deep hatred for my enemies. When I land my punches, I have to be incredibly ruthless, yet careful not to actually kill anyone. When I close my eyes at night, all I can think about is who I hit, what lies I told, and whether I've revealed any flaws. My nerves are like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to snap at the slightest touch. That kind of pressure can drive a person crazy."

"Being undercover is really not easy. You're always walking a tightrope. I salute the undercover officers!"

Director Wen looked at Chen Haonan, his eyes full of praise. "This kid is very thoughtful. He rehearsed his lines with me on the way, telling me which details would convince Liu Teng. He also reminded Wang Yanbing, for example, to avoid hitting me but make sure I draw blood, and to include the specific details of how I killed Wang Yanbing's family when cursing. He said that being an undercover agent doesn't rely on ruthlessness, but on making the enemy think, 'You're just as bad as them.'"

The plot on the screen is still progressing.

Liu Teng had been watching coldly, when he suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist and slammed it on the table, pointing the muzzle at President Wen's head.

"Don't you hate him?"

Liu Teng's voice was full of joking, "Kill him. As long as he dies in your hands, I will believe that you are truly rebelling."

Wang Yanbing's gaze paused on the gun, his eyelashes trembling violently, as if he was making a difficult decision.

He spoke slowly, his voice filled with an almost twisted ruthlessness: "You can kill him. But... I've been secretly in love with a woman for a long time, and I heard that you, Boss Liu, caught her, so..."

Liu Teng was stunned for a moment, then took a half step back, his hands in his pockets, and looked Wang Yanbing up and down. "So, calling him an enemy isn't the main reason? You actually betrayed your country for a woman?"

"I respect her and love her, but I want to kill her even more." Wang Yanbing's voice was very low, with a kind of suppressed madness. "I have been by her side for three years, serving her at her beck and call, but she never even looked me in the eye! I just want to see what her expression will be when the person she despises rescues her - and then, I will twist her neck with my own hands and let her know who is the one who truly controls her!"

"Hahaha... madman!" Liu Teng threw his head back and laughed. After he had laughed enough, he stared at Wang Yanbing with a hint of interest in his eyes. "Yes, your excuse is crazy enough that I believe it. Someone, bring out that woman named An Ran. I want to ask her if she's really so arrogant!"

Seeing this, Wang Yanbing looked embarrassed and lowered his voice to explain to Chen Haonan: "Young instructor, I'm not secretly in love with my sister-in-law. It's really purely for the mission. Please be magnanimous."

Chen Haonan's mouth twitched and he didn't say anything.

……

The video switched again, revealing a rapid knock on the door. The door panel banged loudly, and someone yelled at the top of their lungs, "Boss! There's a wounded guy outside, covered in blood. He wants to surrender and says he has important information!"

Liu Teng frowned: "Where are you from?"

"He looks like a soldier. He was shot in the arm and said he escaped from the army!"

"Bring it in."

The door was pushed open and Yan Wang staggered in. His camouflage uniform was covered in mud and blood. His left arm was wrapped in a blood-soaked cloth, and the wound was still bleeding.

He had an expression of "obsession and despair" on his face. When he saw Liu Teng, he rushed over, but was kicked in the knee by the armed men next to him, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Boss Liu! I want to surrender!" Yan Wang's voice was trembling with deliberate effort. "I know you captured a woman named An Ran. I... I'm here for her!"

Liu Teng glanced at him sideways, "Oh? It's all about women again? Are all of you soldiers so useless?"

Yan Wang pretended to be distraught, his shoulders slumped and his eyes unfocused. "I've liked her for a long time, but she only has eyes for that brat named Chen Haonan! I can't stay in the army anymore. I heard you arrested her, so I wanted to join you. As long as I can see her every day, I'll do anything!"

"Catch him!" Liu Teng waved his hand without a second thought. "He's obviously an undercover agent! He's using the same script as that guy just now. Do you think I'm a fool?"

"Boss Liu, I'm really not an undercover agent!" Yan Wang hurriedly explained, "I came to you out of desperation, just for the sake of my beloved's safety! Please give me a chance to prove my loyalty!"

"I really came here for An Ran..." Yan Wang wanted to say something else, but Wang Yanbing suddenly turned around and slapped him twice.

"Crack! Crack!"

Yan Wang's head was buzzing from the beating, and five purple-red fingerprints instantly appeared on his cheeks, which was burning with pain. The corners of his mouth were even broken.

Wang Yanbing drew his gun and pressed it against Yan Wang's temple, roaring, "You're the only one who dares to covet An Ran? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself! You old thing with wrinkles all over your face, you want to steal my woman? Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now and let you know why flowers are so red!"

Next, Wang Yanbing beat the King of Hell so hard that he rolled on the ground. The King of Hell’s screams were louder than those of a pig being slaughtered.

"Ah—stop hitting me! I'm really not an undercover agent! I just like An Ran! She's so beautiful, who wouldn't like her?—It hurts! Help!"

The courtroom instantly exploded with discussions buzzing like a hornet's nest.

"Oh my God! Isn't this line copied so perfunctorily? Even 'for An Ran' is exactly the same!" A staff officer wearing glasses pushed up his glasses, his face full of absurdity.

"It's understandable that Wang Yanbing said he had a secret crush on An Ran. He's only in his early twenties, full of youthful energy!" The person next to him chimed in, his voice full of disdain. "But how old is Yan Wang? He looks like he's almost forty. And he's secretly in love with An Ran? An Ran is only twenty-five, there's a generation gap!"

"Lei Zhan's undercover strategy was planned with his feet?" A sneer came from the back row. "Who is Liu Teng? A fox among foxes! This kind of clumsy trick can't even fool a three-year-old!"

"They're simply treating Liu Teng like a fool!" Someone slammed the table. "Wang Yanbing's acting was somewhat interesting; at least there was that hint of paranoia in his eyes. But what's with Yan Wang? It's like he's haggling at a market stall. There's no sincerity at all!"

"The comparison shows how amazing Chen Haonan is. They prepared Wang Yanbing's scenes in advance, even down to the details of the beatings – when to hit, where to hit, how to hit, everything was done in a back-and-forth manner. And then there's Yan Wang. Apart from shouting 'I love An Ran', there's nothing concrete to it. Isn't this clearly fake?"

"Exactly. The undercover Yan Wang tactic is a complete failure. That Lei Zhan even has the nerve to claim that he just returned from studying abroad and is a master at using the undercover tactic. Masterful? Is that all?"

"..."

Lei Zhan's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He felt a burning sensation on his face, as if he had been slapped hard several times.

The other members of the Thunder Commando were too ashamed to watch, and they all covered their faces, wishing they could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

In the video, Yan Wang was still being beaten violently. The miserable scene was heartbreaking.

Director Wen watched this scene and couldn't help but sigh again: "They clearly risked their lives for the mission, but because of a stupid order, they died in obscure circumstances, and even their sacrifice became a joke. This is the tragedy of undercover agents..."

His voice was very soft, but it hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.