The country entrusted me to buy an aircraft carrier, Hou Liangping, do you dare to investigate?

He felt the oppressive atmosphere in the air growing stronger, as if some potential danger was approaching, yet he didn't know where it came from. Huang Feipeng tried to calm himself down, silently pondering, "This old guy has been mocking me. Is his plan not over yet? Have I overlooked something?"

Huang Feipeng stood in the middle of the alley, his gaze sweeping from the old man on the ground to every corner around him. A hidden danger seemed to lurk in the cramped space—perhaps a sudden counterattack, or another accomplice lurking in the shadows. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and cold sweat broke out on his palms.

"We can't stay any longer," Huang Feipeng decided. He had to get the old man back as soon as possible; leaving him in this narrow alley was not a wise move. He looked down at the old man on the ground; his breathing had begun to slow and heavy, clearly the anesthetic was taking effect.

“But that doesn’t mean he’s really surrendered…” Huang Feipeng thought coldly, a hint of wariness in his eyes. This criminal was not one to give up easily; he was like a wounded wild beast, ready to retaliate at any moment.

Just as Huang Feipeng was about to bend down and lift the old man, he suddenly heard an extremely faint sound. The sound was so low that it almost blended into the surrounding background noise, but thanks to his years of training, Huang Feipeng instantly caught the unusual sound.

"Someone's there!" His heart skipped a beat, and his whole body tensed instantly. He quickly turned around, his gaze sweeping towards the other end of the alley. He still couldn't see anyone in the narrow space, but the voice clearly came from some dark corner.

Huang Feipeng's hand instinctively reached for his waist; he knew he couldn't afford to be careless now. The enemy was in the shadows, while he was exposed. The alleyway ended in a maze of buildings and garbage, seemingly blocking the way out, but Huang Feipeng knew that with such a cunning opponent, any seemingly ordinary corner could harbor danger.

Huang Feipeng stood in the narrow alley, his mind churning. Everything that had happened today was simply unbelievable to him. Although dealing with emergencies was routine for a criminal police officer, today's situation had developed in a way that was beyond his expectations and completely deviated from his original plan.

"How could things have turned out like this..." he muttered to himself, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. Recalling the terrifying moment, the old man's steel needle had almost pierced his face. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, that momentary lapse in judgment could have put him in grave danger. Thinking of this, Huang Feipeng felt a wave of fear and even some self-reproach—he had thought he was well-prepared and had a thorough plan, and the props he had bought seemed to promise him an easy mission, but he had underestimated this cunning opponent.

“These tools…” Huang Feipeng looked helplessly at the unused equipment at his waist, a bitter smile creeping onto his face. These high-tech tools, originally prepared for the arrest, had become a burden. He had planned to use a tracker to lock onto the target, mini handcuffs to restrain the suspect, and even prepared smoke grenades as a last resort, but now all of that seemed superfluous. The criminal in front of him didn't give him a chance to use those tools; everything was changing in an instant, forcing him to rely solely on reaction speed and intuition to solve the problem.

He remained standing there, glancing down at the old man on the ground, subdued by anesthetic. The man's semi-conscious state made Huang Feipeng realize how hard-won today's victory had been. This old man was infuriatingly cunning; every subtle expression and movement made Huang Feipeng wary. Even so, things were far from over. He knew that the faint footsteps in the alley were definitely not a trivial coincidence.

"One unexpected thing after another today..." Huang Feipeng's anxiety rose again. He was never afraid of dealing with complex situations, but this seemingly smooth but fraught situation always made him uneasy. He recalled every detail from when he woke up this morning until now, feeling that every step he took today seemed to be full of uncertainty. He always habitually planned every step and calculated possible risks, but today—he had to admit that there were many things he had not anticipated at all.

The faint footsteps at the other end of the alley seemed to grow clearer, as if approaching, yet also lingering intentionally or unintentionally in the shadows. This uncertain sound stretched Huang Feipeng's nerves to their limit. His intuition told him that the newcomer was no ordinary person; they were likely an accomplice of the criminal, or even the mastermind lurking in the shadows.

"Who would appear at a time like this?" Various possibilities flashed through Huang Feipeng's mind. He could have simply taken the old man away, but now he hesitated. This alley held too many unknown dangers; if he acted rashly, he might find himself in even deeper trouble. It wasn't fear, but rather the sense of unpredictability that made him uneasy.

Suddenly, the faint footsteps stopped, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment. Huang Feipeng stared intently at the direction from which the sound came, his hand already stealthily reaching for the gun at his waist. He knew he couldn't afford to take any risks now; any carelessness could put him at a disadvantage. He pricked up his ears, trying to catch any subtle movement, his heart pounding with tension.

"Come out!" Huang Feipeng suddenly shouted, his voice echoing through the alley with a strong sense of intimidation. He hoped this would force the other party out, break the stalemate, and seize the initiative. However, the other party did not respond, remaining hidden in the darkness, as if engaging in some kind of silent confrontation.

Time seemed to stretch out, and Huang Feipeng's heartbeat echoed clearly in his ears. He couldn't help but wonder, who exactly was this person? Why did they appear at this time? Were they an accomplice of the criminal? Or just some bystander with unclear intentions? This uncertainty made Huang Feipeng even more alert.

Suddenly, a soft breathing sound broke the silence, and Huang Feipeng instantly pinpointed the source of the sound. He quickly adjusted his posture, his fingers already on the butt of his gun, ready to strike at any moment. At the other end of the alley, something seemed to be moving slowly in the darkness.

"Come out!" Huang Feipeng shouted again, his tone firm and unyielding. He couldn't delay any longer; there had been enough unexpected events today, and he didn't want any more unknown dangers to come near him.