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

This left Huang Feipeng feeling a sense of powerlessness. He even felt a pang of self-reproach, thinking his preparations had been too hasty. He should have brought more lethal equipment instead of these "mild" gadgets. If he had decided to bring his handgun back then, perhaps he wouldn't be in this passive situation now.

"I won't let you succeed so easily," Huang Feipeng said in a low voice, his voice tinged with weariness yet resolute. He knew that his opponent was waiting for him to break down, trying to psychologically pressure him into losing his composure first. But Huang Feipeng understood that he absolutely could not show any weakness at this moment.

His gaze swept quickly across his surroundings; even in the darkness, he could vaguely make out the objects around him. On the left wall, he spotted an old water pipe leading to an abandoned building at the end of the alley. The entrance to that building might be his only chance to escape his current predicament.

"I need to create an opportunity." Huang Feipeng's mind raced; he had to take the initiative. Simply defending would only put him on the defensive, especially against such a cunning opponent. Even if he wasn't afraid of death, he would never allow himself to be defeated so humiliatingly here.

Huang Feipeng's left hand gently reached for the small pouch at his waist. His fingertips lightly touched it, and he felt the round object. It was one of his most trusted tools—a flashbang. He knew that relying on this thing might not be able to completely reverse the situation, but it could at least buy him some precious time and space.

The criminal's voice rang out again, as if he could see right through Huang Feipeng's thoughts: "Huang Feipeng, do you think you can turn the tables? I expected those little toys you were carrying. Don't even think about using them in a place like this." His voice was full of confidence, making it seem as if he had everything under control.

Huang Feipeng didn't respond, but silently reached into his bag for a flashbang. His heart raced, and he felt time stretch out invisibly, every detail becoming crystal clear. In that instant, time and space flowed at an incredibly slow pace in his mind.

He knew his plan was risky, and the slightest mistake could expose him to complete danger. However, this was also his only chance at this moment. Huang Feipeng suddenly made up his mind, gripped the flashbang switch tightly, took a deep breath, and suddenly threw it in the direction of the criminals.

"Snapped--"

The flashbang exploded in mid-air, its blinding white light instantly illuminating the entire alley, piercing the darkness like a sharp sword. Huang Feipeng almost instinctively closed his eyes, simultaneously moving his body swiftly to the left. His right hand pressed tightly against the wall as he practically tumbled and crawled towards the abandoned building.

"This... should stop him for a few seconds!" Huang Feipeng thought to himself, but he didn't dare to stop for even a moment. The time seemed to be shorter than he expected. The blinding white light had just disappeared when his vision was plunged into darkness, as if the entire alley had been swallowed up by an invisible shadow once again.

"You think this little trick can disorient me?" The criminal's voice came from afar, tinged with disdain and indifference. Huang Feipeng's heart sank; he had underestimated his opponent's adaptability and reaction speed. The criminal not only didn't panic at the flashbang, but instead used the opportunity to adjust his posture, his voice still carrying an air of complete control.

Huang Feipeng had no time to think; all he knew was that the only thing he could do now was to quicken his pace. He yanked open the old wooden door, which creaked open with a piercing sound that seemed to freeze the air in the alley. He practically threw himself inside, his body slamming heavily against the wall, his breathing becoming rapid.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few faint beams of moonlight filtering through the broken windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor. His eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, and he rapidly scanned his surroundings. The abandoned building was clearly dilapidated, the air thick with dust and the smell of decay, with various discarded planks and old furniture piled up around it.

Huang Feipeng tried his best to calm his breathing, but his heart was still pounding. He knew this building was not safe; the criminal could catch up at any moment. Worst of all, he wasn't familiar with the layout, while the criminal likely already knew all the exits and possible escape routes.

"Calm down, Feipeng, calm down," he kept reminding himself, forcing himself to break free from the quagmire of emotions. His mind quickly returned to a rational state; his left hand still gripped his waist pouch tightly, while his right hand held the dagger. He still had a few numbing injections left, but the timing of their use still required precise judgment.

Just as Huang Feipeng was deep in thought, he heard light footsteps outside the door. The criminal, as expected, wasn't giving him much of a chance to breathe and was rapidly approaching. Huang Feipeng's heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand; every sound was like a death knell. He forced himself to calm down, thinking about how to use his surroundings to fight back.

Suddenly, he noticed an old cabinet in the corner. Although it was worn and dilapidated, it seemed sturdy enough. A thought flashed through Huang Feipeng's mind—perhaps he could use this old furniture to set a trap, at least to delay his opponent for a while and buy himself more breathing room.

He approached the cabinet with extremely light footsteps, trying not to make a sound. At the same time, the footsteps beside him grew clearer. The criminal was closing in, and Huang Feipeng knew he didn't have much time.

He quickly moved some miscellaneous items next to the cabinet to create a false sense of disorder, then quietly hid to the side. At this moment, the numbing syringe in his hand was ready, his heartbeat seemed to stop, and his whole body was tense to the limit.

The footsteps outside the door stopped.

"Where do you think you can hide?" the criminal's voice rang out again, deep and cold, as if the judgment of death had already arrived.

Huang Feipeng took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Everything today was so unexpected; he had never anticipated that his opponent would be so ruthless and cunning. This wasn't just a simple tracking or capture, but a true life-or-death struggle. The criminal's footsteps drew closer; he could clearly hear the steady gait, each step seeming to tap on the rhythm of his heart, making his heart pound even more erratically.

He hadn't expected things to become so complicated. The plan had been perfectly clear, and all the props and equipment were supposed to work under these circumstances.