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

"Okay, we need to hurry." Huang Feipeng's anxiety intensified. He couldn't bear to see the missing girl suffer any more pain; time had become a merciless enemy for her.

As they drew closer to their target, Huang Feipeng grew increasingly tense. Upon reaching the warehouse, he couldn't help but carefully observe his surroundings. It was deathly silent, save for a gentle breeze and the occasional call of an unknown bird, creating an eerie atmosphere. A sense of unease rose within him, as if everything was foreshadowing what was about to happen.

“Right here,” the man said in a low voice, his expression growing increasingly tense. He walked towards a dilapidated iron gate, his hand trembling slightly, as if he hesitated whether to push open this door leading to the unknown.

Huang Feipeng thought to himself, "No matter what, I have to go in." He stepped forward involuntarily and pushed open the iron gate with both hands. The gate made a piercing creaking sound, as if warning them of the danger they were about to face.

The warehouse was dark and damp, with thick layers of dust covering the walls and a pungent, putrid stench filling the air. Huang Feipeng moved forward slowly, his mind on high alert. He knew he had entered enemy territory, and any small movement could have unpredictable consequences.

"Quick, stay close to me," Huang Feipeng whispered, his eyes carefully searching the dim environment. He knew in his heart that the missing girl's fate might lie here, and he had to find her.

Just then, the man's gaze lingered on a corner, and a thought seemed to flash through his mind: "Wait a minute, I remember this place..." His voice carried a hint of tension, and his eyes flickered with fear and memories.

"Do you know this place?" Huang Feipeng immediately noticed the change in his emotions, his heart tightened, and he also looked towards that corner. There seemed to be some blurry shadows there, and the dim light made Huang Feipeng's heartstrings twitch slightly.

“I…I’ve seen their transactions here before.” The man’s voice trembled, as if recalling a painful past. A nameless fear welled up inside him. “I heard some voices; they were talking about some secret things.”

"A secret? What is it?" Huang Feipeng asked impatiently, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

“I’ve heard some names, and details of the transaction.” The man’s voice deepened, as if he were trying to piece together that hazy memory. Huang Feipeng sensed that this might be the key to solving the mystery of the missing girl.

"Do you remember?" Huang Feipeng stared intently at him, hoping to glean more information. Time was of the essence at this moment; if they didn't act quickly, they might lose their chance to find her.

“I remember a name…” the man recalled with difficulty, his face contorted in pain. Fear and helplessness surged within him at that moment, “It’s called ‘Black Hand,’ a very dangerous organization.”

"The Black Hand?" Huang Feipeng's heart skipped a beat, and a blurry figure flashed through his mind. He had heard of this organization somewhere in the city; rumors circulated that they were involved in shady dealings. What connection did the missing girl have with them?

Just then, the man's voice continued to echo in his ears: "They have many men. I've seen a few of them; they are all highly skilled and particularly cunning."

"Then we must be careful," Huang Feipeng said in a low voice, secretly on guard. He knew that if they wanted to rescue the missing girl from this organization, they would have to face enormous danger.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. The dark corners around him seemed like lurking beasts, filling him with fear. However, as his longing for the missing girl and a sense of responsibility surged within him, he knew that no matter how great the danger, he had to face it.

“We have to split up.” Huang Feipeng suddenly made up his mind. “I’ll go find her, and you’ll be in charge of finding more clues.”

"Separate? That's too dangerous!" The man seemed extremely anxious. "You can't handle them alone!"

"I can't wait any longer." Huang Feipeng's eyes were firm, and he thought to himself, "This is my only chance to find her." He clenched his fists tightly, and made up his mind that he must overcome his fear.

“You’re right, I’ll try my best to stay in touch.” A hint of hesitation flashed in the man’s eyes, but he finally nodded, seemingly inspired by Huang Feipeng’s determination.

“Okay, let’s wait a little longer,” Huang Feipeng said, trying to find an opportunity to pause. He secretly thought to himself, “If we can find more clues, perhaps we can buy her more time.”

Just then, his gaze inadvertently fell upon a detail in the corner of the wall, and a thought struck him. He decided to go forward and examine it closely. It was a blurry fingerprint, seemingly faintly visible on the dark wall. Huang Feipeng's heart skipped a beat: "Could this be the clue I've been searching for?"

“There’s something here,” he said softly, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He gently touched the fingerprint with his fingers, thinking to himself, “This might be a trace they left behind. I can use this clue to find the missing girl.”

"Fingerprints? Are they that important?" The man quickly leaned forward, his eyes flashing with unease. "We have to be careful; fingerprints could give us away."

"I'll be careful." A sense of determination welled up in Huang Feipeng's heart as he considered how to turn this clue into help for them. He thought to himself, "No matter what, I must not let the missing girl get hurt again."

"Let's get out of here quickly," the man said urgently, as if urging Huang Feipeng. His expression grew increasingly tense. "The atmosphere here makes me very uneasy."

“I know, but I have to memorize these fingerprints,” Huang Feipeng insisted. He knew how important this clue was and couldn’t give up easily. He took a picture of the fingerprints with his phone, thinking to himself, “Perhaps this can help me find her.”

Huang Feipeng felt a growing sense of urgency. He gripped his phone, the fingerprint photos he'd taken gleaming faintly, as if reminding him that the missing girl's fate was inextricably linked to these fingerprints. The man beside him appeared anxious, glancing around frequently, seemingly afraid someone might appear at any moment. His increasingly tense expression made Huang Feipeng feel a sense of unease.

"I must get these fingerprints identified as soon as possible," Huang Feipeng muttered to himself, various possibilities flashing through his mind. If a record matching these fingerprints could be found in the police database, it might be possible to quickly identify the kidnappers and even find out the whereabouts of the missing girl.