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

"No matter what, I have to go." Huang Feipeng's eyes were firm, and he thought to himself, "No matter the cost, I cannot give up the chance to save her."

The man was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright, I'll help you, but you must listen to me." His eyes showed a hint of seriousness, as if hinting at the impending danger.

"Thank you, I will take your advice seriously." Huang Feipeng nodded gratefully, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart. He knew this would be the crucial moment for him to rescue the missing girl.

A few minutes later, the man began to explain in detail the structure of the abandoned factory and the activity patterns of the Black Hand organization. Huang Feipeng listened attentively, constantly sketching out the scene in his mind, and secretly planning his next move.

“Security here is very tight. You have to find the right opportunity to sneak in,” the man said, a hint of tension in his voice. “If they find out, the consequences will be unimaginable.”

"I will choose to sneak in at night." Huang Feipeng made up his mind, thinking to himself, "The cover of night is a good choice, and it may increase my chances of success."

"Okay, remember, be very careful," the man reminded him again, his eyes showing concern. "If you encounter danger, be sure to retreat immediately."

"I will," Huang Feipeng replied, silently promising himself, "I will definitely bring the missing girl back." He looked at the darkening sky outside the window, a mix of anticipation and nervousness welling up inside him, and decided to make all the necessary preparations before nightfall.

Huang Feipeng stood by the coffee shop window, his heart filled with mixed emotions. The lights outside gradually came on, illuminating his resolute gaze. The image of the missing girl kept replaying in his mind; her innocent, yearning eyes pierced his heart. "I can't waste this time," he silently told himself. Although he knew the situation was complex and dangerous, a sense of urgency prevented him from stopping.

"I must act quickly," he muttered to himself, his expression serious, as if having a silent conversation with himself. He knew that any further delay would only worsen the missing girl's situation. His palms were slightly sweaty, and the image of the girl being imprisoned kept flashing through his mind, causing him increasing heartache.

"Huang Feipeng, are you ready?" His friend's voice came from behind, interrupting his thoughts. His friend sat down beside him, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you really going to the abandoned factory?"

"Yes, I must go." Huang Feipeng's voice was firm, and a hint of defiance appeared on his face. He told himself inwardly, "I can't hesitate any longer. Only by finding her can I unravel everything."

My friend sighed, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes: "You know that place is very dangerous, it's not as simple as you think."

“I know.” Huang Feipeng nodded firmly, pondering to himself, “But I can’t just sit idly by. Her time is running out, and I can’t let her down.” He knew that the Black Hand organization was ruthless, but he trusted his judgment and abilities and would never allow himself to back down at this crucial moment.

"So what are your plans?" The friend tried to find a hint of hesitation in Huang Feipeng's eyes, but there was only determination and resolve in his gaze.

“I will choose to sneak in at night,” Huang Feipeng said in a low voice, having already outlined a general plan in his mind. “They will be more relaxed under the cover of night, and I will take advantage of that opportunity.”

“I’ll help you prepare some things.” After a moment of contemplation, his friend finally decided to support Huang Feipeng’s plan. “However, I hope you can bring this toolkit with you; it contains some things you might need.”

"Thank you." Huang Feipeng nodded gratefully, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. He knew how precious it was to have the support of friends during this difficult journey.

In the café, the two cautiously exchanged information. Although the surrounding atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, Huang Feipeng's heart was like a turbulent sea, filled with unease and anticipation. His thoughts kept wandering between the fate of the missing girl and his own actions, and he felt an indescribable sense of responsibility.

"Huang Feipeng, I hope you can take good care of yourself." His friend's voice interrupted his thoughts, his eyes filled with worry. "No matter what happens, you can't take any risks."

"I will." Huang Feipeng smiled slightly, his eyes shining with determination. "I will be careful and will never let myself get into trouble." He silently thought to himself, "This road is full of thorns, but I have no way back, I can only keep moving forward."

As night fell, the city's neon lights shone like stars, illuminating Huang Feipeng's resolute face. He took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and stepped out of the coffee shop, silently planning his next move. Though darkness enveloped him, hope and courage burned within him.

Throughout the journey, Huang Feipeng was filled with complex emotions, including worry for the missing girl and fear of the unknown challenges ahead. However, he remained steadfast in his choice, his heart burning with a sense of mission to save her.

"If I can find her, all the effort will be worthwhile." He thought to himself, a surge of strength welling up inside him, as if cheering himself on.

He arrived near the abandoned factory. The surroundings were somewhat eerie; mold clung to the dilapidated walls, and the air was thick with a putrid stench that made him uncomfortable. Huang Feipeng took a deep breath, suppressing his fear, and quietly approached the factory gate.

"This is all I can do," he murmured to himself, then carefully observed his surroundings. The factory windows were dimly lit, with only occasional faint lights peeking through, seemingly telling him that it was not a quiet place.

Huang Feipeng glanced around quietly, mentally analyzing the potential dangers. "The Black Hand's security must be very strict, but nighttime might offer me some opportunities," he thought to himself, trying to remain calm.

Just then, he heard a faint sound beside him, and his heart instantly went on alert. His body instinctively moved to the side. He held his breath, gripped his tool bag tightly, and carefully observed everything around him.

"I hope it's just my imagination," Huang Feipeng thought to himself, but the unease still lingered. He knew that something unexpected could happen at any moment, and he had to remain vigilant.

He finally mustered his courage and quietly approached the side of the factory. A small window could be vaguely seen in the corner, emitting a faint light, seemingly from inside the factory. Huang Feipeng held his breath, trying to calm his heartbeat and make as little noise as possible.