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

But he knew even more clearly that he had no other choice. If he hesitated, he might really put himself in danger.

“I understand. We’ll act when the time comes.” Huang Feipeng looked at A Dong and nodded slightly in agreement.

The factory was eerily silent in the dead of night. The two men stood in a dimly lit corner, awaiting the start of their operation. Each second ticked by, tightening Huang Feipeng's nerves. He could clearly hear his own heartbeat and feel the tension in every muscle of his body. This tension before the attack wasn't fear, but an instinctive vigilance. Over the years, Huang Feipeng had grown accustomed to this feeling; it had made him more acutely aware and alert.

"Feipeng," Adong called softly, his eyes filled with tenderness and his tone carrying a barely perceptible concern, "Be careful."

Huang Feipeng turned his head, looking into A Dong's eyes, and a complex emotion welled up inside him. They had fought side by side for years, never paying much attention to the details. But tonight, this simple "be careful" brought him a long-lost warmth. He didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, indicating that he would handle it carefully.

The time had finally come. A-Dong approached the factory's control room first, his movements light and swift, like a black shadow. Huang Feipeng followed closely behind, maintaining a distance of several meters, ready to respond to any unexpected situation. The two moved silently, avoiding the occasional patrolling security guards, each step precisely calculated.

A-Dong stopped in front of the control room door, glanced back at Huang Feipeng to make sure he was ready, and then quietly unlocked the door. As soon as the door opened, A-Dong quickly slipped inside, followed closely by Huang Feipeng. Huang Feipeng scanned the room, only relaxing after confirming it was safe. A-Dong immediately began connecting to the control panel, rapidly accessing the monitoring screens and the control systems of the internal equipment. His hands flew across the keyboard, attempting to disrupt the factory's alarm system.

Huang Feipeng stood at the doorway, vigilantly watching the corridor, wary of any sudden accidents. Every minute and every second seemed so long, as if the slightest carelessness would leave them surrounded by countless enemies in this cold, impersonal factory.

"It's done!" Adong said in a low voice, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "I briefly interfered with the surveillance system, we have fifteen minutes."

Huang Feipeng nodded and quickly signaled A Dong to follow. The two swiftly left the control room and headed deeper into the factory. Just as they were about to enter their target area, they suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps in the distance. Huang Feipeng and A Dong exchanged a glance, then quickly slipped into the shadows, holding their breath and waiting for the footsteps to approach.

A few seconds later, a patrolman in a factory uniform slowly walked from the end of the corridor, flashlight in one hand, cautiously scanning his surroundings, clearly unaware of the lurking danger. Huang Feipeng's fingers lightly gripped the dagger, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He knew that under these circumstances, any exposure could lead to the operation's failure.

Ah Dong whispered softly in his ear, "Calm down, he'll get through this."

Huang Feipeng nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and forced himself to remain calm. The patrolman slowly approached, the beam of his flashlight sweeping past their hiding place. Huang Feipeng's heart beat a little faster, but he remained composed, his body tense, waiting for the patrolman's footsteps to gradually disappear into the distance.

The patrolman finally left the area out of sight, and Huang Feipeng breathed a sigh of relief, saying softly, "Continue, time is running out."

The two quickly traversed the corridor and arrived at their target location. This was the heart of the factory, where their target equipment was positioned next to a massive machine. Huang Feipeng signaled to A Dong to continue sabotaging the equipment, while he himself stood guard in a corner. Time flew by like sand, every second feeling urgent and dangerous.

Just as A Dong was halfway through his sabotage, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from deep within the factory, as if a group of people were rapidly approaching their location. Huang Feipeng instantly tensed up, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Someone's coming!" he warned in a low voice. A-Dong stopped what he was doing, quickly put away his tools, and signaled him to prepare to retreat.

The two men bypassed the group by using a hidden passage, trying to evade their pursuit. Huang Feipeng's heart was pounding, but he remained calm, assessing the best escape route. They moved stealthily under the cover of night, avoiding the patrolmen's sight, and finally reached a back door.

Huang Feipeng led his wife, Xiaoshan, through the night, their steps hurried and strained, as if countless eyes were watching them intently. He could almost feel the chilling pressure, as if someone would pounce out of the darkness and seize them at any moment. He dared not look back, nor dared he relax. Every step he took was extremely careful, yet he dared not stop, for he knew that if he stopped, they might have no chance of escape.

Xiao Shan beside him was clearly exhausted; she was breathing heavily, her breaths particularly noticeable in the quiet night. Despite the weariness in her eyes, she still forced herself to keep up, following behind Huang Feipeng. She knew the dangers of the journey ahead, and she knew that the man before her was her only support.

"Feipeng, how much longer do we have to run?" Xiaoshan's voice was weak but full of unease, trembling slightly, as if she was being slowly swallowed up by fear in the boundless night.

Huang Feipeng glanced at her, his eyes showing a hint of pity and heartache, but he quickly regained his composure and whispered to comfort her, "Almost there, just hang in there, there's a safe place ahead."

He knew it was a white lie, but in this situation, he had no choice but to keep it a secret. He couldn't bear to let Xiaoshan know the truth—they had no destination, no end; all they could do was keep running, trying to keep their distance from the danger behind them. The road seemed endless, but he couldn't stop, not daring to waste even a second.

As night deepened and the surrounding buildings blurred, they weaved through narrow alleys, the sounds of Xiao Shan's rapid breathing and his own increasingly rapid heartbeat fueled by their strenuous run filling his ears. Huang Feipeng knew that every second was a matter of life and death. A strong, even heavy, sense of responsibility surged within him. He had led Xiao Shan down this path of no return, though it wasn't his intention, yet he couldn't shake the guilt.