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

He found a high vantage point in a corner and observed the warehouse door. Soon after, a series of black cars pulled up outside the warehouse, and out stepped several imposing men, clearly members of some underground organization. Huang Feipeng's heart raced slightly; the pressure from these men forced him to be even more cautious. He had witnessed this scene countless times, but each time he knew that the slightest mistake could be fatal.

The warehouse's roller shutter door slowly rose, and the man in the trench coat walked to the door and shook hands with one of the men. Huang Feipeng's gaze sharpened; that man was another wanted fugitive, a ruthless and vicious criminal with several murders on his hands. It seemed this transaction was larger than he had anticipated; it wasn't just a simple trade of goods, but perhaps involved more complex interests.

Huang Feipeng quickly snapped a few photos, capturing the man's face, then hid his phone and continued observing. The man began moving boxes into the warehouse one by one. Huang Feipeng noticed that the boxes had no markings but were tightly sealed with iron locks. He couldn't help but wonder if they contained some kind of contraband, or perhaps something even more dangerous.

Just then, the man in the trench coat suddenly stopped, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily. Huang Feipeng's heart tightened; he tried to hold his breath, hiding in the darkness. He knew how sharp the sense of smell of these criminals was; even the faintest scent could alert them. The man in the trench coat frowned, seemingly unaware of anything amiss, and then continued directing his men to move the goods.

Huang Feipeng relaxed slightly, but remained vigilant. He knew that if tonight's operation succeeded, they could not only capture the man in the trench coat but also potentially uncover a deeper criminal network. However, he was also aware that such missions often encountered unexpected setbacks at the most crucial moments. He had to stay alert at all times and could not afford to make any mistakes.

Just as the transaction was about to be completed, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the warehouse. Huang Feipeng quickly concealed himself, his gaze coldly fixed on the doorway. Several strangers dressed in black filed in, their faces grim, clearly prepared for the occasion. From their clothing and demeanor, Huang Feipeng discerned that this group was not ordinary gang members, but rather assassins sent by some unknown force. A thought flashed through his mind; he vaguely sensed that tonight's transaction was likely more than just a simple black market deal.

Sure enough, the atmosphere inside the warehouse instantly tensed. The standoff between the man in the trench coat and the assassin in black became increasingly pronounced, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder ready to explode. Huang Feipeng quickly analyzed the situation in his mind. He knew this was a golden opportunity to use these sudden assassins to break the deadlock and completely disrupt the transaction. However, he also knew that the slightest misstep could plunge him into a chaotic battle, leaving him with no way out.

The silence in the warehouse was broken when a low gunshot ripped through the darkness, the bullet striking a black-clad assassin precisely in the chest. Caught off guard, the man fell to the ground, and the others immediately drew their weapons, igniting a fierce gunfight. Huang Feipeng sneered inwardly, quickly slipping deeper into the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment.

Huang Feipeng's gun trembled slightly in the darkness, his finger gripping the trigger tightly. He was huddled behind a discarded metal rack, his gaze calmly sweeping over the chaotic battle within the warehouse. The intense gunfire made the air so tense it was almost suffocating; he could feel the vibration of each bullet striking metal, the cold, piercing sound directly assaulting his nerves. He wasn't in a hurry to act; he knew that acting too soon in this situation would be tantamount to exposing himself. He only needed to wait, wait for his opponent to make a fatal mistake.

The man in the trench coat dodged and weaved through the melee with agile and precise movements. Every dodge and counterattack displayed exceptional combat skills, while Huang Feipeng's gaze never left him for a moment. Huang Feipeng could sense the cruelty and ruthlessness that erupted from the man in the trench coat amidst the gunfire—a ferocity that only someone who had crawled out of a pile of corpses possessed. Facing these sudden attacks from black-clad assassins, he showed no panic, but rather grew even more composed. This opponent was undoubtedly the most formidable one he had pursued for years.

He was calculating in his mind: the number of bullets, the enemy's firepower distribution, the best time to strike... These details raced through his mind with his usual precision and rationality. However, as the gunfight escalated, he felt a vague unease, an unease like a thorn stuck in his heart, cold and hard to shake off.

"Does he know someone's watching him?" Huang Feipeng couldn't help but wonder. The man in the trench coat and his men seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally drawing his gaze to the other side of the warehouse, as if deliberately leaving one direction unattended to lure Huang Feipeng out of hiding. Huang Feipeng narrowed his eyes and smiled coldly. He knew that in this situation, revealing a weakness would only be suicide; he wouldn't fall for it.

The melee intensified. Although the black-clad assassins outnumbered the man in the trench coat, they didn't seem to have a complete grasp of his movements. The air inside the warehouse was thick with the smell of gunpowder, and each gunshot seemed to shrink the space between the two sides. The assassins' bullets were dwindling, and their pace slowed. Huang Feipeng clearly saw that after a brief stalemate, the man in the trench coat was looking for an opportunity to break through.

Just as he was adjusting his position to get closer, a dull, untimely hunger pang struck him. He had expended a great deal of energy during the previous ambush, his body was exhausted, and he had barely slept a wink the night before. This small physiological need suddenly surfaced, adding to his impatience. He remembered the few bottles of milk he had hastily bought before heading to the warehouse, but now was clearly not the time to drink them. He shook his head, forcing himself to concentrate, but the hunger stubbornly lingered in his mind.

"Tonight must end as soon as possible." He sneered inwardly, his eyes gradually turning cold as he fixed his gaze back on the man in the trench coat.

The gunfire gradually subsided in the warehouse, the floor littered with spent shell casings and shattered glass. The man in the trench coat glanced at his dead subordinate, a flash of anger in his eyes, yet he remained as calm as iron. He whispered a few instructions to the few remaining men behind him, his voice drowned out by the chaotic noise, so Huang Feipeng couldn't hear him clearly, but he could read the man in the trench coat's lips—"Retreat."

Huang Feipeng knew this was the opportunity he had been waiting for. He quickly moved closer to the corner of the wall, concealing himself in the shadows, his steps so light they were almost silent. As the man in the trench coat led his men away towards the back door of the warehouse, Huang Feipeng silently circled around to the side door, gripping his gun tightly, his fingertips turning slightly white. At that moment, he felt his heartbeat gradually slow down, his calmness almost devoid of warmth, his eyes filled only with a resolute killing intent.