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

"Why is one person missing again?" The man in the trench coat suddenly turned his head and coldly scanned his surroundings. His gaze was so sharp it seemed to pierce through the darkness. Huang Feipeng's heart tightened slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. He had long since learned how to blend into his surroundings in such situations, moving like a ghost in the shadows.

"The target isn't here," he said in a low voice to his subordinate beside him, his eyes scanning every corner lurking in the darkness warily. "Be careful, someone might be following us."

"Boss, should we evacuate?" one of his men asked in a low voice, his tone tinged with unease.

The man in the trench coat snorted coldly, a sinister glint flashing between his brows. "Withdraw, but first get rid of the 'flies' in this warehouse."

Upon hearing this, Huang Feipeng's eyes flashed with a cold smile. He knew the man in the trench coat was setting a trap for him, trying to make him reveal a weakness as he approached. But he wouldn't fall for it easily; he had the man's every move under his control. Huang Feipeng slowly retreated, maintaining absolute concealment, giving his opponent no chance.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps broke the silence from the warehouse entrance. Huang Feipeng instantly became alert and turned his gaze towards the entrance. It was a group of police reinforcements; the armed officers quickly rushed into the warehouse, pointing their guns at the trench coat man's men. Huang Feipeng knew he couldn't delay any longer, otherwise the trench coat man might escape. He took a deep breath, suddenly rushed out of his hiding place, and fired two shots at the trench coat man.

"Bang! Bang!" The bullets grazed the man in the trench coat's shoulder. He staggered and staggered back a few steps in pain. Then he glared at Huang Feipeng, drew a knife from his waist with a cold smile, and his eyes were filled with fierce killing intent.

"You've finally decided to show yourself," he said in a deep, chilling voice, the blade reflecting a cold glint in the darkness. "I didn't expect you to be nothing more than this."

Huang Feipeng didn't respond. His expression was cold, his gaze fixed intently on the trench coat man's every move. He knew he absolutely couldn't let the man leave the warehouse, or the consequences would be unimaginable. He slowly raised his gun, his steps as light and swift as a cheetah as he approached the trench coat man, closing the distance between them to a deadly level in an instant.

Just as the two were less than an arm's length apart, the man in the trench coat suddenly attacked, his knife flashing like lightning as he thrust it towards Huang Feipeng. Huang Feipeng swiftly dodged to the side, simultaneously raising his elbow and striking the man squarely in the chest. The man grunted, staggering back a few steps, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

"You think you can catch me?" The man in the trench coat sneered, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, a hint of madness in his eyes. He knew he was cornered, but he had no intention of surrendering.

Huang Feipeng stared coldly at him, his heart filled with chilling killing intent. He was already used to such duels; the enemy before him was merely one link in his countless missions. Yet, a strange feeling inexplicably welled up within him. The madness and obsession emanating from this man were like a mirror, reflecting in him the gradually numbed heart he had cultivated over the years of hunting criminals.

He didn't speak, but silently pointed the gun at the other person and gently pulled the trigger.

Just then, heavy footsteps echoed from inside the warehouse. A subordinate ran in carrying a black package, shouting frantically, "Boss, our goods have been exposed! The police will be sending people to seal this place off!"

The man in the trench coat gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with furious flames. He glanced back at Huang Feipeng, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness, then suddenly ran towards the depths of the warehouse, seemingly trying to find a hidden exit.

Huang Feipeng had been sleeping poorly lately. Night after night, he would wake up in the dark, staring at the ceiling, a vague sense of unease creeping into his heart. Each time he closed his eyes, countless flashbacks seemed to race through his mind: rapid breathing, a cunning smile, a terrified gaze, and the color of blood. These images alternated, carrying an immense sense of oppression, causing him to wake up in the early hours of the morning countless times. He thought he had long since grown accustomed to this kind of life, but this time, an indescribable unease began to rise within him. He knew that behind this cunning criminal lay a deeper secret, a dark corner that he could not easily access.

The air inside the warehouse was suffocating, thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood. Huang Feipeng's eyes were fixed on the direction the man in the trench coat had fled. He knew he had to end this tonight, or the torment of sleepless nights would likely plunge him into endless confusion. This wasn't the first time he'd hunted down such desperate criminals, but today's mission had left him exceptionally exhausted—not just physically, but also with a deep-seated, invisible mental torment.

"You can't escape." Huang Feipeng gritted his teeth, coldly repeating these words in his heart. He then quickened his pace, silently moving through the shadows of the warehouse. The only sounds he could hear were his own faint breathing and the receding footsteps of the man in the trench coat deep within the warehouse. His movements were steady and agile, like a bloodthirsty cheetah, approaching its prey step by step.

The man in the trench coat seemed to sense someone following him, glancing back every now and then with a hint of wariness and anxiety in his eyes. His footsteps echoed in the warehouse, tinged with panic. He knew he was being watched, knew that a pair of sharp eyes were silently approaching from behind. This oppressive feeling made his heart race, and he gripped his gun tighter and tighter.

"Who are you?" he hissed, a hint of panic in his eyes. He wasn't unfamiliar with pursuing police officers, but he had never encountered an opponent as persistent and composed as Huang Feipeng. The man seemed to be following him like a ghost, as if he could see through his every move, closing in step by step but never in a hurry to reveal himself. This oppressive feeling from the enemy made his nerves taut, almost unbearable.

Huang Feipeng didn't respond, only silently quickening his pace. A feeling of extreme exhaustion gradually grew within him, like countless needles piercing his brain; his vision blurred slightly, and his steps felt heavy. But he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm, trying his best not to let fatigue control his thoughts. He knew that a moment of relaxation could allow the man in the trench coat to exploit him, or even turn the tables on him. Over the years, he had experienced too many life-or-death situations, and had long since developed a clear understanding of his body's limits, but tonight's heaviness felt particularly unusual.

"Why are you following me?" The man in the trench coat suddenly stopped, his eyes filled with madness. He turned sharply and shouted into the shadows, his voice filled with helplessness and anger.