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

Huang Feipeng knew that once discovered by the enemy, he would have almost no chance of fighting back. At this moment, various possible scenarios flashed through his mind, and every choice was a matter of life and death.

"I didn't expect it to be so casual," Huang Feipeng thought to himself. He was always cautious, but this time he had been too confident and overlooked the enemy's reaction. His eyes flickered slightly, and his unease grew stronger. The enemy was getting closer and closer, and every second made him feel like he was being cornered. Footsteps were approaching from outside, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"They definitely know I'm here." Huang Feipeng's heart pounded, but his mind became increasingly clear. His gaze remained fixed on the factory gate, his mind rapidly calculating his next move. The enemy's footsteps drew closer, each step pounding heavily in his heart like a drumbeat, making it hard for him to breathe.

"I can't let them find me," Huang Feipeng muttered to himself, holding his breath and trying to remain as still as possible. As the enemy drew closer, he could almost feel their approaching presence, as if each step was encroaching on his space. That sense of danger was like a persistent shadow, looming over him.

He tried to calm himself and rethink his options. Huang Feipeng knew that every choice he made was fraught with danger, and any mistake could plunge him into even greater despair. Alarm bells rang in his mind; he had to find a way out and prevent the enemy from getting closer.

Just then, Huang Feipeng suddenly heard a slight pause in the footsteps outside. His heart skipped a beat, and his body involuntarily tensed. He knew that the enemy had reached the vicinity of his hiding place, only a hair's breadth away.

"If I can avoid this, perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope." Huang Feipeng's gaze suddenly sharpened, his mind racing. He knew the enemy now believed he was completely trapped, but if he could cleverly exploit their misjudgment, he might be able to turn the tide. The only way now was to create an unexpected situation, making the enemy mistakenly believe he had escaped the factory, thus losing their target.

“However, this also means I have to take a huge risk.” Huang Feipeng knew that every detail in his hands could not be taken lightly. If he failed, the consequences would be unimaginable. The situation before him was becoming increasingly complicated, and his heart was beating faster and faster. It was either a clean getaway or a dead end; he no longer had much time to delay.

Suddenly, a strange voice came to his ear, deep and steady: "He's still here, don't make any rash moves."

Huang Feipeng's heart sank, and his face instantly turned ashen. The voice was undoubtedly issuing orders to those around him; the enemy had surrounded the factory. If he didn't react now, he might very well be trapped in a tight encirclement.

"I can't wait any longer." Huang Feipeng finally made his decision. He silently retreated from behind the metal frame, lightly jumped into the shadows, and quickly groped for a way out. At this moment, he did not choose to rush out directly, but planned to go around to the other side, using the intricate structure of the factory to quickly cross to another exit.

However, just as he made a move, he suddenly heard the faint vibration of footsteps beside him. The enemy seemed to have noticed the movement, and that dangerous aura drew closer once more.

Huang Feipeng's eyes sharpened instantly, and he made a decision in a flash. He decided to risk using a self-created "fog technique"—creating an effect that would prevent the enemy from determining his true movements. He threw the backpack in his hand, which drew an arc in the air and crashed directly into a corner of the factory with a loud thud.

As the sound of his backpack falling echoed, Huang Feipeng quickly circled around the other corner and aimed at a hidden staircase leading to the rooftop. At this moment, he had to be swift and decisive, creating an unpredictable situation for the enemy, making them believe that he was still in the same place.

"This time, I must succeed," Huang Feipeng told himself firmly. He barely glanced around again, quickly climbing the stairs. Each step made his steps heavier, but he dared not slow down. The sense of urgency followed him relentlessly, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

His mind was completely clear, focused only on the ever-ascending stairs and the approaching exit. Each step was a test of his will. This time, he knew he had to be even more careful, not allowing the enemy to seize upon any detail.

Every second felt like torture. Finally, Huang Feipeng saw the rooftop door at the top of the stairs. The door was faintly visible in the sunlight, like a ray of light leading to freedom. However, his face remained tense, his wary eyes scanning his surroundings. He knew that every step he took could be a matter of life and death.

He flung open the door, only to be greeted by the cold wind of the rooftop and a vast, cage-like open space. Huang Feipeng clenched his fists tightly, stood in the center of the rooftop, held his breath, and waited for any movement outside.

Huang Feipeng stood on the edge of the rooftop, a cold wind whipping his hair into a frenzy. A thin layer of sweat covered his body, and his heart pounded heavily. The surrounding scenery blurred in his eyes, and his thoughts began to race. The situation remained fraught with uncertainty—had the enemy already discovered his escape? Would they launch a counterattack?

He took a deep breath, a cold smile creeping across his face—this was exactly what he wanted. He knew that he had to take an extreme action now, making it impossible for the enemy to discern his true intentions, forcing them to believe that he had nowhere to escape and lower their guard.

"Pretend to faint." The thought suddenly popped into his head, almost an instinctive reaction. Without hesitation, he quickly adjusted his standing posture, his body slowly drooping, his eyelids beginning to close heavily. As he slowly squatted down, he deliberately lost his balance, his body falling backward as if it had lost its support, landing heavily on the rooftop.

At that moment, Huang Feipeng tried his best to look weak and powerless, like a desperate fugitive who had been chased and was exhausted. His breathing became rapid and unsteady, his hands rested limply on his knees, his eyes were slightly open but deliberately unfocused, and his gaze was somewhat dazed.

He knew that if the enemy truly believed he had exhausted all his strength and intelligence, they would become complacent and at least pause to give him some breathing room. In that case, he might be able to create a completely undetected breakthrough in the next few minutes.