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

"Damn it..." Huang Feipeng's heart suddenly started racing in those few seconds. Although he maintained his pretense, his mind was filled with immense unease. He knew it was just a small gamble, but at this moment, he had no choice but to go all in.

In the distance, Huang Feipeng heard approaching footsteps. The enemies didn't seem to notice anything amiss immediately; they continued along their previous path, slowing their pace and beginning to survey their surroundings. Huang Feipeng's heart tightened involuntarily. He knew that in the next second, he would face a life-or-death test.

"They didn't rush up immediately." Huang Feipeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he still appeared to be unconscious, he was beginning to tense up inside. The enemy's footsteps grew closer and closer, even pausing at the edge of the rooftop. At that moment, Huang Feipeng could almost hear the sound of his own blood flowing, and his rapid breathing seemed to echo in the empty rooftop.

He slowly opened his eyes, his confusion and weakness evident. The enemy was getting closer and closer; Huang Feipeng could almost feel their presence, and their whispers gradually reached his ears.

"He's fallen?" A deep voice sounded in Huang Feipeng's ear, filled with uncertainty and hesitation.

"Yes, he must be exhausted," another voice chimed in, clearly not immediately realizing Huang Feipeng's true condition.

“Continue to observe,” the third voice said coldly, its tone tinged with wariness. Huang Feipeng sensed a subtle shift in the enemy's demeanor from these words; clearly, they hadn't completely let their guard down and were still cautiously assessing whether he was disguising himself.

Huang Feipeng closed his eyes tightly, silently deepening his feigned unconsciousness. He quickly calculated the enemy's next move in his mind, knowing that if they decided to approach him, it would mean that his illusion had succeeded, but it also meant that he had to act quickly, otherwise his disguise would be exposed.

After a moment of silence, the enemy's footsteps sounded again, this time even closer to Huang Feipeng. The footsteps were almost brushing past him, and every nerve in his body tensed, his mind filled with the enemy's location and possible reactions.

He suddenly felt a slight dampness on his forehead; sweat had silently seeped in, and his body had become somewhat cold from tension. Every second was filled with a sense of oppression, as if the world was becoming smaller and smaller, and every breath became difficult.

"They're too close," Huang Feipeng muttered to himself. If the enemy chose to approach him directly for inspection, his feigned unconsciousness would be completely exposed. However, if the enemy chose to abandon further observation, he might have a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, the person closest to Huang Feipeng stopped. His breathing became clear, and he could almost feel the man staring at him, carefully assessing Huang Feipeng's reaction.

"Is this kid really unconscious?" The voice rang out again, this time with a doubtful tone, clearly not completely fooled by Huang Feipeng's act. Huang Feipeng's heart raced; he knew that this moment's decision would determine whether he could escape.

He suppressed his inner panic and began to silently repeat to himself, "Keep silent, don't expose yourself."

As the man's footsteps receded slightly, Huang Feipeng caught a glimpse of several people out of the corner of his eye. They stood on the rooftop, seemingly discussing something. Huang Feipeng knew this was his best opportunity. He knew the enemy was hesitant, but their target wasn't him; they were pursuing a more important clue.

Time seemed to slow down, every second filled with uncertainty. Huang Feipeng rapidly calculated the enemy's position in his mind, preparing to counterattack the moment they lowered their guard.

The enemy seemed to have decided to give up on getting any closer, and he heard that deep voice sound again: "He should be alright now, keep searching."

Huang Feipeng's heart was still pounding wildly. Although his body was forced to remain still, the tension in his heart almost made him breathless. The wind at his feet chilled him to the bone, and sweat kept sliding down his forehead, dripping onto the rough rooftop floor. He lay there quietly, feeling the footsteps gradually fade away, but he could not relax.

"Success..." He breathed a slight sigh of relief, but this relief was fleeting, quickly replaced by a surge of tension. Although the enemy hadn't immediately spotted him, it didn't mean he could escape easily. His mission was far from over; it had only just begun.

"If the reinforcements had arrived any later..." Huang Feipeng thought to himself, his eyelids trembling slightly as his mind gradually cleared. He took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, and the detailed plan began to surface in his mind. He knew he had entered a more dangerous situation—the enemy would become more vigilant once they knew he wasn't completely weakened.

Huang Feipeng was no longer the agile policeman wielding a weapon. His body now resembled a mere ornament, leaning against the corner of the rooftop, appearing helpless and isolated. The surrounding air seemed stagnant, pressing down on him so much he could barely breathe. He could even hear the whispers of his enemies, their words tinged with unease and hesitation, as if they too were contemplating their next move.

"Continue the search, don't miss a single corner." The enemy's order came again. Huang Feipeng's eyes quickly scanned the area, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately suppressed every bit of strength in his body, maintaining absolute stillness. He could feel them approaching step by step, and almost every subtle sound reached his ears.

"Just a little longer, reinforcements will be here soon..." Huang Feipeng murmured to himself. His plan was already very simple—by feigning that he had lost his fighting ability, he had successfully lowered the enemy's guard, and the key now was to wait for reinforcements to arrive. However, the waiting time was too long, and Huang Feipeng couldn't help but feel an overwhelming anxiety.

The footsteps grew more frequent again, and Huang Feipeng's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white. He told himself silently that he couldn't rush things and couldn't let himself give himself away in the slightest.

Suddenly, a loud crash came from outside the rooftop door, followed by hurried footsteps. Reinforcements had finally arrived—he knew this was his only chance in this gamble.

"They're here." A surge of excitement and power welled up in Huang Feipeng's heart. He felt the air begin to move, and the oppressive atmosphere around him eased slightly. But he didn't get up rashly; instead, he kept his eyes tightly closed, maintaining his feigned unconscious state, awaiting the enemy's reaction.