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Suddenly, he felt a note in his pocket, his pupils contracted sharply, and he said to his subordinates, "I want to rest for a bit. You guys go out and do your work."

"Yes, Inspector Li. You should get some rest!"

When the ambulance was empty, Li Jinfu sat up as if he had sprung a fish out of water. He looked at the pager number on the note with a serious expression and dialed it without hesitation.

Five minutes later, Li Jinfu got out of the ambulance and went to a public phone booth to make the call, following the number returned by the pager.

The current era of mobile phone calls has some drawbacks, and we will probably have to wait a few more years for barrier-free telephone communication.

After the call connected, Li Jinfu asked impatiently, "Did you kill O?"

"It doesn't matter who killed him. What matters is that the bullet that killed 'O' came from your gun, so the hero who took him down is none other than Officer Li." Qin Tai's disguised voice came out calmly.

Li Jinfu frowned. The other party's words made it clear that they were handing over the title of the number one assassin on the leaderboard, Mingli.

So, the other party is highly skilled, but not a member of the assassin organization.

Otherwise, the honor of taking down the number one assassin would be enough to drive any assassin organization crazy. This would be a golden opportunity to replace him and firmly occupy the top spot on the leaderboard, bringing with it a flood of orders and massive resources.

Li Jinfu belatedly realized: "You're the mysterious person who sent the anonymous tip! What was your purpose in doing this?"

"Just consider me a good citizen doing my part for a harmonious society in Hong Kong! These killers are too blatant, I can't stand it, so I not only want to bring these killers down in Hong Kong, but also destroy the dark web and restore peace to the world."

Qin Tai, somewhat unaccustomed to it, uttered those cringeworthy lines.

Li Jinfu seemed to realize something: "You want to completely destroy the dark web?"

Based on the accurate intelligence provided by this mysterious person, it is likely that they have close ties with the dark web. The repeated elimination of top assassins on the leaderboard through the police is undoubtedly a heavy blow to the dark web's credibility and has aroused strong suspicion from assassin organizations.

The fall of the number one assassin was the last straw that broke the camel's back!

Qin Tai said, "Before O died, he revealed his accounts on the dark web. I have already spoken out on the dark web, questioning its credibility and condemning the information leak, and the effect has been very significant."

"Now, it's up to you, the police hero who took down 'O, to perform at tomorrow's press conference."

The implication is that they are working together from within and without to completely crush the dark web's credibility system through public opinion.

Li Jinfu pondered for a while, then revealed a wry smile: "I never thought that one day, a dignified Interpol officer could become a fake hero."

"Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation, and we may keep in touch in the future."

Qin Tai smiled slightly and hung up the phone.

Li Jinfu had no reason to refuse. With the help of both inside and outside forces, he completely destroyed the credibility of the dark web, instigated infighting among major assassin organizations and intermediaries, watched them fight amongst themselves, and reaped the benefits, further expanding his gains.

In the interest of the public, this is the duty of Interpol.

Personally, this is a merit bestowed upon him by heaven, and his future career will be one of rapid advancement.

At that moment, from the ambulance on the other side, a pig-like scream filled the air like a demonic din.

"It hurts so much! Ouch, be gentle! My foot is broken!"

It was none other than Stephen Chow, the Flying Tigers assassin. Tears streamed down his face, his ankles were red and swollen, and he was dramatically doing sit-ups on the stretcher, looking quite comical.

Even Director Huang, who came forward to offer his condolences, was speechless: "Judging from your energetic appearance, I know you're alright! You just need some rest!"

"Chief, I've done a great service this time. You don't need to be so polite. Just a simple reward of a promotion of three ranks or a few hundred thousand would be fine!"

Stephen Chow immediately forced out a smug smile and looked at Director Huang with anticipation.

Bureau Chief Huang Bingyao rolled his eyes in anger, then swung his fist and gave Huang a flick on the forehead: "You still have the nerve to ask for a reward! The assassin escaped right under your nose, isn't that shameful enough? Besides, how many times have I told you to focus on teamwork? What kind of hero are you trying to be? Your teammates almost died because of you!"

Zhou Xingxing rubbed his head, looking aggrieved, and said, "Chief, please don't treat me like a brute! I've calculated everything! The brothers are wearing bulletproof vests, and their riot shields are at a good distance. At this moment, a wide-area bullet coverage can definitely break the enemy's tactics!"

"But how could I have imagined that guy would be so cunning and unethical, actually using a shot put as a grenade!"

Director Huang shook his head and sighed, "Given your performance this time, it will be difficult to convince the public!"

Zhou Xingxing's anus tightened: "Director, you're not going to discard me after I've served my purpose, are you? I sacrificed my precious vacation time to come back and work overtime!"

"Don't worry, the organization will not forget your contributions!" Director Huang said with a cunning glint behind his glasses, "How about this, you just need to do one thing for me, and I will personally submit a report for you and apply for the reward you deserve!"

"Sir, I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling..." Zhou Xingxing's eyelids twitched, and he panicked.

"It's simple! I just need to go undercover, infiltrate a school, and help me find my old friend of thirty years—a gun of kindness..."

And so, with just a few words, Director Huang tricked Stephen Chow into starting his miserable undercover life in "Fight Back to School," and the most outrageous kind of undercover work was that of a student.

The next day, while the kitten and Ailian were still fast asleep, exhausted, Qin Tai sat down at his computer desk, heated up a cup of milk, and stared at the desktop computer screen that displayed only the most basic dialog boxes.

Lines of English represent the accounts of each assassin or organization. This dialog box, even more rudimentary than early versions of QQ, is the most mysterious and death-filled dark web platform.

It was rudimentary, even extremely rudimentary.

However, the dark web forums were already in turmoil, with various accounts condemning and questioning the credibility of the dark web platform, and seriously suspecting that there was an insider among the dark web staff who caused the assassins' information to be leaked and frequently arrested.

"Even the number one assassin, 'O,' has fallen! The Hong Kong Island police made meticulous preparations, surrounding 'O's' hideout in advance, but he was ultimately killed by Interpol and the Special Duties Unit! If the information hadn't been leaked to the police, with 'O's' abilities, how could he have been caught!"

"O logged onto the dark web before he died and left his last words! He told us not to trust the dark web, that we had all been betrayed!"

"I spent a fortune bribing a corrupt cop informant to find out the truth about Thor's arrest! Oh God, damn it! You might not know this, but they caught Thor without firing a single shot!"

"How could such a thing happen?! How on earth was Thor captured?!"

"This is where our dear dark web information management work comes in! The police even knew Thor's health information about his epilepsy. They used flashing lights to induce the disease, and poor Thor didn't even have a chance to shoot himself. He was captured alive in disgrace as an assassin!"

Such comments were rampant, and various assassin organizations were indignant. They knew that a significant amount of intelligence was also stored in the dark web's databases, and as cooperation with intermediaries deepened, some address information and assassin identity information might be passively entered into their databases…