Man City, inside the temporary work location of the Central Bureau.

Zhang Baofeng sat in a small reception room, slowly put down the information Wu Taiyong had brought, and said softly, "I think there are no problems with these conditions. You can promise the higher-ups in the association."

"That's good, that's good." Wu Taiyong revealed a smile like an old eunuch, obsequiously flattering the other party, "It really is better with a big leader. Communication is more convenient, and you can make decisions yourself without having to report everything."

"Hehe." Zhang Baofeng smiled, "I'm not a big leader. Your role far surpasses mine. Maybe one day in the future, your rank will be higher than mine."

"How could that be?!" Wu Taiyong patted Zhang Baofeng's thigh in a very feminine way, saying lewdly, "No matter when, you'll always be our Brother Feng..."

Zhang Baofeng withdrew his thigh somewhat unnaturally, changing the subject, "Okay, that's it then. Go back first. I still have work to deal with here."

"Okay, Brother Feng, then I'll leave first."

The two stood up, and Wu Taiyong gently grasped Zhang Baofeng's right hand with both hands, grinning as he said, "Brother Feng, there's also the funding issue... You know, my dad is an old fossil. He scolds me for being a traitor and won't give me any money. These activities also require some business expenses from the higher-ups in the association..."

"It's okay. I'll have the higher-ups approve one million for you. You can withdraw it tomorrow," Zhang Baofeng replied with a smile.

"Good, good, you're so understanding. It's really a pleasure to work with you." Wu Taiyong was so excited that he almost grabbed the thing in Zhang Baofeng's pants with both hands.

Zhang Baofeng thought this person was too effeminate, and subconsciously took a step back, replying, "It's a small matter, a small matter!"

"Then I'll go, Brother Feng!"

"Yeah, go ahead."

After the two finished communicating, Wu Taiyong took the documents and left the detached building, walking with a spring in his step.

Zhang Baofeng felt that the other party was a bit perverted, so he went to the bathroom to wash his hands before heading to the interrogation room, "Xiao Han, how is it? Has Lao Yang spilled the beans yet?"

"The interrogation drug is working. We are guiding him and will get a confession soon," an officer replied.

"Let's go, let's go take a look." Zhang Baofeng stepped into the observation room.

Inside the interrogation room, after Lao Yang was injected with the military intelligence interrogation drug, his consciousness began to blur. The guide responsible for communication next to him was constantly probing and asking him questions.

…

Around 1:50 AM.

Inside a certain branch building of the Sixth Division of the Second District, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes walked into the dormitory and opened a bottle of spirits. He planned to have a drink, eat a midnight snack, and then go to bed.

The high-intensity, high-risk nature of military intelligence work had caused this man to develop a bad habit of insomnia. He relied on alcohol almost every day to numb himself so that he could fall asleep in a daze.

"Splash!"

Just as the liquor was poured into the glass, the middle-aged man's phone rang. He frowned, looked at the caller ID, and walked to the window.

"Hello? Jessie!"

"Oh, God! Little Leon is sick again. He has a high fever... Where are you, Richard?" The voice of his father-in-law rang from the phone.

"He has a fever? Damn it, wait for me to come back!" Richard replied with annoyance, grabbed his car keys, and left the dormitory.

…

Around 2:30 AM, an off-road vehicle stopped in front of a villa. Richard pushed open the car door and ran quickly into the house.

"Jessie, what's wrong with my daughter?!" Richard called out as he entered the hall.

"Creak!"

The villa door was suddenly pushed open, and two figures blocked the entrance.

In the dimly lit hall, Yao Dou Dou sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at Richard.

Richard was stunned. He looked incredulously at his father-in-law, wife, and three children kneeling on the ground, and his right hand instinctively reached for his waist.

"I... I'm sorry! I have no choice... to see others hurt my daughter." The father-in-law said guiltily with his head lowered, "Please cooperate with them, Richard. Family is more important...!"

Yao Dou Dou didn't speak, only slowly raised a dagger and placed it on Richard's wife's neck.

The two made eye contact.

Yao Dou Dou increased the pressure on his right hand, and the blonde woman, who was being gagged, struggled in terror. Blood slowly seeped out of her neck.

Yao Dou Dou clenched the knife, stared at Richard, and held up three fingers.

"Oh, no!" Richard broke down, immediately giving up on drawing his gun, raising his hands and shouting, "Okay, okay! I'll cooperate with you...!"

Five minutes later.

Yao Dou Dou stepped towards the outside of the villa and softly instructed the brothers next to him, "Lock them all in the cellar, destroy the communication equipment, and make sure they don't escape for more than a dozen hours."

"Understood!" The brother nodded.

As Yao Dou Dou pushed the door to leave, the two brothers behind him had already destroyed all the monitoring systems outside the house.

Standing in the courtyard, Yao Dou Dou dialed Su Tianyu's number and said quickly, "Richard spilled the beans. According to his confession, the place where Brother Feng is being held is in the Dunstini district. I'm going over there now."

"How many people do you have with you?" Su Tianyu asked.

"Nine," Yao Dou Dou replied. "Richard said that in order to keep the operation completely secret, not many people came from the Central Bureau of the First District, and not many people know their temporary office location. The brothers on my side should be enough."

"Be careful!"

"Yeah, if the opportunity is good, I'll just do it directly."

"Don't force it. If there's no chance, we'll think of another way," Su Tianyu instructed.

"Yes, Director!" Yao Dou Dou replied in a relaxed tone and hung up the phone directly.

…

Around 2:40 AM.

Lao Yang leaned back on the iron chair, his eyes slightly closed, his expression dull, his head shaking lightly non-stop.

"Lu Feng is your friend, right?" After communicating with Lao Yang for two rounds, the guidance technician began to ask key questions.

"Yes..." Lao Yang nodded slowly.

"What is the purpose of his visit to the Second District this time?" The guide asked again, "Is it to reminisce about the old days?!"

"No..." Lao Yang had endured torture, but he couldn't withstand scientific drugs. He replied in a low voice, "He came to me... to talk about annexation..."

Inside the observation room, a smile finally appeared on Zhang Baofeng's face.

"Damn, it's done!"

"Finally, overtime is over. Thank God!"

"…!"

A group of staff members all showed joyful expressions and even high-fived each other.

Outside the detached building, a man wearing a baseball cap and a triangular scarf on his face, carrying a shoulder bag, walked towards the main building.

This person was the young man who saved Pangolin in the coffee shop earlier in the night.

"Brother Qiu, Team Two is in position," a voice came from the earpiece.

"Shua!"

The young man called Brother Qiu pulled out a Remington shotgun from his bag and walked directly into the main building.

"Hey, you can't come in!"

The security guard in the guard room immediately stood up to stop him.

Brother Qiu turned the gun and cocked the pump.

"Bang bang bang...!"

In an instant, the low sound of gunfire echoed throughout the main building.