Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the blinds, illuminating King Kong's slightly tired but still handsome face.

Humming a lighthearted tune, he climbed out of bed of a mixed-race beauty he had just met, casually put on his leather jacket, blew her a kiss, and then rode off on his iconic motorcycle with a roar.

As Hong Kong's top master thief, King Kong's life principle is: live for today, for tomorrow we may die.

He returned to one of his secret hideouts in Repulse Bay—a luxurious villa filled with high-tech gadgets.

"Home is sweet home."

King Kong whistled as he pushed open the door.

However, he stopped in his tracks as soon as he entered the living room.

In the center of the once empty living room, a huge black metal statue had appeared out of nowhere. It was about three meters tall, completely black, and strangely shaped, resembling a giant in armor, holding a huge metal pipe in its hand.

"Huh? When did I buy this artwork?"

King Kong scratched his head, walked forward with a puzzled look, and tapped the cold metal casing. "Pretty sturdy... Is this another prank from that idiot bald guy?"

The instant his fingers touched the metal surface.

"Sizzle—"

The eyes of the "statue" suddenly lit up with a red light!

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a piercing mechanical sound, the enormous thing actually moved!

"Holy crap! It can even move?!"

King Kong jumped back in fright.

"Target locked... Eliminate."

A cold, synthesized electronic voice emanated from inside the robot; it was the remotely controlled black glove issuing commands.

"Black Tyrant One", start!

"boom!"

The robot lifted the huge metal tube and fired a burst of bullets at King Kong.

"Da da da da da!"

Bullets rained down like a storm, turning the expensive leather sofa into a sieve.

"Help! Murder!"

King Kong let out a strange cry, displaying his astonishing agility. He rolled on the ground like a monkey and hid behind the marble bar.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Before he could catch his breath, the chest of "Black Overlord" suddenly opened, and two miniature missiles roared out with trails of flame.

"BOOM!!"

The bar was blown to pieces, with rubble flying everywhere.

Despite its formidable firepower, the "Black Tyrant One" was, after all, only a prototype, and the black-gloved crew members were clearly not very skilled at remote control. The robot's movements were extremely clumsy, turning around as slowly as an eighty-year-old woman, and its missiles were wildly inaccurate.

King Kong quickly discovered this.

"Turns out he's just a big, dumb oaf!"

King Kong perked up and used the villa's intricate decorations and terrain to leap and bound, outmaneuvering the robot.

"Come on! Come and catch me, you idiot!"

King Kong jumped onto the second-floor railing and made a face at the robot.

The robot angrily raised its head, trying to aim, but its heavy body caused it to lose its balance and stagger.

Just then, King Kong saw the fire hydrant on the wall and an old-fashioned CRT television set next to it.

"Hehe, let me show you the power of science!"

King Kong suddenly ripped off the fire hose, and a high-pressure jet of water gushed out, spraying directly onto the robot's body.

sizzle...

The robot wasn't waterproof and got soaked to the bone.

Immediately afterwards, King Kong kicked the powered television set down, which landed squarely on the robot's head.

"Bang!!"

Water conducts electricity.

A massive electric current instantly coursed through the robot's entire body.

"Sizzle—Boom—!!"

Blue sparks flew from Black Tyrant One's body as it convulsed violently a few times, like it was breakdancing. Then, a cracking sound came from inside, the red electronic eye went out instantly, a plume of black smoke appeared, and it went completely still.

"All done! We're done!" King Kong clapped his hands, looking at the mess in the living room, heartbroken. "My limited edition sofa... my antique vase..."

Just then, a series of braking sounds came from outside the window.

King Kong peeked out and saw that more than a dozen black cars had surrounded the villa; the Black Gloves' reinforcements had arrived.

"A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle! Let's get out of here!"

Without saying a word, King Kong rushed into the garage, got on his modified off-road motorcycle, smashed through the back door, and sped away with a roar.

……

Outside the villa.

Black Gloves looked at the wrecked "Black Tyrant One" and the escaped King Kong, his face turning ashen with rage.

"Useless! All useless!" Black Glove kicked Black Tyrant's arm away. "Can't even catch a thief! What use is this pile of junk?!"

"Chase them! Chase them!!"

With a wave of his hand, the man in black gloves led the large group in a grand chase after them.

"You two, stay here and dismantle this scrap metal and take it back, especially remember to take the floppy disks!" Black Gloves pointed at his two henchmen, then got into the car and chased after King Kong.

After the main force left, only the two unlucky mafia henchmen remained in the villa, struggling to move the heavy wreckage of the robot.

"Damn, this thing is really heavy..." one of the underlings complained.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work, or the boss will come back..."

"Click".

A soft click of the lock clicking shut came from the doorway.

The two henchmen were taken aback and turned around to look.

Several people dressed in gray overalls, wearing gas masks and tactical goggles, had somehow appeared in the living room. They held submachine guns with silencers in their hands, and their movements were perfectly synchronized, exuding a chilling professionalism.

"Who are you...?"

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Before the younger brother could finish speaking, two muffled gunshots rang out.

Both men were shot between the eyebrows and fell straight down without even letting out a scream.

"Clean up the scene."

The lead "cleaner" coldly gave the order.

This is the logistics and cleaning team that Lu Chen's "Brewing Company" has just formed.

Several team members quickly stepped forward and used specialized tools to put the two mafia corpses into body bags. Others then took out a hydraulic handling system and easily retrieved the paralyzed Black King No. 1.

"Target confirmed: Black King Kong One prototype. Recovery complete."

"Trace removal complete."

It took less than five minutes in total.

Apart from the broken television and bullet holes all over the floor, King Kong's living room looked as if nothing had happened. This mecha, representing the cutting edge of technology at the time, became Lu Chen's possession without anyone noticing.

……

At this moment, King Kong was speeding through the streets of Kowloon on his motorcycle. He finally managed to shake off his pursuers and arrived at a secluded safe house in the New Territories.

"Who exactly are those guys? And that giant iron block, although it moves as slowly as an old lady, its defense and firepower are incredible!" King Kong ate instant noodles while sketching on his blueprints. He had a feeling this wouldn't be the last wave of attacks; if he didn't deal with that robot and the mastermind behind it, he wouldn't have peace.

"We must build an even more powerful one..."

While he was focused on inventing a way to control that giant metal robot.

dong dong dong.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who?" King Kong gripped the wrench warily.

"Help... Is anyone there?" A delicate, tearful female voice came from outside the door.

King Kong looked through the cat's eye and his eyes widened instantly.

Standing at the door was a stunningly beautiful woman, her white shirt soaked through, looking utterly pitiful. Her figure, her face, her aura—she was practically one of his dream girls.

"Oh dear! Miss, are you alright?"

King Kong's habit of "being unable to walk past beautiful women" instantly kicked in, and he immediately opened the door, looking all eager and attentive.

"Help...help me! There are bad guys chasing me..." Youyou threw herself into King Kong's arms, her acting skills were off the charts.

The following plot unfolds like a clichéd romance drama.

Seduced by her beauty, King Kong, whose intelligence seemed to have vanished, had no suspicion whatsoever. He not only helped Youyou fight off the bad guys but also took her to a safe house, completely believing her story. Under Youyou's manipulation, King Kong unwittingly became involved in a meticulously planned bank robbery.

King Kong only realized what was happening when he saw the bank employee shouting and police sirens blaring in the distance.

"Damn it! I've been scammed!!"

King Kong was on the verge of tears, but with his superb driving skills, he managed to escape from the pursuit of dozens of police cars.

But now he's a wanted criminal, being hunted by a mysterious organization, and even after escaping, he doesn't know where he went.

"There's no other way... I have to go find that bald guy!"

……

St. John's Cathedral, Central.

A grand and solemn wedding is taking place.

The groom is the bald detective Albert, who wore a wig and a tuxedo today, which was quite unusual for him, and he looked presentable.

The bride is the famous "tomboy" Ho Tung-sze, who is also Bald Guy's love-hate relationship.

"Albert, do you take He Dongshi to be your wife...?" the pastor solemnly asked.

The bald man wiped his sweat and was about to say "I do" when...

"Bang!!"

The church doors were violently kicked open.

A disheveled man, covered in grease and grime, burst in, shouting, "Objection! I object!!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"King Kong?! What are you doing?!" The bald man's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "I'm getting married, bro!"

"What kind of wedding am I supposed to get! I've been framed to death!" King Kong rushed onto the red carpet and grabbed the bald man, ready to run away.

"I'm not going! I want to get married!!" The bald man clung tightly to the pillar.

"You heartless bastard! What happened to our promise of being the best partners?!" King Kong pried open the bald man's fingers one by one, speaking earnestly.

Seeing this, He Dongshi, standing beside her, was so angry that her eyebrows shot up. She ripped off her veil, revealing a murderous face: "You damned monkey! How dare you ruin my wedding?! I'll kill you!!"

As she spoke, she actually pulled out a .38 police pistol from under her wedding dress!

"Wow! Tomboy, are you serious?!"

King Kong was so frightened that he ran away with his head in his hands, jumping up and down inside the church.

Meanwhile, Superintendent Cao, who was attending the wedding, received a message from his subordinates and waved his hand, saying, "Intelligence indicates that King Kong is currently a suspect in the bank robbery. Arrest him!"

In an instant, the entire church was in complete chaos.

The best man, bridesmaids, police officers, and even a priest joined the hunt for King Kong.

"Splash!"

The huge wedding cake was knocked over, and cream was smeared all over Superintendent Cao's face.

"Ouch!"

The bald man was used as a shield by King Kong and was accidentally kicked by Ho Tung-sze, making him wince in pain.

"Albert! Only you can save me now!" King Kong shouted, dodging the flying Bibles and candlesticks. "I've been truly framed! That woman lied to me; I'm innocent! And I'm being hunted by the mysterious man; I'm completely cornered!"

Looking at King Kong's disheveled yet sincere eyes, the bald man sighed.

Although this guy is usually unreliable, he knows that King Kong would never stoop to robbing a bank.

"Damn it! The wedding's off anyway!" The bald man gritted his teeth, ripped off his tie, and said, "Wife! I'm sorry! I'll be kneeling on the washboard later! Saving my brother is the priority!"

After saying that, the bald man grabbed King Kong and rushed out of the church amidst the chaos, jumping into the rented wedding car.

"Bald guy! You dare to run?! I'm not finished with you!!" He Dongshi's deafening roar came from behind.

……

In the car.

"Damn it! My wedding! My wife!" the bald man cried, his face contorted with grief, as he drove. "I'm dead meat when I get back! She'll chop me into mincemeat!"

"Oh well, out with the old, in with the new," King Kong said, offering a carefree consolation.

"roll!!"

Although the two were bickering, their tacit understanding of sharing life and death was fully demonstrated at that moment.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?" The bald man wiped his face.

"I've been scammed. Those brother and sister aren't good people; they robbed the bank and framed me," King Kong said solemnly. "We need to find them, get the money back, and prove my innocence. Oh, and that giant metal robot..."

"A robot?" The bald man was taken aback. "Have you been watching too many science fiction movies?"

"Seriously! Harder than your head!"

Seeing the two lovable duo reunite, the distillery's intelligence agent, who had been observing from the shadows, silently picked up his walkie-talkie.

"Boss, the best partner has reunited and is currently heading back to Baldy's house."