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

9:10.

Central, top floor of the Golden Harvest International Building.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

The monotonous hum of the fax machine sounded unusually pleasant in the quiet office. A sheet of printed paper, still warm to the touch, slowly emerged, covered with densely packed English clauses. At the bottom, in the signature section, the signature that should have been bold and elegant—"Henry Keswick"—was now crooked and illegible, conveying a sense of despair and helplessness.

Lu Chen picked up the priceless contract, tapped the paper lightly, and it made a crisp sound.

HK$4.9 per share.

For a total price of less than 1.5 billion, Lu Chen acquired a 35% stake in Hong Kong Electric Holdings Limited from Hongkong Land Group. Combined with the 25% stake previously held by Golden Harvest, Lu Chen now holds a 60% controlling stake in Hong Kong Electric Holdings Limited.

This thrilling “Hong Kong Electric takeover battle” ultimately ended with the complete defeat of Hongkong Land Group, the death of Newbikini, and Luk Chen’s complete victory.

"Boss, congratulations," Cheng Yiyan, standing to the side, pushed up his glasses, looked at the contract, and said with great emotion, "After this battle, the backbone of the British conglomerate in Hong Kong has been broken by us once again. From now on, we will call the shots on Hong Kong's electricity."

"As expected."

Lu Chen casually handed the contract to Tian Yang'en behind him and placed it in the safe, his expression showing little change. It was as if he had just swallowed not a giant controlling the lifeline of Hong Kong's electricity, but an ordinary sugar cube.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the Cointreau Hotel in the distance, still shrouded in police lights and darkness.

The business deal is done.

Next, it's time to clean up the trash.

Lu Chen picked up the black encrypted phone on the table and dialed a number.

"Boss."

On the other end of the phone came a cold, emotionless young voice.

"Ah Sheng."

Looking out at the night sky, Lu Chen said calmly, "The contract has been signed. You can come in now."

"Remember, do it cleanly. I want the whole of Hong Kong to know that Golden Harvest's security is more effective than the foreign police."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a concise and forceful reply:

"Understood. Cleaning begins."

……

Downstairs at the Cointreau Hotel, in the core lockdown zone.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense. The horrific sight of Newbikini's body being smashed to pieces weighed heavily on the hearts of all the police officers.

The Central Police Station Commissioner, who was in charge of the on-site command, was sweating profusely as he roared into the walkie-talkie, trying to organize a second attack, but everyone could hear the fear and helplessness in his voice.

Just then.

"Boom—!!"

A deep, heavy roar of engines, like a torrent of steel, came from the end of the street.

The ground began to tremble slightly.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads. In the darkness, a black convoy of cars approached like ghosts.

That wasn't an ordinary police car, nor was it a private car.

Those were all heavily modified Ford E-350 heavy-duty armored vans. They were entirely black, without any reflective markings, except for a dark gold shield logo printed on the body – Jiahe Security.

There were twelve vehicles in total.

Ignoring the traffic control measures on the perimeter, they smashed through the metal barriers used to block the road and, with a chilling aura, forcibly stormed into the core restricted area.

"squeak--!!"

The screeching of brakes rang out in unison. Twelve cars lined up in a fan shape in front of the hotel entrance, blocking the police command vehicle behind them.

"Splash!"

The car door opened.

Sixty armed men, dressed in black Kevlar tactical vests, wearing bulletproof helmets and tactical masks, surged out like a black tide. They moved swiftly, their eyes were cold, and the M4A1 carbines in their hands gleamed coldly under the police lights.

At the head of the group, Tian Yangsheng, wearing his signature black leather trench coat, sunglasses, and chewing gum, strode towards the police command post.

"What are you doing?!" The Central Police Chief was furious when he saw this group of people barging into the cordon. He rushed over with several superintendents. "This is a police cordon! Who let you in?! Get out!"

The director was already furious because of the failed operation, and now that he saw a private security company daring to steal the spotlight, he was even more enraged.

Tian Yangsheng stopped in his tracks, turned his head slightly, and looked at the furious director through his sunglasses.

He didn't say anything, but simply took out a business card from his pocket and flicked it over casually.

"Jiahe Security," Tian Yangsheng's voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible in the noisy scene, "From now on, we will lead the operation. You police are responsible for the outer perimeter cordon; just make sure not a single fly gets out."

"Lead the charge? Are you insane?!" The chief slammed his business card to the ground, feeling insulted. "You're just security guards with gun licenses! What right do you have to enforce the law on behalf of the police? This is a serious criminal case! It's a terrorist attack! If you don't leave, I'll sue you for obstructing law enforcement!"

The atmosphere instantly became tense, and even the deputy next to him raised his pistol.

Tian Yangsheng stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, showing no fear whatsoever; in fact, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He was about to speak.

"Ring ring—!!"

The confidential phone in the director's pocket suddenly rang.

The director was stunned for a moment, then took it out and looked at it; his expression changed instantly.

It was Henry Keswick.

"Feed? Mr. Keswick, there's a bunch of lunatics here..."

"Shut up, listen to me, you idiots! I hired them to clean up this mess," Henry's voice was filled with a resigned dejection and hysteria. "From this moment forward, the rescue operation at the Cointreau Hotel is entirely handed over to Golden Harvest Security! This is a decision made by Landsea Group as the owner!"

"Let them do it! Mind your own business! If you don't want to be skinned alive tomorrow morning, you'd better cooperate. Even if they blow up the hotel, you'd better hand me the matches!"

Beep, beep, beep...

The phone hangs up.

The director, holding his phone, froze on the spot, his face alternating between pale and flushed—a truly fascinating sight.

He looked at Tian Yangsheng, who had a cold expression on his face, and then at the menacing "black legion" behind him, and finally understood what it meant to be powerless.

"Sir?" the deputy next to him asked in a low voice.

"...Get out of the way," the director gritted his teeth, squeezing out two words, "All cooperation...Jiahe Security Operation."

Tian Yangsheng sneered and spat out the chewing gum in his mouth.

"Everyone, check your watches."

"It's 9:15 now."

"Pincer attack, operation begins!"

With a single command, the black-clad legion instantly disintegrated.

……

Lobby of Cointreau Hotel.

The lobby was now in complete disarray, a result of Li Jie's earlier outburst. Seven or eight thugs were guarding the place, nervously watching the broken door.

"The boss said it will take another half hour, and told us to guard the elevator..." one of the thugs said.

Just then.

"Clang! Clang!"

Several black cylinders suddenly rolled in from outside the door, hissing white smoke.

"A grenade?!" the bandit shouted in terror.

"No! It's tear gas! Put on your masks!"

The bandits frantically pulled gas masks from their bags.

However, in that instant when their vision was obstructed and they were in a flurry of activity...

Snapped!

The lights in the entire lobby suddenly went out.

The hotel's main power supply was cut off.

Darkness instantly enveloped everything. Thick tear gas filled the air, choking the bandits and causing their eyes to water and them to cough violently.

"Cough cough... I can't see! Damn it!"

It was in this chaos and darkness.

A dozen invisible laser beams, like the scythe of death, slashed through the smoke.

Tian Yangyi led Team A, the assault group, all equipped with state-of-the-art low-light night vision goggles, and silently entered the lobby like warriors from the future.

In the green field of vision of the night vision goggles, those ruthless bandits who were frantically groping and coughing incessantly looked like live targets on a shooting range.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The M4A1, equipped with a silencer, emitted a slight vibration sound.

No nonsense, no attempts to persuade them to surrender.

Every shot hit the center of his forehead with pinpoint accuracy.

A bandit was about to press the detonator when his finger was only one centimeter away from the button. Suddenly, his head exploded like a watermelon, spraying red and white matter all over the ground.

In just thirty seconds.

All eight ruthless bandits in the lobby were killed; none of them even had a chance to pull the trigger.

"The lobby has been cleared and the bomb has been defused," Tian Yangyi coldly reported into his headset.

……

at the same time.

Rooftop, helipad.

Tian Yangyi led Team B, using rope launchers to zip down from the adjacent building, like a flock of black bats descending from the sky.

"Demolition team, clear the way!"

"boom!"

The iron gate to the rooftop was blown open by a directional blast.

Team B charged into the stairwell like wolves and tigers, relying on their night vision goggles and flashbangs to begin clearing down floor by floor.

This is the overwhelming advantage that professional mercenaries have over ordinary robbers.

63rd floor, banquet hall.

"Boss! Something's wrong!" Sang Bang said, his face grim as he held the walkie-talkie. "The guys down there aren't making a sound! And the security cameras are all black!"

The doctor was packing the priceless crown into a waterproof bag when he heard this and his hand trembled.

He walked to the window and glanced downstairs.

There were no flashing police lights, no shouts, and not even gunshots.

There was only deathly silence.

As a former special forces soldier, the doctor's intuition told him that this silence was more terrifying than the sound of gunfire.

"withdraw!"

The doctor made a quick decision.

He glanced at the last piece of jewelry that was still being deciphered, but then ignored it.

He grabbed the crown and scepter, whose protective shields had already been removed, and stuffed them into his backpack.

"Rabbit! Fifi! Sangbang! Come with me!"

Ignoring the trembling hostages, the doctor, along with three trusted aides, rushed towards the side door of the banquet hall.

That leads to the second-to-last floor of the 62nd floor. He has prepared four powered paragliders there. Once he jumps down, he can glide under the cover of night to the sea a few kilometers away, where a speedboat will pick him up.

Although the mission failed, the two pieces of jewelry were still worth tens of millions, enough for them to make a fortune.

The four rushed into the stairwell and ran haphazardly towards the 62nd floor.

Pushing open the door to the second-to-top floor, a howling wind blew in.

"Quick! Put on your gear!" the doctor shouted.

However, when they ran to the corner where the paragliders were stored, everyone was dumbfounded.

The paraglider packs that were once neatly arranged are now torn to shreds, with the canvas strips flying wildly in the wind.

"This...how is this possible?!" the rabbit cried out in terror, explaining to the others, "I definitely checked!"

"It seems you can't leave."

A cold voice came from the dark corner.

The doctor turned around abruptly.

A man with a blood-covered face and piercing eyes leaned against a pillar, holding an AK47 he had stolen from the bandits, the muzzle of which was steadily pointed at them.

Li Jie.

"Li Jie?!"

The doctor's pupils contracted sharply. "How did you know we'd come here?!"

Li Jie didn't say anything, but just waved the electronic dictionary in his hand.

Ten minutes ago.

Just as Li Jie was feeling lost in the ventilation duct, the electronic dictionary he had taken from Agan suddenly vibrated.

The message wasn't sent by Forrest Gump's girlfriend, but by the mysterious man who had played the recording for him on the phone—Brother Four (Rum).

As the head of intelligence at the distillery, Fourth Brother had long been monitoring communications throughout the entire building, including the walkie-talkie frequency used by the doctor's men. The doctor's escape plan was transparent to Jiahe's intelligence network.

So Li Jie arrived here a step ahead, cut the paraglider, and waited here—like a rabbit running into a tree stump.

"So there was a mole..." The doctor narrowed his eyes, his hand stealthily reaching for his waist. "Li Jie, let's make a deal. Half of the jewelry will go to you, and we..."

"Bang! Bang!"

No nonsense.

Li Jie pulled the trigger immediately.

The bullet pierced precisely between the eyebrows of both the rabbit and the woman named Feifei.

That was the doctor's younger brother and his lover.

Before they could even scream, they collapsed straight into a pool of blood.

"No!!!"

The doctor let out a heart-wrenching scream. He thought he had always been cold-blooded enough, but today he experienced for the first time the pain of his heart being torn apart.

"Does this feel good?" Li Jie's voice was as cold as the wind from hell. "I felt the same way when you blew up my wife and children."

"I'm going to kill you!!"

The doctor lost his mind and drew his gun to shoot.

"Bang!"

Li Jie fired his third shot.

The bullet shattered the doctor's wrist, and the pistol fell to the ground.

Then came the fourth shot.

Centered between eyebrows.

The arrogant and ruthless bandit leader, "The Doctor," fell backward, his face filled with resentment and fear.

The backpack was scattered, and the crown and scepter rolled on the ground, stained with blood.

"Boss!!"

Sangbang roared, like a furious gorilla, ignoring the gun in Li Jie's hand, and charged forward madly.

Li Jie pulled the trigger, but only a "click" was heard.

The bullet jammed unexpectedly.

"Go to hell!!"

Sangbang threw a punch, creating a gust of wind.

Li Jie dropped his rifle, his eyes narrowed, and he dodged the fatal blow by turning to the side. He then delivered a backhand elbow strike that slammed into Sang Bang's face.

However, Sangbang seemed to be a monster without pain. He merely swayed for a moment before grabbing Li Jie's shoulder and trying to tear him apart like paper.

The two figures tangled together in the raging wind.

Every punch lands hard, every move is deadly.

Li Jie channeled all the hatred, pain, and repression of the past two years into power. His movements were lightning fast, each strike aimed directly at Sang Bang's vitals.

at last.

Seizing an opening, Li Jie delivered a powerful flying knee strike to Sang Bang's chin, knocking the beast back. Then, he picked up a shard of glass from the ground and, with all his might, plunged it into Sang Bang's carotid artery.

"Pfft!"

Blood spurted wildly.

Sangbang clutched his neck, staggered backward, and finally collapsed heavily to his knees, twitching a few times before falling still.

The wind kept blowing.

Li Jie stood amidst the corpses, panting heavily.

everything is over.

Just then, the sound of orderly footsteps came from the stairwell.

Tian Yangsheng led a group of men in black and rushed in.

Upon seeing the four corpses on the ground, Tian Yangsheng pushed up his sunglasses, a smile of admiration curving his lips.

"Well done."

Tian Yangsheng walked to the doctor's body and picked up the blood-stained crown.

"Clean up the scene."

He ordered his men behind him, "Tell the boss the cleaning is over."