If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

Wang Manchun's apartment.

Wang Manchun curled up in Minglou's arms, her cheek pressed against his warm chest, listening to his heartbeat.

The intense, passionate lovemaking had exhausted almost all of her strength. After reaching the peak of happiness, what remained was mostly the unease of fearing the loss of that happiness.

"Senior brother, when are you going to marry me? You're not just trying to play with me, are you?"

"How could that be? Of course I'm sincere towards you." Minglou stroked her hair, his voice deep and magnetic, casually replying, "But you know my older sister, she's always been domineering, I'm slowly working on her mindset."

He had no intention of marrying Wang Manchun; he just wanted to stand up and kick.

"Hmph, that old hag." A hint of resentment flashed in Wang Manchun's eyes. "Leave this matter to me."

"What do you mean?" Minglou's voice turned cold.

"It's nothing! I'm going to take a shower first." Wang Manchun got up and went into the bathroom.

The bathroom door was gently closed, and the sound of running water soon followed. Minglou reached for his cigarette case and lighter, picked up a cigarette, and took a deep drag. What exactly was Wang Manchun trying to do? She probably couldn't find any evidence of what happened last time.

Just then, the phone on the bedside table rang. Minglou picked up the receiver but didn't say anything.

The subordinate's urgent report came from the other end of the phone: "Director Wang, we've caught the Communist Party member who came to HSBC to withdraw money. He's being taken to No. 76 now. I'm reporting back to you."

Minglou slammed down the phone and sat up abruptly. Oh no, something had happened to his older sister.

………………

Chen Qing drove to HSBC Bank at No. 12 Bund Road early in the morning.

This luxurious bank building, as opulent as the White House, is hailed as "the most luxurious building from the Suez Canal to the Bering Strait in the Far East."

The constant flow of people at HSBC made things difficult for Chen Qing.

He only knew that the Red Party members would be going to collect the money today, but the problem was that he didn't know which Red Party member he was, didn't know when he would come to collect the money, and how to stop him.

Chen Qing wore a dark gray top hat, the brim pulled low, obscuring most of his eyebrows and eyes. A meticulously trimmed mustache clung to the corner of his lips, and his complexion was darkened with powder, making him look completely different from his usual self.

He was wearing a well-fitting dark suit, his hands in his pockets, and he walked steadily into the hall, his eyes quickly scanning his surroundings.

In the left corner of the hall, two men sat on two single sofas, each holding a newspaper, but their eyes were scanning the guests coming and going.

Chen Qing immediately noticed that they were wearing size 76 standard leather shoes, which he recognized very well.

"Sir, what kind of service do you need?" the teller's voice rang out.

Chen Qing stepped forward, handed over his bankbook which he had prepared beforehand, and casually said, "I'm withdrawing some money."

He handed the deposit slip through the window, and the teller took it, repeatedly checking the account number with her finger.

At that moment, a man wearing a suit vest and bow tie walked over from behind the teller, with a professional smile on his face, and peeked over.

Those were fake passbooks belonging to the 76th Division, specifically designed to monitor cash withdrawals. In other words, as soon as someone showed up with the passbook, the teller would immediately send a signal after verifying the account number, and the agents lying in ambush would swarm in, leaving no chance of escape.

Finally, the teller handed over the passbook and the money to be withdrawn. Chen Qing turned and left. Outside the door stood two men in black smoking and chatting. He recognized them as Wang Manchun's men from No. 76.

As he was leaving, the two secret agents smoking by the door looked up and glanced at him casually. Their eyes lingered on his top hat and mustache for a couple of seconds, but they didn't recognize him and continued chatting casually.

He climbed into a black sedan parked at the entrance, slammed the door shut, and leaned heavily against the seat, his mind in turmoil.

The system can only recognize women; it doesn't work on men. Right now, the only people we can rely on are Xiao Ai (Xiaomi's AI assistant) and the system itself.

"Xiao Ai, is there a way to identify a man?"

Xiao Ai's voice echoed in my mind: "There's nothing I can do, I can only identify things like viruses, bacteria, and cells."

Chen Qing remained silent for a moment, his teeth clenched, then suddenly asked, "Xiao Ai, is there any way to kill someone?"

"Who are you going to kill?"

"Those agents from Unit 76 in the hall, they're bad guys."

"I can't kill them. I'm just a viral carrier. If you want to transfer the virus to them, you have to find the corresponding pathogen first. And even if you successfully transfer it, the virus takes time to develop. They won't die immediately, so I can't save them in an emergency."

Chen Qing's heart sank, but suddenly his eyes lit up: "Can the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth be used?"

"Yes, but it can only distract you from the pain; it can't kill you."

"Alright then, remember the two people smoking by the door and the two people sitting inside reading the newspaper. When I'm going to torture myself, you can transfer the pain to them so that they can temporarily lose their ability to move."

"Alright then, I've already marked these people. You can transfer the pain to them and temporarily incapacitate them."

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Chen Qing picked up a hammer he had prepared beforehand from the passenger seat, intending to smash it over his own head.

Chen Qing waited until noon, but there was still no movement. He didn't dare to eat anything, in case something happened while he went to the toilet. He could only take out a cigarette and light one to keep himself awake.

They waited until 5 p.m., when the bank was about to close. It seemed that no one would come to withdraw money. The guards at the door had also changed shifts and were idly waiting for the bank to close so they could go home.

Just then, a man wearing a dark blue baseball cap walked quickly over, the brim pulled low, covering most of his face.

He stopped in front of the bank, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings.

Everything seemed normal. The man frowned slightly, hesitated for two seconds, and finally stepped forward, pushed open the door, and went inside.

"Withdraw money!" the man said, pulling a passbook from his pocket and handing it to the counter.

The teller took the passbook, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes. She then lowered her head, meticulously checking the account number digit by digit, over and over again, her movements deliberately slow. Even through the car window, Chen Qing could see that the number perfectly matched the target account that Wang Manchun had set up.

"Please wait a moment, sir," the teller looked up, a professional smile on her face, her tone calm and even. "We don't have enough cash on hand, so I have to go to the vault to get more. Please wait a couple more minutes."

"Hurry up!" The man was clearly impatient, glancing at his watch with anxious eyes.

The teller responded, then glanced down at the number on the passbook to confirm it was correct before turning and walking towards the back office.

As he passed the lobby manager, he seemingly casually raised his hand to straighten his collar—a pre-arranged signal.

The moment the signal was given, the previously relaxed agents instantly tensed up.

Four dark figures, like lurking cheetahs, suddenly darted out from every corner with astonishing speed.

Before the man could react, two dark gun barrels were already pressed against his sides.

"Don't move! You're under arrest!" the lead agent roared.

The man's pupils contracted sharply, and his survival instinct made him turn around abruptly, trying to rush towards the door.

But the agents behind him were prepared; they grabbed him by the back of his collar and yanked him forward violently.

The man lost his balance and fell heavily onto the marble floor with a dull thud.

Two agents immediately pounced on him, kneeing him in the back and pressing his arms down with their hands. The cold handcuffs snapped onto his wrists.

Another agent crouched down, skillfully rummaged around the man's waist, and quickly pulled out a small Browning pistol. He weighed it in his hand, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Call Director Wang, the man has been caught," the lead agent ordered the lobby manager.

The lobby manager nodded, strode to the counter, picked up the black phone on the table, and quickly connected to Wang Manchun's call: "Director Wang, the Communist Party member who came to HSBC to withdraw money has been caught by us and is being taken to No. 76 to report back to you."