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

The arrest operation by No. 76 caused quite a commotion. When people in the hall heard that it was No. 76 and saw the guns, they rushed to the door, fearing that they would be caught in the crossfire.

Chen Qing, who was in the car at the door, naturally saw this scene and knew that something had happened.

Soon a car with license plate number 76 pulled up in front of HSBC Bank, and several secret agents escorted the Communist Party member out of the lobby.

Inside the black sedan parked at the entrance, Chen Qing stared intently at the bank's doors, gripping the heavy iron hammer tightly.

During the riot, he clearly saw several secret agents escorting a man wearing a baseball cap out.

The man's hands were handcuffed, but his back was ramrod straight. Even after being arrested, he showed no sign of cowardice.

Chen Qing's heart pounded, and he said to Xiao Ai in a deep voice, "Xiao Ai, are you ready?"

"Ready!" Xiao Ai's voice rang in my mind.

Before he finished speaking, a fierce glint flashed in Chen Qing's eyes. He gritted his teeth and smashed the iron hammer in his hand toward his temple!

"eighty!"

A deep shout pierced the chaotic air.

At the same time, the agent at the front of the escort team suddenly seemed to be struck hard on the temple by an invisible hammer. His eyes rolled back violently, and without even uttering a sound, he fell straight to the ground, like a puppet with broken strings, crashing onto the concrete with a dull thud.

The people around fell silent for a moment. The crowd that had surged to the door forgot to push and shove, and the escorting agents were also stunned. They subconsciously looked at their fallen comrade, their faces full of astonishment.

"eighty!"

Without pausing, Chen Qing slammed the hammer into his temple again, the force undiminished.

The second agent, without warning, clutched his temple, swayed, and then collapsed to the ground, his limbs limp, completely losing consciousness.

"eighty!"

"eighty!"

With two deep shouts in succession, Chen Qing gritted his teeth and punched his temple hard.

Before the remaining two escorting agents could react, they suddenly collapsed along the same path. One fell forward to his knees, and the other slumped to the side. The four of them fell down like four broken wooden stakes at the bottom of the bank's steps.

The whole world seemed to have been paused. The crowded people stopped in their tracks, gasps of shock rose and fell, and everyone stared wide-eyed at this bizarre scene.

Four heavily armed agents fainted one after another for no apparent reason.

In a black sedan not far away, a man was repeatedly pounding his temple with a hammer.

"And the driver too!" Chen Qing reminded him.

Not far away, beside the black prison van belonging to No. 76, the driver's expression changed drastically when he saw his companion suddenly faint. He immediately reached for the gun at his waist and his eyes swept around warily.

Chen Qing's eyes sharpened, and he raised the hammer again, slamming it hard into his temple: "Eighty!"

The prison van driver froze abruptly, his eyes glazed over, his head lolled to the side, and he slumped onto the steering wheel, completely still.

The man being escorted was stunned at first, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes, before he realized that someone was rescuing him!

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly crouched down, reached into the waistband of the fallen agent for the key, and spun it rapidly with his fingertips. With a "click," the handcuffs opened.

He stood up, took a gun from the waist of each of the two unconscious agents, released the safety, and then, without hesitation, raised his hand and pulled the trigger one by one at the four defenseless agents.

Four gunshots rang out, and blood splattered on the steps, a horrifying sight.

Then, he quickly walked to the car, opened the driver's side door, dragged the unconscious driver out and threw him on the ground, pointed the gun at his forehead, and shot him in the head, the blood staining the ground red.

The entire sequence of movements was executed flawlessly and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

He immediately turned around, got into the driver's seat, slammed on the gas, the engine roared, and the black prison van shot off like an arrow, breaking through the crowd's attempts to avoid it, and sped away into the distance.

Chen Qing watched the car number 76 disappear at the end of the street, let out a long sigh of relief, and his tense body instantly relaxed. His head was dizzy and he felt a dull pain in his temples.

He didn't dare to delay. He immediately started the car, turned it around, and before the crowd could fully recover from their shock, he turned the key, started the engine, shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and quickly left the scene.

Just then, Xiao Ai's voice rang in my mind: "Energy depleted, I need to enter hibernation mode."

"You've worked hard, get some rest." Chen Qing breathed a long sigh of relief.

I don't know if Xiao Ai (Xiaomi's AI assistant) ran out of energy or if I used too much force during the last hammer blow, but my head is spinning. I hope I don't end up with a concussion. I need to be more careful with these kinds of things in the future.

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Wang Manchun walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. Her long, black hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, with water droplets still dripping from the ends. The hair slid down her smooth neck and into the collar of her bathrobe, adding a touch of languid charm as if she had just come out of the bath.

Minglou had already tidied his clothes and was sitting against the headboard.

"I heard a phone call for you just now. It rang for a while, but I didn't know what it was about, so I hung up."

Wang Manchun replied casually, "Okay, I understand."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the telephone on the bedside table rang sharply again.

Wang Manchun picked up the phone and heard an anxious voice: "Director, something terrible has happened. HSBC has crashed. Five of our brothers have died."

"A bunch of good-for-nothings, I'm coming right now!" Wang Manchun hung up the phone in a fit of anger and quickly turned around to find her clothes.

Minglou got out of bed at the opportune moment, his brow furrowed, and asked in a serious tone, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"HSBC's arrest of communists is a bunch of useless idiots! They didn't catch anyone, and five of their brothers died!"

"Such a big thing happened?" Minglou was overjoyed, but his voice was full of worry. "No, we have to go over there right away and see what happened. How could such a big mistake have occurred?"

The two quickly drove out and headed straight for the HSBC bank on the Bund.

HSBC Bank had already been sealed off by agents from the 76th Division. Five corpses lay in a row on the cold cement floor, and several forensic doctors in white coats were squatting beside the bodies, carefully examining them with their gloved hands.

Wang Manchun, wearing high heels, strode quickly through the blockade, her face so gloomy it could drip water.

His gaze finally settled on the agent posing as the lobby manager who had come to report, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Explain clearly, what exactly happened?"

The agent lowered his head, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "Director Wang, we had the target under control as planned and were about to put him in the car when four of our brothers suddenly collapsed without warning, and even the driver wasn't spared... The Red Army member took the opportunity to break free of his handcuffs, picked up the brothers' guns, killed everyone, and then drove away."

"Five people! All of them are seasoned veterans, how could they all faint at the same time? Have any gunmen been found around? Are there any suspicious persons?" Wang Manchun frowned.

"No, Director."

The forensic doctor stood up and said, "Each of the brothers has a clear hammer mark on their temple. The force was extremely strong. They must have been hit hard on the temple with a hammer before they fainted."

Wang Manchun examined the hammer marks on the temples of the five men one by one, her expression filled with impotent rage.

"In broad daylight, five people were struck on the temple with a hammer and knocked unconscious, and no one saw the culprit?" Wang Manchun laughed angrily.

Are you telling me a ghost story?

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