Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

"How could I bear to die?"

He straightened up and looked around at the silent crowd.

"Now is not the time for reminiscing. My boss has a small matter that he needs your help with, Crocodile Bro. I don't know if you'll choose to cooperate, or..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and the huge muzzle of the revolver turned without warning towards a henchman kneeling behind Crocodile Man.

"Bang!"

Deafening gunshots rang out in the closed room, and the walls seemed to shake!

The henchman didn't even utter a sound before his head exploded like a smashed watermelon!

Red and white substances splattered everywhere, splashing the faces and clothes of several people nearby!

A strong smell of blood immediately filled the air.

"Ugh... Ugh..." The kneeling thugs had never seen such a scene where someone could blow someone's head off at the slightest provocation. They were terrified, some lost control of their bladder on the spot, and others couldn't help but vomit, their bodies trembling like leaves.

Faced with this most primal and violent impact of death, Crocodile Man felt a chill run from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, his breathing suddenly became difficult, his mind went blank, and he was instantly filled with the instinct to survive!

"I'll cooperate! I'll cooperate with anything!" Crocodile almost shouted, his voice hoarse and distorted. All talk of brotherhood and boss authority became bullshit under the gun barrel that blew his head off.

"Brother Wei! Boss Liao! I'll do anything you want! I'll even betray my boss! Just don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

He kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead slamming against the cement floor with a loud thud.

"Ha!" Liao Zhiwei let out a cryptic laugh, pressing the scalding, slightly blood-stained gun barrel back against Crocodile's forehead, making him shudder. "Look, look! Who dares say our Crocodile Brother is a fool? He's clearly very clever!"

He winked at someone to the side.

One of his men immediately handed him a black mobile phone, about the size of a brick.

Liao Zhiwei, holding the long antenna of the mobile phone, handed the heavy machine to Crocodile Man. His voice suddenly turned cold, like the Siberian wind.

"I'm not going to waste time. You're a smart man. Now, call your boss. Want to play a game? Guess who... you know your boss wants you to see and what you want to do?"

The crocodile man shuddered, instantly understanding.

The root of today's catastrophic disaster lies in the "finding someone" task that Liu Yaozu assigned to him!

The other party knows everything!

"Viagra! I understand! I know what to do!" Crocodile Man dared not hesitate any longer. Trembling, he took the heavy cell phone, raised his left index finger, and, shaking violently with fear, barely managed to press the number he remembered.

"Beep...beep..."

The call was connected very quickly.

"Feed." Liu Yaozu's unique voice, carrying a hint of reserve and a sense of pressure, came from the other end.

Although the mobile phone wasn't on speakerphone, the sound was still clearly audible in the deathly silent room filled only with heavy breathing.

Crocodile Guy took a deep breath, forcing himself to use the most "normal" tone possible, even one with a hint of "taking credit," but the slight tremor in his voice betrayed his fear: "Boss! I'm Crocodile Guy! I... I've found where Qian Wendi is!"

"Oh? Very good, Crocodile Guy." A hint of satisfaction was in Liu Yaozu's voice.

"Where is he?" He had always trusted and felt at ease with thugs like Crocodile, who were physically strong, relatively simple-minded, and seemed very "loyal" and capable.

"Right...right next to Qian Wendi's own hideout!" Crocodile Man's speech quickened, as if reciting a memorized text. "That idiot! Trying to play dirty tricks! And that bastard Golden Finger seems to have kept this information from you, Boss Liu!"

Betraying teammates and splashing dirty water are things he feels no guilt about, as long as he can survive.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, as if they were processing and assessing the authenticity and value of the news.

"...Continue to monitor them, but don't alert them."

Liu Yaozu's voice returned to calm, but a hint of urgency could be faintly heard. "Wait for my next instructions."

"Yes, boss!" the crocodile man replied quickly.

The call was disconnected, and a busy tone followed.

Crocodile Guy, holding up his mobile phone, looked at Liao Zhiwei, bewildered.

Liao Zhiwei snatched back the mobile phone and tossed it to his subordinate. He looked down at the man slumped on the ground, looking like a crocodile just pulled from the water, grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Not bad. Well then, let's play something else next..."

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Study in Villa No. 4, Xiafei Road.

Liu Yaozu hung up the phone with Crocodile Man, a look on his face that was a mixture of smugness and ferocity.

Wendi Qian was indeed hiding there!

That good-for-nothing Kindaichi, he really did have a trick up his sleeve!

But it doesn't matter, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

He got up and walked to the row of heavy mahogany bookshelves against the wall, his eyes sweeping over the neatly arranged hardcover books.

He reached out and seemingly casually pulled out a thick copy of "The Complete Works of Shakespeare," but his finger gently pressed on a hidden protrusion on the spine.

A soft "click" sounded.

Part of the bookshelf slid inward silently, revealing a silver safe embedded in the wall.

Liu Yaozu skillfully rotated the cipher wheel, three times to the left, two times to the right, and then one time to the left until he reached a specific number.

With another "click," the cabinet door popped open.

Inside, there were several important documents, bundles of large denomination US dollars and Hong Kong dollars, and some gold bars arranged in layers.

Liu Yaozu's gaze did not linger on these items. He reached out and picked up a few unimportant documents, revealing a smaller hidden compartment with a fingerprint lock on the inner wall of the safe.

He pressed his thumb on it.

The hidden compartment slid open, revealing only a small box lined with black velvet.

Liu Yaozu took out the small box and opened it.

Inside lay a uniquely shaped, extremely small miniature pistol with a matte finish, next to several specially made slender bullets.

This is no ordinary gun. It has an extremely short range, but its power at close range is astonishing, and it is almost silent. It is designed for certain special occasions.

He inserted the miniature pistol into a specially made leather holster at the back of his trousers and carefully covered it with the hem of his suit jacket.

Everything was restored to its original state; the bookshelf slid back in, fitting perfectly.

He had just buttoned the bottom button of his suit jacket and straightened his tie when two respectful and restrained knocks came from outside the study door.

"Knock knock."

Liu Yaozu frowned slightly. At this time, unless there was an emergency, his trusted subordinates wouldn't bother him.

"What is it?" he asked in a deep voice, which came through the heavy wooden door.

A subordinate's deliberately hushed voice came from outside the door: "Boss, Mr. Guo is here."

The words were brief, but the name "Mr. Guo" acted like a shot in the arm, giving Liu Yaozu a sudden burst of energy! Even the urgent matters concerning Qian Wendi and the bonds were temporarily put aside.