Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

After saying that, he put down his hand that was pressing the earpiece, and under the watchful eyes of the terrified Liu Yaozu, the fearful henchmen, and the dying Qian Wendi, he walked straight to an inconspicuous corner of the room as if he were in his own living room.

He reached into a very hidden crack in the wall and pulled out a miniature camera, about the size of a button, that was still flashing a faint red light.

He twirled the miniature camera between his fingers, then faced the people in the room, especially Liu Yaozu, whose face was ashen, and waved the "evidence" in his hand.

"I filmed your 'heroic deeds' and your brilliant 'confessions' from beginning to end, without missing a single frame."

Zhang Wenjie's voice carried a cold, businesslike quality, yet it also contained a hint of mockery.

"This will be the most compelling evidence presented in court. Murder, instigating murder, illegal possession of firearms, unexplained wealth... oh, and also the murder of his wife and framing his father-in-law. Mr. Liu Yaozu, congratulations, you and your loyal henchmen, none of you will escape."

"Who...who are you?!"

Liu Yaozu finally realized that the "police officer" in front of him was definitely not simple!

From the crocodile guy's unusual reaction, to the other party's practiced ease in taking out the hidden camera, and then to that tone of control... I was the pitiful worm being manipulated!

"Kill him!! Who can kill him! I have three hundred million here! Three hundred million US dollars!! It's all yours!!!"

Extreme fear and despair drove Liu Yaozu to a hysterical roar, attempting a final struggle with his enormous wealth.

Money is a good thing, but what does it matter compared to one's own life, one's own freedom, and the impending disgrace?

However, his roar was like a stone sinking into the sea.

His former "loyal" underlings all had their heads down, their eyes darting around, and some even took a slight step back; no one dared to move.

The potential micro-bomb lurking under the skin of the back of the neck, and the remote control in the other party's hand, hung like the Grim Reaper's scythe over everyone's heads.

"No need to call me, Mr. Liu Yaozu."

Zhang Wenjie shook his head, a hint of regret even appearing on his face, though the expression looked more like mockery.

"Save your energy. Now, I am formally arresting you on suspicion of multiple serious crimes."

If it weren't for the faint, almost smirking smile on his lips, Liu Yaozu would almost have believed that this was a "normal" police enforcement action.

Zhang Wenjie ignored him, holding a police baton in his left hand and the black remote control in his right, and steadily walked step by step toward Qian Wendi, who was tied to a chair, his breath growing weaker and weaker, and who was almost bleeding to death.

Liu Yaozu's men parted the sea like Moses parting the ocean, automatically clearing a path for him, and no one dared to obstruct them.

As the mysterious "police officer" approached step by step, a chilling, bone-deep fear and despair finally welled up from the depths of Liu Yaozu's heart.

He's finished, completely finished.

Zhang Wenjie walked up to Qian Wendi and looked down at the dying conman who once thought he was in control of everything.

"I forgot to give a formal self-introduction." Zhang Wenjie bent down slightly to make his voice clearer to Qian Wendi's ears, his tone as calm as if he were doing a routine registration. "My name is... Zhang Wenjie."

Qian Wendi, who was already dizzy and almost unconscious due to excessive blood loss, shuddered violently the moment he heard the name "Zhang Wenjie"!

As if in a final burst of energy before death, his eyes, which had previously lost their luster and had dilated pupils, suddenly contracted violently!

With his last ounce of strength, he laboriously and slowly lifted his eyelids, staring intently at the young, cold, yet unfamiliar face before him.

A fleeting sense of realization, disbelief, and an even deeper, more chilling resentment flashed quickly in his dying eyes.

His dry, swollen lips twitched slightly, and a series of hoarse, leaky sounds, like a broken bellows, came from his throat. The sounds were intermittent, but he was trying his best to say something.

"It's...you...you...damn...bastard..."

Zhang Wenjie stared at him expressionlessly, as if he were looking at a tool that was about to be scrapped.

"Goodbye, Mr. Qian Wendi," he said softly, his tone devoid of any emotion. "Your mission... is complete. As a pawn, you are... no longer of any use."

After saying that, he extended his right hand, which was free of any weapon and had distinct knuckles, and gently, yet with an irresistible force, covered Qian Wendi's head, which was covered with blood, cold sweat and dust, as if a lover were caressing him.

The instant his palm touched the top of Qian Wendi's head, Qian Wendi felt an indescribable, bone-chilling "coldness" that seemed to carry a strange burning sensation, like countless cold steel needles suddenly piercing through his skull, instantly penetrating his brain, and then spreading rapidly along his spine to his limbs and bones like an electric current!

He couldn't describe the feeling; it wasn't pain, but it was more terrifying and desperate than any pain!

It was as if the soul was being forcibly stripped and torn apart by some invisible force!

At the same time, he seemed to hear an extremely faint yet incredibly clear "clang" sound, like glass shattering at an extremely high frequency!

Immediately following this was an unbearable, excruciating pain that climbed up the spine from the back and penetrated deep into the bone marrow and nerves!

Under the combined impact of this eerie cold and excruciating pain, his body completely lost its last bit of support, collapsing limply and completely like a lump of mud.

The body, bound by hemp rope, caused the chair to creak.

The vocal cords seemed to be temporarily "unlocked" by the chill.

"Wow--!!!"

A short, sharp wail, filled with endless pain, fear, resentment and bitterness, yet strangely inhuman, burst forth from Qian Wendi's throat!

The cry, like the blood-curdling of an owl, pierced the deathly silence of the room!

But it only lasted for less than half a second.

The crying stopped abruptly.

Qian Wendi's head slumped limply to his chest, and his last faint breath dissipated completely.

Those eyes, which once shone with cunning, greed, anger, and a will to survive, have completely lost their luster, becoming empty and lifeless, like two dusty glass beads.

Everything fell silent.

All that remained was the stench of blood, the pervasive dust, and a group of stunned, pale-faced "spectators."

Zhang Wenjie slowly withdrew his hand, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

He straightened up, his gaze calmly sweeping over everyone in the room, finally settling on Liu Yaozu's face, which was ashen and trembling like a leaf.

The operation is over.

The dust has settled.