Starting from Hong Kong in 1988!

To be honest, Xu Guangkun had actually thought about it—

This woman is beautiful, has a great figure, and is even throwing herself at me. I might as well pretend I don't know anything and sleep with her!

Anyway, I'm not from this world. If I survive in three days, I can just pack up and go back to reality.

Nobody knew they had done such a despicable thing.

There's no need to say more about the dead; they're already dead, so what do they care about the raging flood?

But when it came to actually putting his hand on someone else, a sentence inexplicably popped into his mind.

"Kill someone's father and then sleep with him? Disgusting, the worst of the worst!"

Perhaps it's the education I've received over the years, or perhaps it's public order and good customs.

This damn thought just won't go away once it's on your mind.

It's easy to deceive others, but hard to deceive yourself.

Xu Guangkun couldn't help but sigh, and he pushed Pan Ting away.

"That's why I'm helping you, so you don't need to feel guilty."

After saying that, he stopped talking and turned to face the back of the sofa, closing his eyes.

Pan Ting sat up from the sofa, looking bewildered.

She looked around.

On a clear, moonlit night, the small room was eerily quiet.

.....

The night grew deeper.

The cool moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, refracting as it hit the floor, casting a dim, shadowy glow in the room.

Inside the room, only Xu Guangkun's soft snoring and the woman's suppressed sobs could be heard.

suddenly.

The sobbing stopped.

One second, two seconds.

Pan Ting walked silently to the sofa.

She stared at Xu Guangkun's sleeping back, her face as cold as ice.

"call."

A gust of wind blew by, lifting the curtains.

The brief light illuminated what Pantene was holding.

She held her breath, slowly pressing her knees onto the sofa, and gently raised the knife to Xu Guangkun's neck.

But when the time came, his expression showed struggle, and he hesitated to put his head down.

"What are you waiting for?"

A calm voice rang out, startling Pan Ting. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw that Xu Guangkun, who was fast asleep, had turned over and was lying flat on the sofa, calmly watching her.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

"you..."

Pan Ting could no longer hold on, took two steps back and fell to the ground, the knife in her hand clattering to the ground.

"Why don't you do something?"

Xu Guangkun sat up from the sofa, reached out and pulled Pan Ting up, "Since you don't dare to do anything, let's just leave it at that."

Pan Ting bit her lip, tears falling silently. "Do you know how good my father is to me?"

"Know."

"You killed him." Pan Ting looked at Xu Guangkun with her swollen, red eyes. "But I dare not hate you."

Xu Guangkun was stunned.

After a long while, a drawn-out sigh finally drifted out in the night.

"Ugh."

......

71 Des Voeux Road Central, Hong Kong, not far from the Wing On Group Building.

The rooftop of a residential building.

Xu Guangkun set up his binoculars and quietly surveyed the first and second floors of the building.

Baosheng Bank.

Yesterday he asked Jiang Lanxin where he could find 200 jin of gold and a large amount of cash, and she brought him here early this morning.

"See? I told you, robbing a bank isn't realistic." Jiang Lanxin, dressed in sportswear, crossed her arms and listed the items as if they were old friends: "Two policemen, a 12-gauge shotgun, a .38 revolver, paired with walkie-talkies..."

Xu Guangkun pointed his binoculars at the doorway.

Two Indian men, wearing dark uniforms, peaked caps, and leather shoes.

One was carrying a firearm at an angle, while the other always had his hand on his waist and a walkie-talkie hanging from his chest.

They were looking around warily when several people in uniform carrying suitcases walked out of the bank and headed towards a car next to them.

"This is still the first hurdle you have to face. Even if you kill Ah Cha, you still won't get the money." Jiang Lanxin shook her head and added, "All the tellers have bulletproof glass in front of them. If you want money, you can only go to the cash room."

As she spoke, she pointed to the ground, "The cash room is in the building's basement, a steel door with a combination lock and a mechanical lock, and CCTV. Even if you know how to pick the lock, your every move will be crystal clear to everyone. Once you take out the money, the stainless steel roller shutter on the door will be pulled down..."

She coldly concluded, "Like catching a turtle in a jar."

Xu Guangkun shrugged.

"Why don't we first see how long it will take the police to get here?"

"Wishful thinking." Jiang Lanxin rolled her eyes at Xu Guangkun, suppressing the urge to curse.

Xu Guangkun had already pulled out his Motorola and said eagerly.

"Officer, someone's robbing a bank, Baosheng Bank, yes, yes, they've opened fire, it's terrifying, you guys come quick!"

"You acted very well."

Jiang Lanxin muttered something with amusement.

Xu Guangkun raised an eyebrow at her, and just as he was about to hang up the phone, another voice came from the other end.

"You are Xu Guangkun."

Xu Guangkun was taken aback at first: "Who are you?"

He immediately realized what was happening and asked, "And who is Xu Guangkun?"

"Stop pretending, Xu Guangkun, it's me."

Xu Guangkun squinted and thought for a while, finally recognizing the voice, "Jiang Sir?"

"right."

"Wow." Xu Guangkun exclaimed, "Jiang Sir has such a good memory. We only chatted for a few minutes that day, and he already remembered my voice."

Jiang Lanxin glanced at him, then continued to look around listlessly.

"You injured my leg, leaving me with a lifelong ailment that I'll never forget..."

"Let's put this aside for now and talk about the bank robbery first. Those thugs have already killed the constable at the door."

Do you think I'd believe that?

I think you'll believe it.

Jiang Lanxin suddenly frowned, seemingly lost in thought.

"You're really that kind?"

"It's about police-community cooperation."

"How dare you say that about yourself..."

"beep."

Before Jiang Sir could finish speaking, Jiang Lanxin snatched the phone, hung up, and immediately turned it off. "Time to go."

"Um?"

Xu Guangkun didn't understand.

"He's stalling for time. Motorola can be located, albeit with low accuracy, but it can still be pinpointed within a two-kilometer radius."

Jiang Lanxin smiled and asked, "How long do you think it will take them to get here?"

"have no idea."

Xu Guangkun said.

"I'd guess two minutes." Jiang Lanxin glanced down at her women's watch. "There should be quite a few people coming."

"Then we should go."

Xu Guangkun laughed twice, grabbed Jiang Lanxin's hand, and rushed downstairs.

"Hey, are you trying to take advantage of me?"

Jiang Lanxin shook off Xu Guangkun's hand, nimbly jumped a few steps down the stairs, and left Xu Guangkun far behind.

Xu Guangkun looked at her with some surprise, then smiled, "Wow. I wanted to take care of you, but I didn't expect you to be in such good physical condition."

.....

The building was ten stories high, and by the time Xu Guangkun rushed downstairs, 40 seconds had already passed.

Jiang Lanxin had somehow acquired a motorcycle, tossed a helmet to Xu Guangkun, and said, "Let's go."

Xu Guangkun caught the helmet, slung it onto the motorcycle, and asked, "Where did you get this motorcycle?"

The two of them drove there; they didn't ride a motorcycle.

Jiang Lanxin chuckled lightly, tightened the accelerator, and said, "I'm just copying you."

Xu Guangkun put on his helmet and hugged the woman's waist.

"boom!"

The motorcycle roared forward.

They hadn't run far when they ran into a police car.

As they passed each other, Xu Guangkun slowly turned his head.

Inside the car were Inspector Jiang, who had just put down his walkie-talkie, and the policewoman with a very tense expression.

...