He had just married a policewoman when he was diagnosed with criminal genius.

About three kilometers away from Lao Gui's factory, on a wasteland, several vans and cars disguised as civilian vehicles were hidden among the dried-up ditch and abandoned houses.

The car was covered in mud and dead leaves, and from the outside it looked like a wrecked car that had been abandoned here.

Inside the command vehicle, Ding Jianguo and Zhou Weidong, wearing headsets, listened intently to every sound coming from Lu Chen.

"They've reached the printing den," Zhou Weidong said in a low voice, marking a red dot on the electronic map with his finger. "Location confirmed, signal stable."

Ding Jianguo nodded, his eyes fixed on the flashing dot on the screen: "Notify all groups to maintain radio silence and not to start the engines without orders."

"All groups understand."

Their listening equipment clearly captured the sounds inside the factory.

Ding Jianguo tapped his fingers lightly on the table, silently planning the route of the intrusion and the possible problems.

Time passed by, second by second.

The air inside the command vehicle grew increasingly heavy.

Zhou Weidong glanced at his watch; Lu Chen and Jiang Xue had been inside the factory for ten minutes.

Although everything is going smoothly so far, those in their line of work know that every minute that goes by during an undercover operation increases the risk of exposure.

Just as he was about to ask if he wanted to send a message, a very faint signal came through his earpiece.

That was the pre-arranged code between Lu Chen and Ding Jianguo: to close the net.

"Here it comes, let's close the net!" Zhou Weidong blurted out, instantly jumping up from his seat.

Ding Jianguo also heard the knocking sound at the same time.

He sat bolt upright, pressed the main communication switch on the command vehicle with his backhand, and said in a steady and powerful voice, with the decisiveness of someone who had been through countless battles: "Attention all groups, the order to close the net has been confirmed!"

His finger swept quickly across the map: "Group 1, seal off the main gate of the factory area, control all entrances and exits, and note that there is a small iron gate on the back wall of the factory building, which is an emergency escape route. Arrange for two people to guard it."

"Group Two, break in through the window near the ventilation duct on the west side of the factory and prioritize taking control of the workers in the printing workshop."

"Group Three, follow me and charge in from the front. Our key target is the ringleader, Old Ghost."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the officers in the command vehicle, his voice low but carrying an undeniable authority: "Everyone, move out!"

At a command, several police cars lying in ambush in the wasteland started their engines simultaneously.

Like hunters, they simultaneously surrounded the gray-white factory from three directions.

Inside the factory, Old Ghost was patting Lu Chen on the shoulder with a smile.

They said polite things like "We'll all be family from now on."

Lu Chen responded with a smile.

Just then, Ah Kun, who had been standing silently in the corner, suddenly raised his head.

His ears twitched slightly, as if he had caught some unusual sound.

That was the roar of engines coming from afar, weakened by the night wind and the factory walls.

Ah Kun's expression changed instantly.

He has been chased by the police many times and is extremely sensitive to the sound of sirens, engines, and the footsteps of strangers.

It's almost instinctive.

The sound was still far away, but it was rapidly approaching, and it wasn't just one car, but multiple cars.

"Cops!" Ah Kun shouted sternly.

His voice cut through the relatively harmonious atmosphere in the factory like a knife.

"There are police officers outside."

The factory instantly erupted in chaos.

The workers dropped what they were doing.

Some people looked around in panic, while others instinctively ran towards the back door.

Old Ghost and Little Ma's faces turned deathly pale in an instant, and he abruptly turned to look at Lu Chen.

His eyes were filled with suspicion and anger.

He didn't know what went wrong.

He had clearly tested Lu Chen, and he was certain that Lu Chen was a master at printing counterfeit money.

There are also high-quality counterfeit banknotes appearing on the market as evidence.

How could they possibly be cops?

When did even police officers start printing counterfeit money?

Moreover, the counterfeit money they printed was even better than his.

Is there some mistake somewhere?

Could it be that it wasn't Lu Chen, but rather that something went wrong elsewhere that led the police to discover it?

But he no longer had time to question anything.

"Run! Split up and run! Everyone still has a chance to escape!" Old Ghost shouted and turned to run.

But Ah Kun didn't run after him.

He stood still, his gaze rapidly sweeping over everyone in the factory.

As if assessing the situation, his ears caught sounds approaching simultaneously from all four sides of the factory.

His years of experience as a fugitive told him that if he ran away now, he would definitely run into the police.

His gaze turned ferocious.

"There's no escaping it..." he muttered.

Then a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, "Then let's take a hostage, maybe there's still a chance to escape."

His gaze swept quickly across the factory.

The most suitable candidates right now are Lu Chen and Jiang Xue, who are suspected of being undercover agents.

After all, there were no problems with their hideout before they arrived.

What a coincidence! The two of them arrived, and the cops followed right after.

In Wu Kun's view, these two people are more valuable as hostages, and it would be easier to make the cops outside hesitate to act against them.

Faced with a choice between the two, Wu Kun naturally chose Jiang Xue, who appeared to be the weakest.

If we can capture Jiang Xue, we'll have leverage to negotiate with the police.

Jiang Xue stood beside Lu Chen.

It was about five meters away from Wu Kun.

Hearing the commotion on the other side, Jiang Xue knew that it must be Director Ding and his team who had arrived.

Jiang Xue's current task is to ensure her husband's safety.

Without even hesitation, he swiftly drew a sharp dagger from his waist with his right hand.

The blade reflected a blinding, cold light under the sunlight.

He pounced on Jiang Xue like a cheetah.

"Don't move..." Wu Kun's voice was almost manic.

But he underestimated two people.

One is Jiang Xue, who saw Wu Kun draw his sword the moment she saw him.

She didn't scream or back down, but quickly assumed a defensive stance.

Lower your center of gravity and place your hands in front of your chest; this is the standard starting stance for police combat.

But what surprised him even more was Lu Chen.

Almost at the same instant Wu Kun pounced, Lu Chen saw Wu Kun's knife aimed at Jiang Xue.

The kung fu killing technique was activated almost without any thought or thought.

Driven by instinct, Lu Chen's movements were so fast that they were almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

The body shifted to the side at an incredible angle.

He avoided the direct stab from Ah Kun's dagger.

Immediately afterwards, his right hand moved like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, precisely seizing Ah Kun's wrist as he held the knife.

A crisp "crack" sounded as bone broke.

Ah Kun let out a scream.

However, his ferocity and years of fighting experience prevented him from being defeated by this blow.

He roared and slammed his fist into Lu Chen's temple with all his might.

But Lu Chen was faster than him.

"Crack!" Another dull sound of bone breaking.

Ah Kun's right arm was twisted and deformed at an angle that completely violated human anatomy.

The bone fragment pierced the skin and clothes, and blood gushed out instantly.

But Lu Chen still didn't stop.

In one swift motion, a punch was thrown, striking the most vulnerable part of the human chest, and the sound of ribs breaking rang out.

Ah Kun slammed heavily onto the cement floor, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He opened his mouth wide, wanting to shout, but found that his lungs were so compressed that even breathing became difficult.

He tried to struggle, but his limbs were no longer under his control. His right arm was completely useless, and several ribs in his chest were shattered by the blow. He was like a fish that had been thrown onto the shore, only able to twitch in vain.

Jiang Xue, who was standing to the side, was stunned.