Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Click! Click!"

The cold, metallic clanging sound, in the silent snowy night, was like a harbinger of death wielding its scythe.

The intelligence chief's hand, which was holding a gun, suddenly froze in mid-air.

He glanced around out of the corner of his eye.

In the shadows at the edge of the searchlight.

Before anyone knew it, the area was now densely covered with dark gun muzzles!

They were all armed with Type 56 semi-automatic rifles, all with the safety engaged, and their chilling killing intent locked onto each and every one of them.

If they dare to make the slightest move, they will be riddled with bullets in an instant.

This is not a security force from the factory's security department at all.

This is the most elite regular army!

"Baka..."

The intelligence chief gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and his fingers gripping the gun began to tremble slightly.

He knew that this time he had truly failed, and failed completely, leaving not even a trace.

"Drop your weapons! Put your hands behind your head!"

Chen Bing gave a cold shout, his voice not loud, but it carried an irresistible pressure.

The agents looked at each other in bewilderment.

In that half-second of their hesitation.

"superior!"

Chen Bing's eyes sharpened.

More than a dozen special guards, hidden in the shadows, pounced out from all directions like tigers descending a mountain!

The movements were as fast as lightning.

"Bang! Bang!"

The agents didn't even have a chance to pull the trigger.

His wrist was precisely dislocated by the guard with extremely ruthless skill.

The pistol fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Followed by.

The guards executed a clean over-the-shoulder throw, then pressed their knees firmly against the other man's back.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones snapping and breaking was accompanied by the suppressed groans of the agents.

In just one second.

Four Japanese agents who considered themselves the elite of the empire were brutally killed in the cold, muddy snow.

His arm was twisted to its limit, and the bones were cracking as they were broken.

They completely lost the ability to resist.

"These bastards, they dare to use knives and guns on our turf?"

Chen Bing walked forward with a cold smile and stepped on the face of the intelligence chief.

He shoved his face hard into the slushy snow mixed with engine oil.

"Take them all away! Conduct surprise interrogations overnight! Squeeze every last drop out of them!"

As the agents were taken away.

All eyes were once again drawn to Deputy Factory Director Li, who was slumped on the ground.

He was like a boneless pile of rotten flesh at that moment.

His once crisp Zhongshan suit was now covered in mud and snow, making him look utterly disheveled.

Above his head, the 100-meter-tall holographic projection was still tirelessly looping his words, "100,000 US dollars and a ticket to Hong Kong."

Each sound was like a resounding slap across his old face.

Chen Bing strode up to Deputy Factory Director Li.

He pulled a pair of shiny handcuffs from his waist.

Two crisp "click" sounds.

The cold, steel handcuffs mercilessly locked up the hands of Deputy Factory Director Li, hands that were usually only used for signing documents and making calculations.

The icy touch finally brought Deputy Factory Director Li back to his senses from extreme fear.

He suddenly raised his head, his face contorted beyond recognition.

"No! I am not a traitor! I have been framed!"

He struggled frantically, his face covered in snot and tears, trying to grab Chen Bing's trouser leg.

"It was them! Those Japanese forced me to this!"

"Director Yang! Director Yang, please put in a good word for me! I'm always the most supportive of the factory's work!"

Deputy Factory Director Li's shameless defense did not garner any sympathy.

This only fueled the even greater anger of the surrounding workers.

"Pah! Have you no shame?"

"Everyone in the factory saw the movie that was just shown in the sky!"

"Exactly! All that money you've been withholding from our labor insurance and benefits is used to betray our country for personal gain!"

"Kill this traitorous dog!"

Several hot-tempered foundry workers even tried to rush up and attack, but were desperately stopped by the security officers.

Factory Director Yang, wearing mismatched cotton slippers, walked step by step to Deputy Factory Director Li.

He looked down at his deputy, who was usually domineering and always opposed him in the factory.

There was no pity in his eyes, only deep hatred.

"Li Lixin, you disgust me to the core."

Director Yang spoke coldly, his voice exceptionally clear in the night wind.

"The country has nurtured you for so many years, giving you status and power."

"Not only do you not think of serving your country, but you also sell out the nation's top-secret military technology for a few worthless banknotes!"

"You traitorous beast, I wouldn't mind shooting you ten times over!"

"puff!"

Factory Director Yang spat fiercely in Deputy Factory Director Li's face.

That spit was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Deputy Factory Director Li's last psychological defenses completely collapsed.

he knows.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Faced with this mountain of irrefutable evidence, and with this blockbuster film that he himself "starred in," he was completely overwhelmed.

All the connections and protective umbrellas he usually took pride in became worthless at this moment.

Who would dare risk being accused of treason and colluding with the enemy to protect him?

What awaited him was only a secret military trial.

And, a cold peanut.

"take away!"

Factory Director Yang waved his hand, unwilling to watch this disgusting scene any longer.

Two tall and burly security officers stepped forward.

One person grabbed Deputy Factory Director Li's arm and dragged him up from the snow like a dead dog.

"No...no...I don't want to die..."

Deputy Factory Director Li's legs were so weak they were like noodles, and he couldn't stand up at all.

He was being dragged backwards by the staff, his toes leaving two deep marks in the snow.

The heart-wrenching cries echoed across the empty playground, gradually fading into the distance.

Until he was roughly shoved into the military jeep flashing red and blue police lights.

The sound was completely blocked out by the heavy car door.

The jeep sped away.

It took away the deepest and most malignant tumor, the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

On the playground, thousands of employees watched the police cars leave.

Everyone felt an indescribable sense of relief and catharsis.

"Good! Well done!"

"This kind of traitor should be shot at!"

The workers cheered and applauded.

Seeing this, Director Yang breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from his heart for years.

He turned his head and looked at the confidential laboratory not far away, which was still dimly lit.

A deep sense of awe flashed in his eyes.

he knows.

Tonight's spectacular "open-air blockbuster" was definitely the work of that five-and-a-half-year-old little devil!

This terrifying power of control—the ability to manipulate people at the deputy factory director level with ease—is terrifying.

While Director Yang was relieved that he had chosen the right side, he was also secretly alarmed.

Just as all the factory workers were cheering and celebrating the arrest of Deputy Factory Director Li.

The other end of the factory area.

Behind the No. 1 canteen, a few hundred meters away from the main playground.

The night was dark.

A round, fat man was wrapped in a dirty cotton overcoat.

He was carrying a bulging, tattered bundle and squatting furtively at the base of the low wall in the backyard of the canteen.