Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Longhai International Airport. Terminal 3.

The third stall from the far end of the men's restroom.

The red plastic buckle was fastened tightly.

The space was cramped. The exhaust fan made a whirring sound, indicating it had been neglected for a long time.

Jack sat on the closed toilet seat.

Standing at 1.9 meters tall, his knees were firmly pressed against the door in front of him.

He lowered his head and placed a black backpack on his lap. He unzipped it.

Tom, who was leaning against the door, tugged at the collar of his trench coat.

He felt hot.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, he chewed gum and blew a pink bubble.

"Smack."

The bubble burst and stuck to Tom's lips.

He irritably wiped it off with the back of his hand.

"The security checks at this godforsaken place are such a hassle," Tom said in a low voice, emphasizing each word with a trilled "r." "They even scan the soles of my shoes with a metal detector. My athlete's foot is wafting all over that security guard's face."

Jack didn't respond.

He reached into the bottom of his backpack and pulled out what looked like an ordinary portable power bank.

I used my fingers to forcefully pry the power bank apart along the seam at the edge.

"Click."

The plastic casing is cracked.

There were no batteries inside. There was only a grayish-white ceramic barrel.

It feels cool to the touch.

Jack tucked the gun barrel between his knees.

Then he pulled a men's razor out of his bag.

Remove the blade. Inside is a ceramic housing.

"Will it work?" Tom leaned closer.

The strong scent of cheap perfume mixed with the cloying sweetness of chewing gum was sprayed all over Jack's face.

Jack held his breath and shoved Tom's face away.

"Shut up. Keep an eye on what's going on outside."

The sound of flushing water came from outside the bathroom, followed by the roaring noise of a dryer.

Jack's hands moved extremely quickly.

The ceramic barrel is inserted into the receiver.

Push forward. Lock down.

"Clatter."

A faint, crisp sound was perfectly masked by the noise of the exhaust fan.

A 3D-printed prototype of a Glock pistol appeared in his large palm.

It's made entirely of non-metallic materials. It won't even make a sound when going through the security gate.

Tom stared at the gun and licked his dry lips.

"Is this plastic contraption reliable? I hope it doesn't explode after firing a shot."

Jack poured out eight specially made hard plastic bullets from the base compartment of the travel shampoo bottle.

The size of a soybean.

"Within five meters, it can penetrate the steel plate of a car door."

Jack loaded the bullets into the magazine one by one.

Apply pressure with your thumb.

The joints turned bluish-white.

"Click".

Push the magazine into the grip.

Jack pulled the slide, chambering a bullet.

He tucked the gun into the holster under his armpit inside his trench coat and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Tom pulled out a phone with a privacy screen protector on the screen.

I tapped the keyboard a dozen times and logged into the dark web.

The screen was filled with rapidly scrolling green codes.

The final image is a red wanted poster.

Red background with black lettering.

At the very top is a long string of numbers.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands..." Tom swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He tapped the screen with his fingertip, focusing on that number.

"Ten million US dollars. Cash."

Tom's breathing became much heavier, and he stopped chewing his gum.

"Jack. After this job, the yachts and blondes in Hawaii will be lined up for the next century."

Jack peeked at the screen.

The center of the wanted poster features a secretly taken photograph.

The man in the photo is wearing a black suit but no tie.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He was holding a chipped silver stainless steel thermos.

He was looking down and blowing on the steam rising from the cup.

"Is this the target of that guy named Su Ye?"

Jack frowned, reached out and swiped around on the screen to zoom in on the photo.

He stared at the red, lumpy objects floating in the glass.

"What's in this cup? A new type of chemical weapon from the East?"

Tom squinted and stared for a long time.

"It seems to be the root of some kind of plant. I've heard that people in the East like to drink water infused with tree leaves."

"An old man who loves health and wellness."

Jack gave a cold laugh.

He felt like he had gotten the money for free.

Those who offer a ten million dollar bounty on the dark web are usually warlords with private armies or politicians hiding in underground fortresses.

This Su Ye is known as the "Chairman of Sihai Group".

The photo makes her look like a frail accountant.

They didn't even bring a bodyguard.

Tom flipped through the intelligence documents at the bottom, lowering his voice.

"I heard that General Chai from Southeast Asia is really furious this time."

He swiped down the screen.

"I guess the general had three cargo ships last month, loaded with 'flour' worth 80 million US dollars, which sailed through the port of Longhai City."

"As a result, it was intercepted by the ocean logistics company under the Sihai Group."

Jack pulled out a silencer and slowly screwed it onto the barrel.

"A gang shootout to steal goods? That's more like it."

"Fight my ass." Tom's lips twitched, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Sihai Group has bought the dock."

"Those porters in suits, carrying customs documents, demanded that all the goods docked be opened and inspected."

"After discovering the 'flour,' they immediately called 110 (the police emergency number). They also conveniently dialed the customs anti-smuggling bureau's hotline."

Jack's hand, which was tightening the silencer, paused.

The metal thread is stuck halfway.

He looked up at Tom.

"Call the police?"

"Yes. Call the police." Tom shoved the phone screen into Jack's face.

"The men who were supposed to meet General Guai were all arrested by the police as soon as they arrived at the dock."

"The goods were all confiscated by customs. General Cai was so angry in the Golden Triangle that he smashed three jade tea tables."

Tom slapped his thigh, trying hard to suppress his laughter.

"Business owners like those in the East who appear to be law-abiding are actually obsessed with exploiting legal loopholes."

"I guess the general cut off his source of income, which is why he gave out this bonus of ten million."

"We must buy the life of this living devil."

Jack tightened the muffler. It was perfectly sealed.

He weighed the pistol in his hand; it was very light.

"He called the police to arrest the drug lord. Did he think this was a movie?"

Jack's eyes revealed an arrogance befitting a professional assassin.

He has encountered countless gang leaders.

Only forces built through guns and bloodshed are worthy of fear.

These are "legitimate businessmen" who rely on signing contracts and calling the police to arrest people.

In the face of bullets, all that remains is a pile of minced meat.

"He couldn't even withstand a single bullet."

Jack tucked the gun back under his arm.

"Have you reviewed the security information for the Sihai Group? Are there any tough opponents?"

Tom clicked on another attachment.

"Intelligence says that the Sihai Group does not employ mercenaries, nor are they allowed to carry firearms."

"The security chief is called Lei Hu. He's bald. He used to collect protection money on the streets."

"This man's weapon is a riot control electric fork."

Tom chuckled as he finished speaking.

"An electric fork? Are they the urban management team that catches stray dogs? Protecting ten million heads with a live rod?"

Jack pulled the latch on the compartment.

I stood up and straightened my trench coat collar.

"Half an hour."

He stared at the door panel, his tone radiating absolute confidence.

"Once we get to their headquarters, you stay in the lobby downstairs and control the entrances and exits. Also, take care of the security cameras."

"I'll go directly to the CEO's office."

Jack cracked his neck, his knuckles making a series of popping sounds.

"Open the door. Draw your gun. Headshot."

Take the USB drive from his desk as a token. Go downstairs. Leave.

"The reaction speed of the Eastern police can't keep up with ours."

Tom stuffed his phone into his pocket and chewed his gum faster.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go. I'm already thinking about how to pop champagne on the yacht."

The two pushed open the door to the cubicle.

I walked to the sink.

Warm water flows from the sensor faucet.

Jack carefully washed away the fine oil residue left from assembling the weapons from his hands.

He looked up at his gloomy face in the mirror.

Above the mirror was a red sign with white lettering that read:

"A society governed by the rule of law, a safe and peaceful Longhai. Please do not bring prohibited items."

A mocking smile appeared on Jack's lips.

A society governed by the rule of law.

These four words are just a fig leaf used to protect the weak.

Today, he is going to tear a bloody hole in this fig leaf.

Tom took two tissues and dried his hands.

He casually tossed the crumpled paper into the trash can, but it landed on the floor tiles instead.

"Let's go to the ride-hailing lane."

Tom straightened his trench coat.

"Let's take a taxi to their headquarters first."

"While you're at it, let's see if this living devil's head is bulletproof."