Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

The narrow alley in the urban village was quiet.

The sunlight was blocked by the towering self-built houses.

Time passed slowly in the alley.

after awhile.

The one lying on the very edge is the big boss, Zhao Zhihai.

His body finally reacted.

His rough fingers rubbed very lightly on the dusty ground.

Followed by.

He let out a painful groan.

His voice was extremely weak.

He slowly woke up.

I feel like the back of my head is about to split open and it hurts so much.

The intense pain directly impacted his nervous system.

He even felt as if his skull had been smashed.

He tried to gasp for breath.

But a dull ache also started in my chest.

That was a lingering effect of being kicked hard by Li Mo'an in front of the Construction Bank.

Zhao Zhihai tried hard to open his eyes.

His eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

My vision is still a bit blurry.

Everything in front of me was shrouded in a hazy, double shadow.

He bit his tongue hard.

He forced himself to wake up, drawn by the real stinging sensation.

He gripped the ground tightly with both hands and struggled to lift his head.

I suddenly felt my neck stiffen.

He slowly turned his heavy head and looked at the group of people surrounding them.

Zhao Zhihai understood the current situation.

He found himself and his men all knocked down.

Moreover, both of his hands were handcuffed behind his back.

He immediately became alert and began to carefully examine the people standing in front of him.

Zhao Zhihai looked at the group of guys in front of him.

He tried to focus his gaze and realized that all of these people were dressed in ordinary civilian clothes.

Some people are wearing simple T-shirts.

Someone was wearing a faded shirt.

He continued looking down and discovered that these people didn't have guns either.

There was no outline of a gun at his waist.

There wasn't even a stun gun in sight.

This puzzled him greatly.

Logically speaking, someone who could take down Zhao Zhihai and his entire gang must have some serious skills, right?

But no.

He only saw a few red bricks scattered on the ground.

The edges of those bricks still had bits of brick fragments attached to them.

One of them even had his own blood on it.

Clearly, that was the weapon that had just knocked him and his men unconscious.

Zhao Zhihai's mind was still reeling.

He began to quickly calculate in his mind.

He knows the police procedures all too well.

When the police arrest someone, they will definitely shout to identify themselves.

Then he pointed a gun at their heads.

Who comes up to you without saying a word and then starts hitting you with a brick from behind?

This is completely unpredictable!

This is the behavior of a street thug.

He came up with a very reasonable logic of his own.

"These people are definitely not police officers," the thought crossed his mind.

To know.

It was mainly Li Mo'an and Lao Zhang, who were all dressed in plain clothes.

And the way they just subdued the enemy.

They were all knocked down by bricks, the most common method in street fights.

How do you see this?

But none of these seem like the methods used by regular police.

and so.

He was absolutely certain that the other party was definitely a member of the underworld.

Since we've determined that the other person isn't a police officer.

Zhao Zhihai's fear actually lessened considerably.

Anything related to the underworld.

That makes things easier.

It's nothing more than a matter of distributing profits or seizing territory.

He endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and used his arms to support himself on the ground to sit up halfway. He raised his fleshy face and looked at Li Mo'an and Lao Zou standing in front of him, speaking in a very江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) tone.

I tentatively asked:

"Gentlemen."

"They really went all out."

"I wonder which road it's from?"

His tone carried a hint of resentment.

The alleyway was quiet.

The only sound was the faint rustling of the wind through the pile of debris.

Li Mo'an stood still, looking calmly at Zhao Zhihai.

He didn't say a word.

Old Zou also remained silent, actually waiting for the other party to reveal more flaws.

Seeing that the other person doesn't speak.

Zhao Zhihai became even more certain of his guess.

He thought he had been double-crossed by a competitor.

Or it could be a new force from out of town trying to seize territory.

After all, in their line of work, it's common for people to resort to underhanded tactics to compete for supplies and market share.

Zhao Zhihai moved his chin.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

They decided to throw out a major bargaining chip.

He continued to probe using slang:

"What's wrong?"

"You lot."

"Are you here for the fan club convention too?"

As soon as those words were spoken...

The air seemed to have undergone an extremely subtle change.

Hearing this inexplicable slang.

Li Mo'an turned his head calmly.

He looked at Old Zou standing beside him.

Old Zou happened to turn his head and look over.

The two looked at each other.

They exchanged a silent glance.

Old Zou, a seasoned veteran policeman, knew all too well what those four words meant.

The fan club leader's gathering.

This is extremely secretive slang within the drug trafficking circle.

This represents a very high-level gathering for the allocation of goods.

A glint of light flashed in Lao Zou's eyes, and his heart began to race.

He realized it.

According to Zhao Zhihai.

There seems to be even bigger information hidden!

This was not just a simple arrest.

This involves a huge criminal network.

And on the other side...

The scene changes again.

At this time, Chen Gang was the captain of the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Anti-Drug Brigade.

He was leading the police officers searching for undercover agents through the urban villages.

The terrain in this area is extremely complex.

Everywhere there are shantytowns with illegal and haphazard construction.

There were tangled wires hanging overhead.

A pungent stench filled the air.

Chen Gang was dressed in plain clothes.

His clothes were already completely soaked with sweat.

The clothes clung tightly to his back.

His eyes were bloodshot.

I strode into a narrow alley.

We walked up to a dilapidated iron gate.

Push the door open forcefully.

Inside was an abandoned warehouse.

The ground was littered with garbage.

There was no trace of anyone.

He sighed.

I withdrew.

He waved to the team members behind him.

This indicates that the investigation will continue to the next company.

Time passed by, second by second.

It had been a long time since the undercover agent sent out the distress signal.

Chen Gang's mood grew increasingly heavy.

He knew all too well the ruthless methods of Zhao Zhihai's drug trafficking gang.

Those people are simply inhuman beasts.

Once the undercover agent's identity is discovered.

They will absolutely use the most extreme methods to torture you.

The undercover agent is probably in grave danger.

Perhaps that young man is already a lifeless corpse.

It was carelessly abandoned in some unknown, stinking ditch.

Thinking about this.

Chen Gang felt extremely heartbroken.

I felt my steps become heavy.

The officers following behind him also had their heads down, their morale low.

No one wanted to imagine the worst possible outcome.

Just when he was in despair.

Chen Gang's cell phone suddenly rang.

The sound of the bell was particularly jarring in the alley.

He suddenly stopped, took out his phone, and glanced at the caller ID.

He quickly pressed the answer button.

Put the phone to your ear.

"Feed." Chen Gang's voice was extremely hoarse.

An extremely excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

The officer quickly reported the latest situation to him.

Upon hearing the news from the other end of the phone, Chen Gang's bloodshot eyes widened instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply.

"What?"

"At the city's central hospital?"