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

A faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the horizon.

The morning mist drifted through the branches and leaves.

Li Mo'an did not linger.

Not long after.

The group of drug traffickers from Yunnan Province behind Li Mo'an seemed to have had their last bit of strength completely drained from their bodies.

They staggered to catch up and crossed the boundary completely.

Old Gun turned his head, glanced in the direction he had come from, and exhaled a heavy breath.

"I survived!" That thought crossed his mind.

The other drug dealers were also pounding with fear, the feeling of relief at surviving a disaster making them weak all over.

As they looked at the young man's retreating figure ahead, their awe intensified.

Then.

The group was about to disappear completely into the dense vegetation of Myanmar.

On the other side of that invisible line.

The elite anti-drug officers involved in the operation were forced to halt their advance.

The tactical boots of the SWAT team members etched deep furrows into the muddy ground, furrows that seemed like insurmountable barriers.

They cannot take even one more step forward.

Once this line is crossed, the East Korean police must absolutely not pursue the suspects into Myanmar.

Heavy breathing echoed through the forest, mingling with the sour smell of sweat.

Everyone looked grim.

They had been engaged in a high-intensity pursuit all night, with countless encirclements and blockades.

With its prey just a few dozen meters away, it could only watch helplessly as the prey swaggered away.

This feeling is so frustrating.

Several young SWAT team members clenched their fists in frustration, their nails digging deep into their flesh, their teeth grinding together.

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Commander Lei stood at the very front of the line.

He stared blankly in that direction, remaining silent for a long time.

The morning breeze brushed against his stubble-covered face, making him look incredibly tired.

The trusted confidant standing to the side felt a pang of pity seeing his superior in this state.

The confidant wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his mind in turmoil.

He knew better than anyone how much Chief Lei had sacrificed for this operation.

The initial intelligence gathering, countless all-night meetings, and bloodshot eyes from staring at the sand table in the command center.

Lei was under immense pressure from the provincial government's top officials.

The province's most elite police force was mobilized, and an inescapable net was laid.

result.

Now all they can do is watch helplessly as the other side runs away.

"This is a huge blow," the confidant thought to himself.

He felt that Lei's mood must be very complicated right now, and he might even be on the verge of a breakdown.

Those were dozens of ruthless drug lords, and they just slipped away right under our noses.

The confidant opened his mouth.

He wanted to go over and offer a few words of comfort.

After all, victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. As long as the person is still alive, there will always be a chance to capture them again.

However, at this time...

Mr. Lei slowly withdrew his gaze.

He turned his head and looked at his trusted confidant, whose face was full of worry.

Then, Lei suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question: "Just how far can an undercover agent go?"

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Upon hearing this, the confidant was completely dumbfounded.

He was a little confused.

I have absolutely no idea why Commander Lei would ask this question at such a heavy moment when the mission is on the verge of failure.

This topic has jumped around way too far.

He stood there, stunned, his mind racing, trying to keep up with his superior's train of thought.

"Is Mr. Lei so traumatized that he's starting to suspect we have a mole within our ranks tipping off the other side?"

The confidant thought along these lines.

He carefully considered his words and replied earnestly, "The best undercover agent should be able to make even criminals think he is a criminal."

He paused, then added, "To have no doubts about him whatsoever, to even treat him as a confidant, and to have access to core secrets—that must be the highest level of understanding."

He felt his answer was very rigorous.

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Listen to the confidant's answer.

Mr. Lei nodded, then shook his head.

He didn't speak.

The confidant was somewhat confused, unsure of what he had said wrong.

Actually, Lei Jun had previously felt that achieving this level was already quite good.

An undercover agent who can survive in the enemy camp and send back intelligence is already a hero.

But now.

He gazed leisurely in the direction where Li Mo'an and the others had disappeared.

Only he himself knew that his confidant's answer was still too conservative.

During this all-night chase, many things actually happened that outsiders could not even imagine.

He nearly caught Li Mo'an and his gang several times.

On several occasions, the situation was extremely dangerous.

Just like that time before dawn, the two sides were separated by a fast-flowing river, looking at each other from afar.

He was so close that he could even see the calm expression on the young man's face on the other side.

however.

In fact, during their initial meeting across distance, the young man who was leading the group was not idle.

Instead, we communicated with him using coded language.

That's a code word used by undercover agents!

His heart skipped a beat.

It was at that moment that he deciphered the meaning of the code and learned of Li Mo'an's undercover identity.

It was only then that he realized who the so-called "Boss Li" was, who had led a group of drug traffickers from Yunnan Province to break through numerous blockades.

It turned out to be an undercover agent on our side!

After confirming this identity, and roughly understanding what the undercover agent on their side wanted to do.

Lei Jun gritted his teeth and secretly made a big move.

He secretly adjusted the SWAT team's encirclement route, deliberately leaving a loophole.

Then, with his elite troops, he cooperated with the undercover agents on the other side to stage several realistic chase scenes.

Gunfire, encirclement, and driving away.

Every step was done flawlessly.

The purpose was to make those drug dealers, who were like frightened birds, completely believe in this "Boss Li".

The results were surprisingly good.

Those drug dealers' worship of Boss Li has probably reached a point of blind devotion.

but.

Thinking of Li Mo'an, an undercover agent, Lei Zong felt speechless.

To know.

This kid didn't inform them at all beforehand, yet he dared to lead a large group of drug traffickers and bypass their blockade, escaping across the border.

even.

If he hadn't applied to the Myanmar authorities again and led his men in pursuit, it would have been a different story.

To this day, he still doesn't know that Boss Li, who has been playing the police for fools, is actually their undercover agent.

And thinking about these things.

Lei's lips twitched violently involuntarily.

Then another thought popped into my head.

"Wait, whose subordinate is this kid?"