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

Thick clouds are piling up rapidly, and it seems a huge storm is about to hit the border.

Commander Lei straightened up.

Prepare for the coming storm.

When he turned his gaze away from the window, he faced his subordinates on either side of the long table again.

The meeting room was quiet.

now.

Only the low hum of the exhaust fan overhead echoed in the room.

This monotonous sound would normally go unnoticed by anyone.

But now, it has become the only noise here.

The key members of the operation were still processing what Chief Lei had just said.

The sheer volume of information struck their nerves like a heavy hammer.

"That ruthless warlord surnamed Li who led the breakout is one of our own."

This idea lingered in their minds.

Based on the common sense of a veteran police officer, they began to automatically fill in the gaps in their minds about the situation of their undercover colleague.

From their subjective perspective.

Infiltrating a drug trafficking gang of that level means living a life of constant danger and peril.

You have to be careful not to get poisoned while eating or drinking, and you even have to sleep with one eye open.

Saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing can lead to an abyss of no return and inhumane torture.

not to mention.

That colleague not only had to deal with the treacherous drug traffickers, but also had to withstand the overwhelming pursuit and interception by his own side last night.

How difficult and desperate it must be to survive in such a precarious situation?

The thought of his own men, who last night had been holding guns and flashlights, chasing after their comrade who had ventured deep into enemy territory like prey, made him realize how deeply he felt.

The SWAT team leader felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

If the gun had accidentally discharged, that colleague would have been injured.

He will never be able to forgive himself in his life.

This deep sense of guilt, coupled with admiration for those lone heroes who bravely went against the tide despite the pressure, was palpable.

It made everyone present feel as if a huge rock was pressing on their chest.

It was so heavy that it made it difficult to even breathe.

After a long silence.

Finally, someone couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere any longer and broke the silence.

The experienced SWAT captain swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty.

He raised his head.

He stared intently at President Lei, who was standing in front of him.

"Mr. Lei."

The captain asked in a hoarse voice, "What's this Boss Li's name?"

As soon as the question was raised, everyone in the conference room turned their attention to it.

Everyone's thoughts were surprisingly consistent.

Since the other party is one of our own.

He was that great comrade-in-arms who ventured deep into enemy territory alone for the sake of the belief that there should be no party in the world.

They desperately wanted to know the name of this lone hero.

Even if they cannot be publicly honored due to confidentiality regulations, they must remember this name in their hearts.

Commander Lei looked at the expectant faces on the table.

He took a deep breath.

My memory was instantly pulled back to a time ago.

Commander Lei clearly remembers that after he made a brief probing attempt using tactical hand signals.

The young man hiding in the shadows on the other side of the river gave a response.

Li Mo'an stood at the very front of the group of drug dealers, his expression calm.

Those hands hung casually at his sides.

His index and middle fingers tapped the fabric of his tactical pants at a professional pace.

Da da da...... Da da...... Da da

That's a secret code used by undercover agents to identify themselves.

After confirming his identity, Chief Lei gestured to ask for his code name.

What was returned from the other side was not a string of coded messages.

And that set of coded messages, once deciphered, means...

Lei Zongdang concluded his brief recollection.

Under everyone's gaze, he gave his answer, word by word.

"His name is Li Mo'an."

........................................

These three words.

It was a resounding statement.

The name "Li Mo'an" echoed throughout the empty conference room.

The anti-drug elites present all frowned.

Their brains, like a rapidly operating database, began repeatedly searching for the name in their minds.

Some people are recalling the key personnel secretly dispatched by the provincial department over the past few years.

Some people are thinking about the legendary detectives on the department's radar.

Some even traced their memories back to the descendants of those predecessors who died in the line of duty a few years ago, who are now active online.

No.

None at all.

No such person found.

Faced with such a powerful figure who possesses extraordinary abilities and can subdue all the female celebrities in Yunnan Province, they were truly formidable.

No one recognized the name.

No wonder they were completely confused.

After all, they could never have imagined it in their lifetime.

This seemingly imposing name doesn't belong to any secret police ace at all.

Instead, she belongs to an artist who films slow-paced variety shows within the entertainment industry.

Seeing the increasingly deep confusion on everyone's faces.

Lei, the team leader, did not offer much explanation.

He turned around.

His expression turned extremely cold.

"Find out who this Li Mo'an works for."

Commander Lei gave the order loudly.

His gaze swept across the long table and landed on the head of the intelligence team sitting in the corner.

His tone was more serious than ever before.

"But be careful to keep it discreet!"

Commander Lei leaned forward, one hand on the table. "Even if we can't find out his real affiliation, we can't leave the slightest trace of the search in the system."

After he finished speaking, he emphasized his words.

"We...cannot afford to lose such an elite."

These words were pronounced very heavily.

In Lei Zongdui's view, Li Mo'an was able to not only survive without any foreign aid, but also rise to his current leading position.

This is definitely one of the top undercover agents in the police system.

Once these kinds of people leave behind electronic traces due to their illegal inquiries, the drug traffickers on the other side can easily track them down.

The consequences could be disastrous.

I could feel the weight of my superior's words.

The head of the intelligence team suddenly stood up.

Stand at attention and salute.

"Understood! Leave absolutely no trace!"

After answering, the person in charge picked up the document board in front of him, turned around to accept the order, and quickly walked out of the conference room.

Watching the heavy solid wood door slowly close behind the person in charge.

Commander Lei straightened up.

He stood with his arms crossed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Which bigwig in the police system trained such an elite undercover agent?" This thought crossed his mind.

Team Leader Lei knows all too well how difficult it is to train an ordinary person into a dancer on the edge of a knife.

That composure under pressure, that precise understanding of drug traffickers' psychology.

It's definitely not something you can learn just by reading a few textbooks.

In his view.

This must be a trusted and sharp-edged agent cultivated by a highly capable senior figure in the police system, who has devoted countless hours of effort to nurturing him.

Just like how he personally trained Yu Zui, that troublemaker at the police academy, into an undercover agent.