American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Night.

Inside a dilapidated building at the corner of Nathan Road, Lau Kin-ming led the Criminal Intelligence Bureau team towards the command center.

Before arriving, the chief had emphasized that they must cooperate well this time, because their partner was the Serious Crimes Unit, specifically Superintendent Wong of Group A. Those within the department knew Superintendent Wong of the Serious Crimes Unit was a formidable figure.

This mission must be important; once completed, the Criminal Intelligence Bureau would surely receive credit.

That's what the chief said, and that's what everyone else believed.

Lau Kin-ming felt the same way.

However, seeing the wall covered with a dense array of clues, Lau Kin-ming's heart sank.

It was Han Chen!

"Today's target is a drug trafficking syndicate. Intelligence indicates that they will be trading with sellers from Thailand in an hour. The location for exchanging money is in a unit on the third floor of the opposite building, but the location for delivering the goods is still unknown. Colleagues from the Criminal Intelligence Bureau are responsible for tracking the target, monitoring, and managing communications. Colleagues from the Serious Crimes Unit will move in to make arrests after I receive the specific location from the undercover agent."

The drug trafficking syndicate mentioned by Wong Chi-shing was precisely Lau Kin-ming's boss.

He was clearly taking precautions, providing extremely vague information, only detailing a few key points, and omitting everything else.

But Lau Kin-ming knew that if Wong Chi-shing caught Han Chen red-handed this time, Han Chen would be finished.

"This is our protagonist, Han Chen, along with Chan Wing-yan and Dill. We have been monitoring them for a long time, and hopefully, we can catch him this time. Did everyone understand? Then let's move out!"

Wong Chi-shing clapped his hands, and everyone began to prepare. Lau Kin-ming touched his eyes somewhat unnaturally; deep down, he was hesitant.

But he knew clearly that he had to play the mole today.

Lau Kin-ming walked onto the balcony and directly made a phone call, preparing to tip off Han Chen, but unexpectedly, Wong Chi-shing followed him from behind.

"Sorry for contacting you so late, but you know that such operations require secrecy, so…"

Lau Kin-ming held the phone, pretending to be relaxed, with his hands on his hips, casually swaying a few times, responding, "It's okay, it's work…"

The call connected, and Lau Kin-ming made a pause gesture.

"Hey, Dad! I won't be home for dinner!"

The meaning was clear: the police were starting an operation tonight, and it was related to you, so stop the transaction immediately.

Han Chen certainly understood, but he had his own ideas.

So much resource was invested, so many nails were hammered, just to play a role at a critical moment?

It's time for you to play your role!

"If the food is cooked, you still have to eat it. Call me after you get off work, and I'll heat it up for you!"

Han Chen responded casually, without any intention of stopping.

Under Wong Chi-shing's gaze, Lau Kin-ming hung up the phone with a smile.

But he was very unhappy inside.

Because the boss's decision had once again placed him on the fire.

Returning to the command center, after confirming the communication code, Lau Kin-ming returned to his computer. With sharp eyes, he noticed that Wong Chi-shing had an earpiece in his ear, undoubtedly a device for receiving transmissions from the undercover agent.

While Wong Chi-shing wasn't paying attention, Lau Kin-ming sent the communication frequency code to Han Chen.

His movements were careful, but he still almost attracted Wong Chi-shing's attention. Fortunately, Lam Kwok-tung suddenly reminded him that the target was changing locations, which drew Wong Chi-shing's attention to the monitor screen.

Seeing Han Chen get out of the car in the monitor, leading several capable subordinates, walking along the narrow alley, and entering the dilapidated building, Wong Chi-shing's brow furrowed.

The scene appearing on the monitor puzzled him somewhat.

On the surface, there was nothing wrong, but Wong Chi-shing always had a strange feeling, as if Chan Wing-yan's expression was too relaxed.

Like he suddenly had confidence, no longer as cautious as before, and even had a hint of fighting spirit between his brows.

What gave him the confidence? What gave him support?

The last time they met, he didn't feel anything was wrong, how could he suddenly become like this today.

What happened in between?

— — — —

Han Chen passed through the complex back alleys and led his men into a hidden billiard hall.

A fat man in a blue shirt was already waiting there, and when he saw Han Chen, he quickly nodded and called him Brother Chen.

Han Chen was very relaxed, directing his men to work separately.

The Thai guys arrived quickly, and Han Chen exchanged jokes with them while delivering the goods.

Chan Wing-yan was responsible for testing the goods, constantly trying to transmit information, while Han Chen was constantly receiving information from Lau Kin-ming.

Beneath the calm surface, the police and gangsters were playing a cat-and-mouse game without making a sound.

Using a fighter jet to double-cross, he could be considered the first person in history.

The two sides fought several rounds, Wong Chi-shing was cautious, calm, and more skilled.

Han Chen's men were panicking, and just as they were about to throw the goods into the sea, a figure suddenly appeared beside them, knocking both of them unconscious with a few moves.

Qi Shan looked at the laundry detergent in his hand, glanced at the police cars rushing from afar, smiled slightly, and disappeared.

Half an hour later.

West Kowloon Police Headquarters, the floor where the Serious Crimes Unit was located, the office was quiet, with few people to be seen.

Almost everyone was gathered in the conference hall.

Leaning against the wall, a short, stocky man with graying hair was eating a late-night snack, with a whole row of gangsters standing behind him.

Wong Chi-shing walked in with his men, greeting familiarly, "Brother Chen, good appetite!"

Han Chen didn't even raise his head, continuing to eat heartily.

"Brother Chen, we have already investigated and found out that your two men were indeed enjoying the breeze on the beach, they don't know anything!"

"Then can they be released?" Han Chen asked.

Wong Chi-shing sat down: "They can be released at any time, lest we trouble Brother Chen again, you're so busy!"

Han Chen sneered: "We're all so familiar, don't talk so much nonsense! Do whatever you want to do, it's been a long time since I've eaten here!"

"If you like, you can come anytime! How about tomorrow, I'll treat you to a feast!"

Han Chen mocked: "Forget it, still treating me to a feast, a few boxed lunches don't even have enough dishes, not even fruit! You guys only earn a few cents a month, wasting your salary, I'd be very embarrassed!"

"It should be me who's embarrassed, tonight's operation cost our dear Brother Chen a few thousand dollars."

Wong Chi-shing's expression was calm, but Han Chen's face darkened immediately.