Huo Qi was about 200 meters away from here. Although he had removed the license plate, there were still tire marks. If he were to investigate this case, he would definitely be able to find his own involvement, so he could not go any further.

He didn't even get out of the car; he waited anxiously inside.

With his binoculars, he could see a black and white police car in front of him, and it remained motionless for a long time.

Time was ticking away, and he was getting increasingly anxious.

Even though it's a small path and no one should be going up the mountain late at night, his most basic concern is that if someone happens to pass by and sees it, things will become much more complicated.

The surroundings were so quiet that you could hear the ticking of your watch fingers. Second after second, there was still no signal from the other side.

What exactly happened? Could it be an accident? And what kind of accident could it be?

Actually, he was anxious, but Yue Zhongqi was even more anxious.

Between them, about 500 meters apart, Huo Qi stared at one side and he stared at the other. Of course, he was also afraid that someone or a car might suddenly come down from the mountain. If that happened, he and Huo Qi would have to run away as fast as they could.

As for Maozi, he didn't need to run away, because once the investigation found him, Nie Zhao would use money to shut him up and make him obediently go to jail. But Maozi was too slow; he stayed in front of the police car for a long time, doing who knows what.

Even though Yue Zhongqi had never done anything illegal, he lacked the ability to withstand pressure.

And what he feared most came true; he looked through his binoculars and could see lights on the mountain—it was definitely a car.

A car came down from the mountain, and he notified Maozi: "Dude, someone's here, they'll be here in about 5 minutes."

The Russian guy saw it too, but said, "No rush."

Yue Zhongqi saw the lights change direction and asked again, "How much longer?"

Someone is coming, and if it takes a long time, Yue Zhongqi will have to think about how to stall for time.

For example, if you pick up two beer bottles and smash them halfway up the mountain, they will cause the tires of vehicles coming down the mountain to burst, which will delay the other party. However, the Russian has a problem: although he is meticulous, he is also slow.

He said, "It will be ready soon."

The road up the mountain was zigzagging, and the lights kept shifting left and right. Yue Zhongqi's heart was pounding, but Maozi was nowhere to be seen. With a determined look, he said to Huo Qi, "Huo sir, you should leave first."

Huo Qi naturally asked, "Is it all settled?"

Yue Zhongqi said, "It seems that Boss Nie will have to spend some money."

He knew that even if the Russian was wearing gloves and a towel, he might still get scratched, which would require cleaning between the other's fingers. And cleaning between the fingers was no easy task; it required a very meticulous approach.

Even if it's meticulous, Maozi should have finished by now, but he still hasn't returned. Yue Zhongqi can only assume that he'll work for Boss Nie, but he's too lazy to make slow money and is looking for a quick buck.

The crucial evidence—the medicine—is currently in Yue Zhongqi's hands; he'll soon soak it in a vat of sulfuric acid to corrode it.

Hong Kong law states that hanging is not a sentence unless the murder weapon is found. So, the Russian guy would only have to go to jail, but that would come at a different price, depending on how big his appetite is.

After all, the impact of this whole affair is far-reaching, directly related to the stability of the decades following the handover.

Yue Zhongqi, who always has a way of dealing with everything, is now facing a problem.

He didn't want anything to go wrong today, so going out now, killing the Russian guy and destroying everything would be a good idea to eliminate all the hidden dangers. But if he did that, he would inevitably be seen by the people coming down the mountain. Should he kill the ordinary people in the car as well?

Of course not, because in many serial murder cases, the killer initially only intends to kill one person.

If he were to do that, he would be going against the original intention of this matter.

Another option is that Song Yuanchao is still nearby, and he still has a way to push the whole thing onto the Russians and clear everyone else out. Of course, that would require getting rid of the Russians. Is that necessary?

He raised his hand, ready to dial Song Yuanchao's number, but then he heard footsteps. As Maozi jumped onto the boat, he immediately started the boat and headed in the opposite direction. There was an abandoned boat settlement there that could provide cover and help him hide.

But what exactly happened to Maozi? Why did it take him so long to come back?

He was at sea, below the roadbed, while cars coming downhill were above him, meeting and passing each other.

Of course, Yue Zhongqi was wearing a hat, as was Mao Zige, and this wasn't a speedboat, it was a boat with a cabin.

But after entering the boat dwelling area, Yue Zhongqi disengaged the safety on his gun and placed it in front.

He needed to know what the Russian was really thinking. After all, they were not of his kind, and no one knew what he was thinking.

While the boat was still moving, Yue Zhongqi saw Mao Zige behind him and asked with a smile, "What are you doing, dawdling for so long?"

The Russian man flipped his hand over, revealing a thin, glass vial that looked like an injection solution. However, unlike others, it was clearly made of metals like tin, silver, or mercury. Of course, it was definitely not an ordinary injection.

Mao Zige laughed and said, "It's liquid waste containing radioactive nuclides, and it must be at an extremely high concentration. I can't think of anything else that would be packaged like this."

Yue Zhongqi understood: "Does Inspector Lin carry it with him?"

It's sealed, so it's fine as long as no one is handling it. But if it leaks, then it'll be a real problem.

When Yue Zhongqi was in the capital, he encountered a case where someone made a necklace from metallic radioactive nuclide waste and gave it to someone. The person who wore the necklace not only suffered from complete rotting, but everyone who came into contact with the necklace also had their limbs amputated.

Mao Zige smiled and said, "I opened one."

Yue Zhongqi was steering the boat, holding a gun in one hand, the safety of which was even off.

His smile was a little unnatural, but he said, "So Lin Sir will die from the radioactive material he was carrying."

Mao Zige had no idea that Yue Zhongqi had already arranged his death just moments before.

He said with a touch of melancholy, "I'd like to give this to the person who disbanded my country."

What he couldn't get over was that while he was fighting bravely on the front lines, his country was disbanded and torn apart by a bunch of idiots. But now, everyone was brothers. Yue Zhongqi comforted Maozi, "But you still have me."

He quietly slipped the gun into his pocket, patted the Russian guy, and started talking about a quote from the 1960s: "We will always be class brothers, and you will always be our elder brothers."

This is not a lie. For Yue Zhongqi and his colleagues, the former Soviet Communist Party was an eternal ideal.

...

If Colonel Rango hadn't spent his life in the military and experienced more of the life of an ordinary person, he would have understood one thing: couples quarrel in bed and make up in bed, and when they reconcile, the person who tries to mediate has only one identity: a clown.

So today, he successfully played the role of a clown between the richest couple.