He had already achieved great success and retired gracefully. This was Hong Kong, which he had been managing for the Queen. He only wanted to earn a little more money before the handover, but how did it turn out like this?

He, the dignified robin, a famous agent whose name is etched in the history of the Military Intelligence Bureau, died just like that?

Sir James was not convinced, and was both angry and in pain.

Because ten years ago, after the mainland's reform and opening up, he gradually felt that Hong Kong was no longer under the control of these white police officers. He had been vigilant about this matter and had been doing his best to carry out ideological work, hoping that after a brief return to the mainland, it could return to British rule in the future.

He has always done an excellent job, and he has brainwashed a large number of Hong Kong elites.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, he should have been able to see Hong Kong return to British rule before he died.

But he died just like that; this robin's life came to an end tonight, without any warning.

He will never again be able to announce the dawn to his queen, nor will he ever again be able to glimpse his homeland.

His thumb was still on his finger, just a hair's breadth away from dialing Colonel Rango's number, but he couldn't anymore. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't press the button. And the foolish, lust-blinded Colonel Rango, a stupid pig who had never experienced real war and lived in prosperity and stability, was a new generation, a gravedigger of the British Empire, a generation that would destroy the British Empire, a stupid dog.

In his final moments, Sir James realized that he wasn't defeated by Easterners, but rather killed by the stupidity of his own colleagues.

Of course, in his own eyes, his death was of paramount importance. His death was a loss to the once most prosperous and magnificent empire in the world. The Military Intelligence Bureau would weep for him, the Queen would sigh for him, and posthumously award him a knighthood.

He didn't die, but his life came to an end, a regretful end.

He was a hero of the British Empire, and the Queen's most loyal and best knight.

He deserves a lament, and should be guided to heaven by angels.

But that was just his delusion before his death. In reality, he died. Because it was a back street, there was no car accident. He died cleanly. At that moment, Chen Ke had just arrived, and Huo Qi was also catching up with him.

The three middle-aged men, all wearing hoods and exuding an air of cunning, exchanged a glance. Huo Qi looked somewhat disappointed: "Just one shot?"

Yue Zhongqi said, "That's your head! Your head can only withstand one bullet."

Huo Qi didn't think he was being stubborn; rather, this was his territory, his home turf. He instinctively felt that he should be the one to take down Sir James, but two outsiders from the mainland beat him to it, which made him feel very disappointed.

He should have been the one to fire that shot.

But of course, now is not the time for regret or despair.

Because the Nie brothers have found a new police officer and issued orders, they have to rush to the next car accident.

Meanwhile, although Bob repeatedly insisted that the intelligence station only had guns and no landmines, grenades, time bombs or the like,

But within three minutes, Chen Rou had set up all the explosives she had brought. She and A Kang were about to leave after she lit the fuse and detonated them.

But just then, Ah Kang, who was used to being a thief, searched around again and then discovered a big surprise.

He found seven time bombs hidden in the compartment.

Moreover, it's a new type of bomb that, once the time is set, eliminates the need to risk lighting the fuse.

Even without being deliberately planted, if seven bombs exploded simultaneously, this building would be blown to smithereens.

Ah Kang, holding a satchel charge, looked at Bob with a sneer: "You cunning white pig, you're fucking asking for it."

In fact, Chen Rou had already made up her mind. She was determined to kill Bob, and he only had one fate today: death.

But it was also today that she clashed with British agents for the first time and discovered their strengths.

These British agents do have their merits. Although they are good at surrendering and expressing sincerity, if you believe they are truly sincere, you will only end up being played and manipulated by them.

Just like Bob, when he looked at Chen Rou with his deep blue eyes, filled with melancholy and affection, blinking like a puppy and constantly pleading for mercy, she thought he had already given up, and that he was sincere, had already surrendered, and was only asking for a way to survive.

But now the facts are right in front of us: he's hiding a deadly weapon here, yet he's pretending to be dead, not uttering a sound.

If Chen Rou were to show mercy and let him go, his deep blue eyes would still be affectionate, and his expression would still be sincere. But if he were to accuse her or assassinate her, he would do so without hesitation or mercy.

Chen Rou gestured for A Kang to stand further away, just in case. If Bob survived the explosion, he himself would become a time bomb. So she took two steps back and drew the long knife she was carrying on her back.

Since he was going to die sooner or later anyway, she might as well send him on his way first, so she could feel at ease.