Ling Yichen pressed himself against the interrogation room door, his heart pounding. The hurried footsteps and shouts outside created a chaotic scene, and the deafening explosion seemed like a death knell. He didn't know if he could hold onto the last glimmer of hope for the secret of the new drama in this sudden crisis.

The echoes of the explosion still reverberated in the interrogation room, making Ling Yichen's ears ring. The piercing sound felt like countless steel needles stabbing his eardrums, causing him to feel dizzy. A pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air, mingling with the already stale odor and faint cigarette smoke in the interrogation room, making it even more nauseating. Ling Yichen's eyes were fixed on the tightly closed door. Through the small window in the door, he could only see blurry figures frantically moving about, each swaying shadow seeming to conceal unknown danger.

"What on earth happened?" Ling Yichen muttered to himself, his voice sounding particularly hollow in the small space. His palms were sweaty, and he nervously wiped them on his pants, trying to calm himself down. Suddenly, he heard heavy footsteps approaching the interrogation room, each step causing the floor to tremble slightly, and Ling Yichen's heart began to race.

The door was flung open with a bang, and a policeman rushed in, his face filled with terror and anxiety. "You have to come with me!" the policeman shouted, his voice trembling slightly.

Before Ling Yichen could react, the police dragged him out of the interrogation room. The corridor was in chaos; officers rushed about, weapons in hand, shouting. The glaring lights flickered in the confusion, illuminating the officers' tense faces and revealing beads of sweat on their foreheads.

"What exactly happened?" Ling Yichen asked again, his voice drowned out by the noisy environment.

The police didn't answer, but just dragged him and ran desperately in one direction. Ling Yichen's ears were filled with all sorts of sounds: sirens, shouts, footsteps, and the faint sounds of fighting coming from somewhere. His eyes darted quickly across the chaotic scene, seeing dust splattered on the walls, various documents and debris scattered on the ground, and an atmosphere of tension and fear permeating the air.

Suddenly, they turned a corner, and the scene before them stunned Ling Yichen. A group of men in black were engaged in a fierce gunfight with the police, bullets flying and flashes of light. The acrid smell of gunpowder grew stronger, stinging Ling Yichen's eyes, and he couldn't help but cough.

"Get cover!" a policeman shouted, pulling Ling Yichen behind a table. Ling Yichen crouched on the ground, his heart pounding. He could hear his own heartbeat clearly amidst the intense fighting, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

"Who are these people? Why are they attacking the police station?" Ling Yichen asked anxiously.

The police officer, panting heavily, said, "I don't know. They seemed to have come prepared; we were completely caught off guard."

Looking at the battle unfolding before him, Ling Yichen felt a surge of despair. He knew that in this chaotic situation, protecting himself and continuing to uncover the secrets of the new drama was virtually impossible. But he was unwilling to give up so easily; his mind raced, searching for a solution.

Suddenly, Ling Yichen noticed a man in black running towards them, holding a gun. Startled, he quickly warned the police, "Watch out, someone's coming!"

The police officer quickly stood up and aimed his gun at the man in black. Just as the man in black was about to fire, the officer pulled the trigger. With a "bang," the man in black was shot and fell to the ground, his gun falling from his hand.

Ling Yichen looked at the fallen man in black, a thought flashing through his mind. He recalled the men in black he had encountered at the abandoned dock; they all seemed to be connected to that mysterious organization. Could this man in black hold any clues about the secrets of the new drama?

Ignoring the police's attempts to stop him, Ling Yichen rushed over, picked up the gun from the ground, and began searching the man in black. In the man's pocket, he found a small chip with strange symbols engraved on it.

"What is this?" Ling Yichen asked, holding the chip in his hand.

The police officer came over, looked at the chip, and shook his head: "I don't know, but it looks very important."

Ling Yichen carefully placed the chip into his pocket. He knew this chip might be the key to unlocking the secrets of the new drama. Just then, the situation in the battle changed. The men in black increased their firepower, and the police were gradually unable to hold them off.

"We have to get out of here right now, or we'll all die!" the policeman said.

Ling Yichen nodded, and he ran with the police officer toward another exit of the police station. Along the way, they avoided areas of intense gunfire and traversed corridor after corridor. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of blood, and with every step they took, they saw wounded police officers and fallen men in black.

Finally, they arrived at the back door of the police station. Ling Yichen pushed open the door, and a breath of fresh air rushed in, making him feel relaxed. But he knew the danger was not over; that mysterious organization would certainly not let him go easily.

"What are you planning to do?" the police officer asked.

Ling Yichen took a deep breath: "I need to continue investigating the secrets of the new drama; this chip might be the key."

The police officer hesitated for a moment, then said, "I can help you; I also want to find out what these people are up to."

Ling Yichen looked at the policeman gratefully: "Thank you."

Just as the two were about to leave, a black sedan sped up from a distance and stopped in front of them. The door opened, and several men in black got out, armed with weapons, and surrounded them.

"You think you can escape?" the leader of the men in black said with a sneer, his voice full of sarcasm.

Ling Yichen and the police exchanged a glance; they knew a new battle was about to break out.