On the same rainy night, Xu Shaowei took a Dingdang car back to a relatively comfortable community near To Kwa Wan in Hung Hom.

The young man wearing a famous watch did not live in a luxury house. He jumped over the water hole onto the brick platform and walked quickly under the eaves into the high-rise residential building. He

shook off the raindrops on his windbreaker, reached out to smooth his wet short hair, nodded to the old man on duty, and walked into the elevator.

When pressing the elevator, he always bent his fingers and hit the floor and door buttons with his knuckles.

This seemed to have become his habit, a habit of hiding his traces.

After unlocking the door and entering, he stood at the door for a while. After his eyes quickly adapted to the darkness, he quickly scanned the room to confirm that there was no one else in the house and that no one was following him.

Then he locked the door, turned on the light, and kicked off his shoes.

When he went to the closet to get a change of clothes, he saw a uniform hanging inside.

Now he no longer needs to wear a uniform. After years of hard work, he finally became a plainclothes agent, working in the best government office, with a...

He grabbed the half-eaten chocolate on the small table, peeled off the silver foil, and nibbled a piece of dark chocolate, chewing it.

The melted chocolate stuck to his teeth, and he licked it clean with his tongue.

The sweetness spread throughout his mouth, and he squinted his eyes slightly, and finally found the right words to describe Yi Jiayi:

a smart, capable, caring, warm and fair Sergeant.

Parading through the streets, being ostracized and transferred to a deserted office, living in a rotten dormitory full of mosquitoes, no meat and no future... Those days seemed to have finally become a thing of the past, and there was no need to worry about the possibility of repeating the same mistakes all day long. He

put down the chocolate, picked up his dry clothes and went to take a shower.

The hot water washed away the dust and rain, and also washed away the fatigue.

After washing, he wrapped a bath towel around him and walked out of the room barefoot.

Although this house is not a mansion, it has one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. It is clean and tidy, the layout is good, and the location is also acceptable. It is still a luxury for people living alone.

The rent of several thousand yuan was not something that a uniformed police officer like him could afford, but he has lived here for more than half a year.

He threw the clothes he changed into the dirty laundry basket, picked up the Rolex he took off, rubbed it in his hands, and threw it on the bedside table.

The watch was a real watch, extremely valuable, and it was a trophy he rewarded himself with.

He would not be as stupid as other idiots to keep the "trophy" that would put himself in danger. He was smarter and spent a lot of money to buy this Rolex, which represented the biggest victory he had ever won.

It was tied to his wrist all the time, and he could touch it when he raised his hand and feel it when he shook his wrist. The metal texture and glass dial were the touches that only the strong could experience.

After a while by the bed, he turned around, knelt on one knee, lowered his body, and looked under the bed -

a military police pistol was taped to the back of the bed board.

The Smith & Wilson M10 revolver originally had six rounds of ammunition in it, but now only two are left. Even though the gun has been polished to a shine, it still looks very old.

The serial numbers on the gun are still recognizable, but they are not consistent with the serial numbers on Xu Shaowei's gun.

This was the gun of another veteran uniformed police officer.

At least it belonged to the veteran uniformed police officer when he was alive.

Xu Shaowei's eyes dropped. The dust on the bed was evenly distributed, with no suspicious marks, indicating that no one had ever touched it.

No one broke into his home, and no one discovered the existence of this gun.

He still has it now, but when the last two bullets are used up, he will hide it perfectly and no one will ever find it again.

He got up and sat back on the bed. He took off the towel and wiped his wet hair a few times before throwing it into the dirty basket far away.

It went in perfectly.

He rolled over the bed and walked to the window. He turned off

the lights, hid his body behind the window, and glanced at the scenery of the Hong Kong River outside the window. Occasionally, he lowered his eyes and followed the figure walking like an ant downstairs.

At this moment, he enjoyed a 100% sense of security and the comfort of absolute control over himself.

People in the dark hide all the memories of the past that make him uneasy.

It was the pride of being robbed by others when he was young and vigorous, or the life and money of others after releasing anger.

It seemed to turn into smoke in the night, blown away by the sea breeze, and no one could catch it.