"Who... who are you people?" the old cat asked, his voice barely a whisper as he looked at the figures before him.
"Soldiers of Yan Nation!" Qin Feng replied in a cold tone.
The old cat froze for a moment upon hearing the words "Yan Nation soldiers." He then let out a bitter chuckle. "Yan... Yan Nation soldiers?"
"I never imagined... Yan Nation soldiers... have become so... formidable!"
Qin Feng pointed his gun at the old cat, believing that one must have no sympathy for an enemy.
"Any last words?" Qin Feng asked, his voice chilling.
"People like us... have no last words." The old cat coughed up a large mouthful of blood. "Give me a quick end!"
Finally, the old cat's eyes gazed at the setting sun, a fleeting moment in the sky, much like his own life.
So be it. A tragic end, the fate of a mercenary!
Qin Feng's voice was devoid of emotion as he said coldly, "If you hadn't made enemies with our Yan Nation, perhaps you wouldn't have met this end!"
With that, Qin Feng pulled the trigger.
Gradually, the gunshots became sparser, a clear signal that the drug dealers within the manor were nearly all eliminated.
Meanwhile, the portly Shang Ming was panting heavily. His two hundred-plus pounds were a significant burden, and without the support of his men, he would struggle to walk even a hundred meters.
They had finally reached the southwest corner wall of the manor. Once they scaled it, their secret escape route awaited, allowing them to flee by water.
At this point, Shang Ming immediately said to Wang Qingshan, "Dashan, you go ahead. I'll cover you from behind with my men!"
Shang Ming said this because Wang Qingshan had faced life and death with him, and their bond was extraordinary. It was less like a boss and subordinate, and more like two brothers. Even in this moment of life and death, Shang Ming's first thought was of Wang Qingshan.
Wang Qingshan shook his head. "Boss, you go first. I'll cover you!"
Shang Ming became anxious upon hearing Wang Qingshan's words. "You hurry up and go! I'm so fat, I'll just slow you down!"
"Boss, thank you for your care all these years. Now is my chance to repay you. Please, go quickly," Wang Qingshan said with firm resolve.
Hearing Wang Qingshan's words, Shang Ming's eyes welled up with tears. He then patted Wang Qingshan's shoulder forcefully. "Alright, Dashan, I'll go first. You must follow closely!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Qingshan immediately roared at his subordinates, "What are you standing around for? Hurry and help the boss over!"
Only then did the subordinates snap out of their shock at the genuine emotion displayed between Wang Qingshan and Shang Ming.
They immediately rushed to the wall. Some knelt to form a human ladder, while others pushed Shang Ming with all their might to help him scramble over the wall.
Watching their retreating backs, Wang Qingshan felt his heart waver.
Undercover agents were also human; they had feelings. In the years he had been with Shang Ming, if he hadn't constantly reminded himself that he was a police officer of Yan Nation, he would have been assimilated by Shang Ming and his men long ago.
From that time on, he had longed to conclude his mission and end this life.
Yet, as the day of reckoning finally arrived, he found himself hesitant to act.
Just as Shang Ming was struggling to climb over, Wang Qingshan finally came to his senses.
He was a glorious police officer of Yan Nation, bearing an immensely important mission. He had gone undercover for over a decade, all for this very moment.
If he showed mercy now and let Shang Ming escape, countless more people would be devastated by drugs, more intelligence officers like himself would be unable to return home, and some might even die at the hands of drug lords.
With a grim determination, Wang Qingshan gritted his teeth and raised his gun, aiming it at the subordinates who were helping Shang Ming over the wall. He pulled the trigger.
Bang, bang, bang...
Caught completely off guard, the subordinates were shot through their bodies.
The men who had been supporting Shang Ming and forming the human ladder fell dead.
Without their assistance, Shang Ming could no longer climb. With a thud, he fell heavily to the ground.
However, Shang Ming ignored the pain that coursed through his body. His eyes were fixed on Wang Qingshan, his voice filled with disbelief. "I never thought it would be you!"
"That's right, it's me!" Wang Qingshan nodded coldly, admitting it without hesitation.
Upon hearing this, Shang Ming's gaze grew icy. "No wonder we were pursued by the police so many times. We were so well-hidden. I never imagined you were a rat!"
"You damned scoundrel, who are you not being true to by doing this?" Shang Ming's fat jowls trembled with anger. "For years, I treated you like my own brother. This time, I was even planning to retire and have you take over as the boss of the syndicate!"
"I treated you with such sincerity, and you betrayed me. Do you have a conscience?"
Wang Qingshan bit his lip, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I'm sorry. I am a police officer. My duty is to round up all criminals. You are a drug dealer, and I am a police officer. I have to arrest you, it's only right!"
Shang Ming glared at Wang Qingshan. "Given how sincerely I've treated you over the years, can you let me go? We can call it even. How about it?"
Hearing Shang Ming's words, Wang Qingshan shook his head firmly. "I'm sorry, I cannot do that. If I could let you go, I wouldn't have fired my gun just now. You are a drug dealer, and I am a police officer. Letting you go would be a betrayal of my responsibilities, and an insult to the citizens and comrades who have died because of drugs!"
Shang Ming let out a cold laugh. "You speak so well, but it's all hypocrisy. You've sold out your brother, and you're destined for a terrible end!"
Wang Qingshan's heart was filled with immense sorrow. After all, he knew best how Shang Ming had treated him over the years. A heart of flesh and blood could not help but be affected. Betraying Shang Ming was also painful for Wang Qingshan.
But these pains were not justifications. Wang Qingshan still had a sense of right and wrong.
Although Shang Ming treated him like a brother and intended to elevate him to a higher position, Wang Qingshan was, above all, a police officer, and Shang Ming was a drug lord responsible for the deaths of countless individuals, directly or indirectly.
As a police officer, Wang Qingshan had to be true to the uniform he wore.
"I'm sorry, Boss!" This was the last time Wang Qingshan addressed Shang Ming as such.
With that, Wang Qingshan walked coldly towards Shang Ming.
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