r18novel Chapter 1: It's been too long since we last met, and I'm a bit rusty with the business.
Chapter 1: It's been too long since we last met, and I'm a bit rusty with the business.
March, 1983.
"Others risk their lives to become undercover agents, but I risk ruining my boss's life as an undercover agent."
"I wonder which bastard will be taking over this time. I hope you're lucky."
"Well, if it lasts longer than three months, I'll offer incense more often during festivals to celebrate it for you. That way, your life won't have been in vain..."
Chen Fan, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and playing with a lighter, slowly walked towards the rooftop.
Today is a good day for him to meet his fourth boss.
Having transmigrated to this world for a year, I've also spent a full year as an undercover agent, transmitting two intelligence reports and seeing off three superiors.
That's right, Chen Fan is a time traveler.
A hapless guy randomly sent away by the Truck Emperor now finds himself in a world that is a hodgepodge of Hong Kong films and variety shows.
As a time traveler, he must have a cheat code; his cheat code is called "God of Wealth's Blessing."
The name sounds impressive, but it's actually a pay-to-win gacha system. There's no newbie pack, no entry requirements, and you can draw for as little as one cent. You can even draw inanimate items that provide gold, gems, or other valuable items. The only downside is that the prizes are completely random with no guaranteed rewards...
Chen Fan actually thought that renaming this cheat system "No Coins Left" would be more appropriate.
Besides being a time traveler, he is also a double agent, working as both a police officer and a gangster, commonly known as an undercover agent or a traitor.
In the words of an Edinburgh school history teacher, this is called spying on others' private affairs, and if caught, you'll be punished with castration—cut off your penis!
During his year undercover work, Chen Fan actually did no more than a week of actual work.
The reason given was that all three superiors were hauling firewood down to sell salted duck eggs.
The first boss let him out, and the very next day he failed to chase the bandits across the overpass, crashing his car into the underworld, giving the King of Hell a "buy one get one free" deal.
The second boss was a bit better. He had been in contact with Chen Fan for three days. Because of a lead Chen Fan provided about an arms deal, the boss suffered from acute embedded copper poisoning and died, even losing several kilograms in weight.
The third boss had only been online for three hours when, because of a comment he made about Gandhi wanting to buy goods, he suddenly decided to close his account on the spot, mimicking a flying trapeze artist.
It's a pity that Huang Zhicheng wasn't one of the three bosses Chen Fan had, otherwise he would have liked to set off firecrackers to celebrate.
"Let me see who the lucky one is!"
Chen Fan pushed open the iron gate to the rooftop and peered out.
At a glance, he saw a fat guy wearing a gray trench coat, a black hat, and sunglasses shivering in the cold wind.
"Wow, a golden legend!"
Chen Fan never expected that this time his bad luck... ugh, his new boss would actually be the most reputable boss in the undercover world—Huang Bingyao, known for his deadly scissor kicks.
"Golden old flavor!"
"You idiot, don't you wear a watch?"
"Do you know that I was on the rooftop blowing the cold wind for half an hour?"
"I really don't know if your former boss was out of his mind. A sauna, a movie theater, a teahouse, or even fishing at the beach are all safer than meeting on the rooftop!"
Despite shivering from the cold, Huang Bingyao's verbal attacks were not weakened; in fact, his fighting power became even stronger.
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Chen Fan shrugged. "Officer, all three of them are ashes. How would I know if they'd lost their minds?"
"Zhongbo's mouth? I'll say they're brain-dead, and they really are."
"What the hell? My boss is shivering from the cold, and you don't even take off your coat to warm me up!"
"Don't you have any sense of propriety? Do you still want to get stabbed?"
As Huang Bingyao spoke, he reached out and grabbed Chen Fan's clothes.
In early March, the weather on Hong Kong Island was still okay, but it was a different story on the rooftop. A cold wind was blowing, and it was extremely chilly.
"Shh~" Huang Bingyao touched Chen Fan's firm arm muscles and couldn't help but whistle, praising, "You're quite strong, you rascal."
"Officer Wong, I admit I'm a tiny bit more handsome than you, but you don't have to treat me like this, do you?"
If Chen Fan hadn't known Huang Bingyao's character, he would have loved to slap him so hard he'd fly down the stairs.
"I couldn't help myself, I'm so sorry."
Huang Bingyao's expression turned serious. He said, "PC9267, do you still remember your mission?"
"I vaguely remember..." Chen Fan's eyes darted around, and he asked uncertainly, "Punishing evil and upholding justice?"
"What kind of 'punishing the wicked and upholding justice' is this?" Wong Bing-yiu was starting to regret taking on Chen Fan, this disconnected undercover agent. "You idiot, you've even forgotten the spirit of the police force?"
"Remember that our spirit is [loyalty, courage, and dedication to society]."
"Oh, it's been a while since I've met with anyone, so my skills are a bit rusty. Please forgive me, Officer Wong."
"Old Ye said that you've been out for just over a year, you've had three different bosses, and you were out of contact for eleven months and twenty-three days. Tell me what you've been busy with during this time."
Huang Bingyao was not unaware of Chen Fan's current situation; it's just that Chen Fan was released when he was still a school policeman.
He spent more time as a gangster than as a police officer, and during that time he was left to his own devices without any psychological evaluation, which made him really uneasy.
First, test his honesty. If he's really dishonest, burn his file and make him a real scoundrel.
There's no need to worry about any consequences if they're arrested.
"I infiltrated the Hung Hing Kwun Tong branch and worked for Tai Yu, occasionally collecting protection money, parking cars, and occasionally standing guard on the street every three to five days, shouting and bleating like a sheep."
Looking at Chen Fan's nonchalant demeanor, Huang Bingyao's expression darkened, and he lowered his voice, saying, "Are you sure that's all?"
"This is the daily routine of the gang, but I can't disobey Da Yu's orders. This year, I killed a total of seventy-eight gangsters, all of them minor injuries that avoided vital organs, and the hospital has records of it. In addition, I smashed up thirty-one venues and participated in thirteen group fights. I only fought in three of them; the rest I was just bleating like a sheep."
"Anything else? What did you do on April 1st, July 14th, August 15th last year, and January 4th this year?"
Chen Fan blurted out, "Punish the wicked and uphold justice!"
Huang Bingyao raised an eyebrow. "Easy for you to say. You dare to kill someone? You've got some nerve!"
"Officer, if I weren't so bold, the grass on my grave would be taller than you."
"Besides, I'm not the only one who kills while undercover. My fellow undercover agent Luo Ji, who was in the same cohort as me, was so used to killing around Ni Kun that he was numb to it. He would just hand him a gun and kill without even blinking."
Before Chen Fan left Huangzhukeng, he saw several unlucky guys who originally had very good grades being kicked out for the same reason.
Among them was Luo Ji.
With his "Crow Brother" face so distinctive it was instantly recognizable; he recognized him immediately.
"Luo Ji?" Huang Bingyao frowned. "Are you sure he's also an undercover agent?"
"I'm absolutely certain that that bastard's grades in school are better than mine. Don't I know what kind of person he is? I just don't know if he has a dead boss."
"What kind of crazy person are you? Why are you cursing the other officers like that?"
"Dude, is it wrong for me to care about my colleagues?"
Huang Bingyao rolled his eyes and laughed, "Is there anyone as caring as you?"
"It may not have happened before, but now you can see a living example."
A frivolous smile curled at the corner of Chen Fan's lips.
"You're such a loser. Since you know the Ni family has an undercover agent, do you know anything else? Like, have they made any recent deals?"
Huang Bingyao originally wanted to find out about Hung Hing's situation, but now it seems that Chen Fan definitely has some serious information!
Chen Fan lit a cigarette and said casually, "Before the Lunar New Year, the four big shots of the Ni family all received a batch of goods, and they won't receive a second batch until the end of April."
However, there are rumors that Guohua had an affair with his sister-in-law, and that he often used the excuse of going to the Lisboa Hotel for entertainment to explore the positions of human reproduction with Gandhi's wife.
Furthermore, Ni Kun's confidant, Han Chen, that short guy, is looking everywhere for gangsters with clean backgrounds who are new to the workforce; it seems he's planning to plant a seed in the police force.
"What?" Wong Bing-yiu exclaimed in shock. "That shorty Han Chen is so audacious, he actually dared to plant a needle in the police force?"
This is really exciting news!
It was so powerful it sent chills down his spine!
If Han Chen's people were to infiltrate departments like the intelligence bureau and archives, wouldn't the Ni family become even more difficult to deal with? Moreover, all the undercover agents sent out are at risk of being exposed.
"Boss, rumors aren't always reliable. They might be involved with other gangs or drug trafficking groups."
"Whether you're relying on hearsay or have solid evidence, I need you to obtain information on everyone Han Chen has contacted. Otherwise, if the undercover information is leaked, you could be sent to be reclaimed from the sea in a heartbeat. If you don't want to die, you'd better pay attention."
"Boss, as I just said, I'm an undercover agent in Hung Hing, and I only went underwater last month."
"Hung Hing doesn't sell drugs, and you're telling me to go find Han Chen? Do you want me to die even sooner?"
Chen Fan was speechless.
He had only explained his situation for less than five minutes, and this was already asking too much of him!
To obtain the list, one must get close to Han Chen. The fact that Hung Hing's 49th son has joined forces with the Ni family seems suspicious. In the end, he will most likely fail to obtain the intelligence, please neither side, and be hunted down by both.
Huang Bingyao scratched his head. "It's for your own good that you're the one following up on the intelligence you brought."
"Boss, if you really care about me, don't assign me such high-risk missions."
"Hey, I'll give you another gift. Tomorrow, there are six big guns going to rob Wing Hang Jewellery Company in Cheung Kong Industrial Building, Kowloon City. They're using four guns, all short ones, and one of them will jam."
Hearing Chen Fan's detailed information, Huang Bingyao narrowed his eyes and asked, "How do you know so much detail?"
"I showed you the way, and I provided the guns."
Do you know what you're saying?
Chen Fan shrugged, his expression remaining calm: "To be honest, isn't this exactly what you wanted to hear?"
Huang Bingyao stared at Chen Fan for more than ten seconds, sighed, and said, "Pretend I didn't hear what you just said. Don't mention it to anyone again, and don't give me this kind of gift next time. I can't accept it!"
"They're here to make a killing. Even if I don't give them directions or provide them with weapons, they can still find other people to buy guns. They'll just pick any target on the street and suffer even more casualties."
"Enough, I don't want to hear your explanation. I'll lead the team to deal with them tomorrow. You'd better pray that I can wipe out the evil with zero casualties, otherwise you'll have to step in and punish the wicked."
Chen Fan thought for a moment and reminded him, "Boss, remember to wear a bulletproof vest and two extra bulletproof helmets. I finally managed to get in touch with the organization, and I don't want to be a kite with a broken string again."
Huang Bingyao felt a warmth in his heart. This rascal wasn't too bad; at least he knew how to be considerate of his superiors.
However, he wouldn't use soft words; instead, he retorted with a stern face, "Are you telling me how to do things?"
Chen Fan raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I wouldn't dare, it was just a friendly reminder."
"Hey kid, here's a little gift!" Huang Bingyao pulled out a gold Rolex and handed it to Chen Fan, adding, "From now on, you'll be working for me. Give me your pager number. When you see the code word 'chicken and turtle bone soup,' remember to call me back immediately."
Chen Fan looked at the watch and complained, "Boss, isn't it a bit stingy to give a counterfeit as a gift?"
"What kind of counterfeit is this? I just bought this downstairs for 100,000 yuan. If you weren't so smart, I would have kept it for myself."
"Is it genuine?"
"If you don't want it, give it back."
"There's no reason to take back something you've given away."
Chen Fan took off his old watch and put on a new one that gleamed with gold.
Huang Bingyao's face darkened. "Damn it, you're late, even though you're a watchmaker!"
"I drive a Mazda, because of traffic jams."
"You dead man, find some time in the next few days to go to Central for a psychological test. I need to see if your psychological assessment is up to standard."