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Cam caught a glimpse of Victoria Harbour and the far side of the city—at night, when it rained but had not yet poured, without hollow tips and talons, when it rained but had not yet poured… the distant lights refracting off water droplets and slightly fogged glass of the Jag, a sight that never got old for him—the cliché comparison that clicked into place was Night City from Cyberpunk 2077, except instead of being confined to 1080p on a laptop screen, it was always within peripheral vision yet never quite...
SECURITY ISSUE: Two Wars, Middle a Fence IS OUT NOW FOR PURCHASE ON KDP!
PUBLISHING DATE: 15 MAY, 2026
CATEGORY: CRIME THRILLER, ASIAN CRIME, TRANSGRESSIVE
PAGE COUNT: 372 (7X10")
FORMAT: HARDCOVER
LANGUAGE: ENG +
Note: If you clicked on the link and bought the novel, don't hesitate to tell me if the novel sucks or...
SOON OUT...
TWMAF, Charity, and Asking You for Something!
Hello readers.
ACT 0 Prologue of "SECURITY ISSUE: Two Wars Middle A Fence" is getting released: a transgressive crime novel heavily inspired by Hong Kong crime films, Sleeping Dogs the game and THE BORROWED By Chan Ho-kei. The novel is on KDP in the Hardcover format. Proof copy ordered. ACT 0 Prologue is sitting in Amazon's review pipeline right now, while I concurrently wait for a physical copy to show up at my door so I can...
"He slotted the car into D and pulled away, turning left toward the incline with one hand on the wheel in the manner of a man who had never needed two—also wanting to maximise the noise signature without putting the Jaguar into the spiral's walls, partly to signal Kinky to get switched on to the fact that cars were coming out. Keep it down, Deek Jaai…' Charles demanded the moment the Subaru Liberty's throaty flat-4 turbo sang its message to whoever was listening outside, and Cameron replied: 'It's not...
CAMERON: «No, I didn’t mean it like you sitting in a cabarnet club’s VIP lounge, taking calls while some hunk sucks you off nice. I mean, actually getting close to motherfuckers, photographing them? Ergo, you putting in the work?»
KINKY: Phfff... «I mean I done it before, I know motherfuckers that do it better than me, though—URBEX types and red-room gremlins I know, are one group. Why, is it in relation to the bag popper?»
CAMERON: «Yeah, something like that.»
KINKY: Man, I don’t get...
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Before "SECURITY ISSUE: TWO WARS, MIDDLE A FENCE (兩場戰爭，中間有圍欄)©" or TWMAF for short, became to be a crime novel, it was a videogame concept for a Garry's Mod Delta Force-like server experience... that failed, then transitioned into what it is today, born from Saints Row 2, Ghost Recon Breakpoint, Sleeping Dogs, The Borrowed by Chan Ho-kei and a fuckton of head canon. Writing began on March 14th of 2024, and early on, TWMAF wanted to be a bridge to a Sleeping Dogs I and you never had...
Brick wall with ‘DELICIOUS BURGER’ in all black and large font, low clientele, nothing on the menu beyond breakfast items given it wasn't yet 1200 hours, elevator music of Rihanna—the entire time Cameron sat at the far back of the Yau Man Street franchise, eating the Filet-o-Fish with visible hesitation, he felt extraordinarily naked for having nothing on him. Cap pulled low and leaning back, he was scanning the spot, watching a hoodlum collective of 4 people roughly 20 metres away at 12 o'clock,...
KINKY: «Fuck jail, I’m not going back there again? I’m talking quick solutions. Do you want me to call him up right now, to make sure the car disappears? It’s a damn one-and-a-half hour ride from YL.»
Cam stuck his hand up in the air, having waved it to convey that he didn’t care. Kinky proceeded to come up and:
CAMERON: «...Do it.»
KINKY: «I’ve taken out the money bag for your pleasure.»
CAMERON: dry-coughs «That’s a separate problem within itself.»
KINKY: «Well, there’s your...
Lip saw it in his mirror and snapped before Cameron even finished parsing the profile, something was hanging off them: ‘We got kamikaze drones incoming—hit the gas!’ he barked in an accented English, the last word climbing in pitch, and Charles dropped a gear and punched it, unleashing 500 horsepower on tap. ‘Deek, we are on grounding duty. Shoot the fuckers when they get close, we have 50 meters now... Lip ordered as he folded his seat down to get to the rear passenger end, and Cameron, feeling the exact...
And because the coolies were eager to prove usefulness the second blood hit the floor, they dropped their muzzles, surged in, and grabbed the Taishanese by the head and the ankles, hauling him down the a left-hand corridor, moving in a pace like they were dying to cannibalize the man. ‘So what else got him to getting clipped by your company men, huh? This is less of a lesson and more of a GRWM...’ Cameron said in an anti-climactic Cantonese, holstering the Glock and turning his head right toward the...
‘Ngai, I apologise. I act super strange and know it myself, especially because I’ve been hiding my fears and insecurities for quite some time, making me not feel like myself—and I’m crap at expressing it all as I don’t want to really appear vulnerable; these teases and hyper stimulated moments aren’t the way to go either. I’m on my period, and a couple minutes ago, I felt a bit insecure about myself, expendable—seeing the girls you had on your phone, who you may attract. It’s fine, honestly. If you want to...
BON: «No I meant you, as in connection to Thai. I watched you getting carted off in the ambulance, and STK didn’t clip you yet? What the dick do you and Thai know that I’m not allowed to know? You had a whole-ass box truck—that means delivery, Ngai…»
'So he fucking activated his braincells finally?’ thought Cameron. Eventually Bon would have to know for whom Cameron truly works for. Bon had held Cameron against being Traffic Branch but managed to get convinced. Long ago, Cameron said he wouldn’t...
In unison, the six men Lau led switched to either their chest-mounted phones or glanced down at their PDAs, quietly and without the sound signature of a man with a Baby-On-Board sticker on his car and inability to operate a specialized weapon. Lau, meanwhile, used the time to whisper, ‘HUD on,’ in English and let the customised AR lenses come to life—exactly like an FPS videogame, with a minimalist red UI that stayed small but legible: bottom right showed a round-count for his Type-121, fitted with a...
‘Come on, Ngai… wake the fuck up,’ he muttered to himself, stripping off the blood-soaked Adidas track top because it was the only thing he could manage. His hands were dead, legs barely answering, head pulsing like it was being squeezed in a vice, his neck feeling loose and wrong, and he forced himself to take inventory. Under the harsh white work light his vision finally caught: 2 industrial washing machines to his left, their metal drums streaked and dull; a green rubber hose snaked across the floor...
‘Come on, Ngai… wake the fuck up,’ he muttered to himself, stripping off the blood-soaked Adidas track top because it was the only thing he could manage. His hands were dead, legs barely answering, head pulsing like it was being squeezed in a vice, his neck feeling loose and wrong, and he forced himself to take inventory. Under the harsh white work light his vision finally caught: 2 industrial washing machines to his left, their metal drums streaked and dull; a green rubber hose snaked across the floor...
506 Pages out of 3500. ACT 1 shall be finished by 2026.
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