Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

The heavy security door to the interrogation room was pushed open from the inside.

The door hinge was clearly lacking lubricant, emitting a harsh, dry creaking sound.

Lu Jingyan stepped across the threshold.

He held a few pages of freshly printed interrogation transcripts in his hand. The edges of the papers were slightly curled, and they were still warm from the printer.

The incandescent lights in the corridor were so bright they were blinding.

The corridors of the municipal police station are never quiet. The emergency phones ring incessantly, and from an office in the distance, a loud voice shouts about checking for vehicles with counterfeit license plates.

The air was filled with a strong smell of cheap tobacco, and a hint of sauerkraut from braised beef noodles.

Lu Jingyan stopped in his tracks.

He slammed the iron door shut behind him with a heavy thud.

Zhao Tiezhu and Su Xiaoxiao were already waiting outside the door.

Zhao Tiezhu leaned against the radiator against the wall, picking at his teeth with his fingers, his cheeks puffing out.

Upon seeing Lu Jingyan emerge, he quickly straightened up.

He spat the tasteless Wrigley's gum into a tissue, crumpled it up, and threw it into the nearby trash can.

"Did you spit it out?"

Zhao Tiezhu leaned closer. His bald head gleamed under the incandescent light.

Lu Jingyan didn't waste any more words.

He handed over the few pages of notes that still smelled of ink.

"He confessed."

His voice was a little hoarse. After pulling all-nighters, his throat was so dry it felt like he had a handful of sand in it. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"A batch of high-risk anti-gravity engines will be transferred and handed over tonight at 10 PM."

Su Xiaoxiao quickly reached out and took the transcript.

She took the pen off her ear. Her eyes quickly scanned two lines of black ink.

"Have you confirmed the delivery location?" she asked, looking up.

"It says so on. North Suburbs." Lu Jingyan took out a pack of wet wipes from his pocket, tore open the packaging, and wiped the sweat from his palms.

Su Xiaoxiao immediately straightened the tactical tablet hanging around her neck.

Her slender, pale fingers darted across the screen. The fingertips tapped against the glass, producing a soft, tinkling sound.

"Let me adjust the topographic map over there."

A beam of pale blue light shot out from above the tablet, projecting a three-dimensional holographic miniature map into mid-air.

A glaring red coordinate was flashing wildly in the upper right corner of the map.

The reddish glow tinged the originally white walls of the corridor.

Su Xiaoxiao frowned, staring at the shimmering red spot.

"Boss, this place is really out of the way."

She extended her index finger and traced the edge of the holographic projection, zooming in on the map.

"The third phase of the North Suburbs project is an unfinished housing development that was only started less than six months ago."

The building outlines on the map are clearly visible.

Rows of unfinished concrete frame buildings, like gray matchboxes, stand haphazardly in the yellow mud.

Several tall tower crane models also stood nearby.

"There isn't a decent residential area within a five-kilometer radius. It's all wasteland and weeds."

Su Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip.

"The Skynet cameras don't cover that area at all. It's a blind spot. These smugglers really know how to pick their spots. In the pitch black, they can hide the goods in a truck carrying construction waste without anyone noticing."

Zhao Tiezhu craned his neck to the side.

He brought his large head close to the holographic map, squinting and staring intently at the specific name of the section on the map.

I watched for a while.

His expression suddenly turned a little strange.

With a "snap".

Zhao Tiezhu slapped his thigh hard, causing dust to fall from his trousers.

"Where am I?! I know this dump like the back of my hand!"

He grinned, his face contorted with fat, revealing his large teeth.

Su Xiaoxiao was startled by him.

"You're familiar with this place? Brother Tiezhu, what are you doing running around those unfinished buildings?"

Zhao Tiezhu tapped the tower crane on the screen with his rough fingers.

"The third phase of the North Suburbs project, huh? Isn't that the construction site we just secretly visited last month?"

He turned his head and looked at Lu Jingyan.

"Director, have you forgotten? That Asura Dragon King! The place where Ye Xiu hangs out!"

Lu Jingyan paused for a moment while wiping his hands.

I crumpled up the used wet wipes and tossed them into the nearby recycling bin.

Su Xiaoxiao was stunned for two seconds.

The image of a burly man, shirtless, pushing a cement cart at breakneck speed, flashed through my mind.

Zhao Tiezhu became happier and happier as he thought about it, spitting as he spoke.

"That kid's a real celebrity there now. He's always shirtless, competing with a bunch of bricklayers to carry cement."

He gestured with his hand to demonstrate the action of pushing the cart.

"I earn three hundred yuan a day honestly. Last month I even received a model worker award, which I treasure like the back of my hand, carrying it around all the time."

The tense atmosphere in the corridor was suddenly disrupted by these few words, making it somewhat comical.

Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, her shoulders trembling.

"These smugglers are really unlucky."

She turned off the tablet screen. The holographic projection vanished instantly, and the corridor returned to the cold light of the incandescent bulbs.

"Hundreds of desperate criminals with alien technology went to the wilderness to make a deal, thinking they could get away with it."

Su Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows.

"As it turned out, the transaction location was chosen to be the territory of a former underworld overlord and the chief instructor of 100,000 soldiers."

Zhao Tiezhu chuckled and wiped his chin with the back of his hand.

"That's right. Ye Xiu is incredibly stingy these days. He'd risk his life just to get an extra big chicken leg in his lunchbox."

He smacked his lips.

"If those black market thugs went to clear out the place in the middle of the night and accidentally knocked over Ye Xiu's rice bowl, the scene... tsk tsk, I don't even want to think about it."

Lu Jingyan didn't join in their idle chatter.

He turned around and walked to the police equipment cabinet at the end of the corridor.

Take out the key and insert it into the lock.

With a twist of his wrist, the metal cabinet door sprang open with a "click."

A strong smell of gun oil wafted from the cabinet.

Inside, a row of black tactical bulletproof vests hung neatly. Below them was a row of spare magazines filled with bright yellow bullets.

Lu Jingyan reached out and took off a heavy bulletproof vest.

The heavy Kevlar material feels substantial in your hand.

He put it on, his hands gripping the Velcro straps at his waist.

He pulled hard in the middle, making two sharp tearing sounds. The vest clung tightly to his broad back and chest.

He pulled the standard-issue pistol from the holster next to him.

The metal gun body gleamed with a cold, dark luster under the light.

Press down on the magazine catch with your thumb.

He removed the magazine and glanced down at the fully loaded bullets inside.

Apply force with your palms.

With a crisp "click," the magazine was pushed back into its original position, fitting perfectly.

He pulled the slide, chambering a bullet. A crisp metallic clang rang out.

Lu Jingyan put on a black tactical bulletproof vest and shoved his sidearm into its holster: "Notify the SWAT team to surround the Phase III construction site in the northern suburbs. Also, be careful not to accidentally injure the legal workers inside."