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

On the highway to the airport, the shock absorption system of the Iveco police car was undergoing a severe test.

In the back seat of the carriage, Gui Dao was still roaring. His voice was hoarse, panting like a broken bellows, but he still refused to stop. He felt that his dignity was being crushed bit by bit on the asphalt road of Jinghai with the rolling wheels.

"Stop the car! I need to pee! I need to see the embassy! I demand human rights!"

The police officer in charge of escorting them was getting a headache from his noise. He turned around and yelled, "Hold it in! You wouldn't go to the toilet at the hotel, and now you want to? No way! If you yell again, I'll gag you!"

The car sped along and finally stopped at the entrance of the special repatriation channel at Jinghai International Airport.

Lu Jingyan's car followed closely behind. As the person in charge of the case, he had to come in person to hand over the case to the border control authorities and ensure that this "illegal worker" could board the plane smoothly and return to his hometown.

The car door opened, and a blast of cold air rushed in.

Gui Dao was dragged down by two policemen like a dead dog. His feet were bound with straps, and he could only hop and skip forward, looking so comical that it was heartbreaking.

Seeing Lu Jingyan get out of the car behind him, Gui Dao's previously ashen eyes suddenly blazed with a fierce, almost desperate, rage. He abruptly broke free from the police officer's support, leaned against the police car, and straightened his back with all his might, trying to regain the last shred of dignity befitting a "top assassin."

"Lu Jingyan!"

He roared, his eyes fierce like a lone wolf in dire straits, "You think you can humiliate me like this? You're wrong! I'm an assassin! I'm death walking in the darkness! My will is forged of steel!"

Lu Jingyan slowly walked up to him, holding the fake passport that not only lacked a visa but also had a crooked photo.

"Save your energy."

He slapped his passport in his hand, making a crisp cracking sound. "We're about to board the plane, and you're still putting on an act? Didn't you finish howling in the car?"

"You don't know anything!"

Ghost Blade was utterly enraged by this dismissive attitude. The veins on his neck bulged, and spittle flew far away. "I am Ghost Blade! I have no emotions! I've fought venomous snakes and ferocious beasts in the rainforest since I was a child! I kill without even blinking! You mere mortals have no idea what the art of killing is!"

"You should sentence me to life imprisonment! You should lock me up in one of those deep-sea prisons and guard me with the strictest measures! Instead of sending me back like trash!"

"This is an insult to me! A desecration of the profession of 'assassin'!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if a loud enough voice could mask the fact that he was about to be deported back to China as a vagrant.

Airport ground staff and passengers passing by all turned their heads, their eyes filled with what they considered to be the kind of concern one might have for someone mentally ill.

Lu Jingyan watched his performance quietly until he stopped panting, then pushed up his glasses and a faint sneer appeared on his lips.

"Are you done talking?"

"I..." Ghost Blade was speechless, choked by the question.

Lu Jingyan sighed, opened the fake passport in his hand, pointed to the name on it that was so obviously fake, and said in a calm but cruel tone:

"You say you have no feelings? Fine, I believe you."

"But, Mr. Chatchai, not only do you have no feelings, you also have no identity card."

These words were like a needle puncturing a balloon.

Ghost Blade froze, his fierce face instantly stiffening.

"In China," Lu Jingyan closed his passport and patiently explained in a tone as if he were teaching a primary school student, "without an ID card, you can't even buy a high-speed rail ticket, you can't even stay in a regular small hotel, and you even have to register with your real name to buy a box of anti-inflammatory medicine at a pharmacy if you have a cold."

He took a step forward, and the invisible pressure he exerted made Gui Dao subconsciously shrink back.

"Do you think this is a tropical rainforest? Or the chaotic Middle East? Here, Skynet covers every corner, and big data knows you better than you know yourself."

"A 'black resident' with no ID card, no legitimate job, and not even a registered mobile phone number, still wants to carry out assassination?"

Lu Jingyan shook his head, his eyes filled with pity. "Brother, times have changed. You can't even hail a ride-hailing car. Are you planning to run from the airport to the city center with a knife and kill someone? I'm afraid you'll be reported to the police station by the Chaoyang residents before you've even run two kilometers."

"So, forget about the dignity of an assassin."

Lu Jingyan casually tossed the fake passport into the nearby trash can and dusted off his hands.

"Go back. Get a proper ID card and find a proper job. Being an assassin has no future in China, really."

Ghost Blade stared wide-eyed at Lu Jingyan.

He wanted to argue, to roar, to say, "I can steal cars," "I can go undercover." But the words wouldn't come out.

Because he suddenly realized that Lu Jingyan was right.

Since he smuggled himself in, he's been living a life that's practically inhuman. He's been sleeping under bridges, eating instant noodles, afraid to take public transport, afraid to stay in hotels, and even afraid to buy a pack of cigarettes at a convenience store because he's worried about being stared at by the cashier.

Is this the real life of the "world's number one killer"?

An unprecedented sense of frustration instantly shattered his psychological defenses. His straight back collapsed, and he looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Alright, take it with you."

Lu Jingyan waved to the border police officer, "Remember to say hello to them. This person is emotionally unstable and may have delusions. I suggest sending him for a brain check after landing."

"yes!"

Two policemen, holding up the Ghost Blade which was now completely wrecked, headed towards the deportation corridor.

This time, Ghost Blade neither struggled nor shouted.

He only turned around as he stepped through the security gate, giving Lu Jingyan one last deep look. There was no hatred in his eyes, only a sense of world-weariness and bewilderment.

Perhaps going back to work in an electronics factory would be a good option?

At least you need an ID card to take the high-speed rail.

As Ghost Blade's figure disappeared at the end of the passage, this farce finally came to a darkly humorous end.

"Captain Lu, you're really ruthless."

Zhao Tiezhu, who had been holding back his laughter, finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight. "What the hell is this 'no ID card'?! Look at that kid's face, it's turned green! He'll probably have this trauma for the rest of his life!"

"I'm doing this for his own good."

Lu Jingyan straightened his police uniform, looked out the window at the departing flights, and said calmly, "It's our duty as police officers to make him face reality and turn over a new leaf as soon as possible."

After this battle, Lu Jingyan was completely hailed as a legend in the Beijing police force.

It's not just because of how many important figures he's arrested, but also because of his unique style of "dealing with all kinds of people who dare to defy him." Now, when criminals in Jinghai hear the name "Lu Jingyan," their first reaction isn't to run, but to check their pockets for their ID card and then reflect on whether they've illegally parked.

a few days later.

With the successive conclusion of the Gu Yanchen prison break case, the airport siege case, and the annual meeting assassin case, the Special Investigation Team, which had been on edge for so long, could finally relax a little.

As evening fell, the sun began to set.

In the special investigation team's office, everyone was packing up their things to prepare to leave work.

"Bang!"

Thunder's loud voice came in along with the sound of the door being pushed open.

"Comrades! Don't rush off!"

Lei Ting, beaming, waved a permit in his hand. "To celebrate our special investigation team's recent string of victories, especially Captain Lu's ability to completely swindle that 'Ghost Blade' guy, Director Chen has specially approved a sum of money!"

He waved his hand grandly, displaying boundless pride:

"Tonight, we're skipping the cafeteria! Let's go to the food stalls on the old street! All-you-can-eat skewers and unlimited beer! Team building!"

"Yay!"

Su Xiaoxiao was the first to jump up, cheering excitedly, "I want grilled oysters! I want ten!"

"No problem! Plenty!"

Lei Ting laughed heartily, then turned to look at Lu Jingyan, who was shutting down his computer. "Little Lu, are you alright? Don't tell me you're going home to keep Grandpa company. You have to go tonight; you're the star!"

Looking at everyone's expectant eyes, Lu Jingyan couldn't help but smile with a relaxed expression.

"Okay, I'll listen to Team Leader Lei."

He took off his police uniform jacket, hung it on a hanger, and changed into a simple casual jacket.

"Perfect timing, I'd also like to experience the local flavor of Jinghai."

As night deepened, the neon lights of the old street came on.

It was a warm and bustling night for ordinary people. But for the special investigation team, which had just weathered a series of thrilling storms, it was perhaps the last calm before the tempest.