In Hong Kong variety shows, what does "crime buster" mean?

Chapter 100 Undercurrents

After Li Wenbin finished speaking, Gu Zonghan took over the conversation.

"Based on my analysis of V's behavioral patterns, this person has an extremely strong desire for control and a performative personality."

Every action he took was a deliberate display of his control: controlling television signals, controlling the pace of interrogations, and controlling the speed of police response.

Such people have an almost pathological aversion to unforeseen loopholes.

Gu Zonghan stood up, walked to the whiteboard, took the marker from Li Wenbin, and wrote a few lines next to the code V.

In V's mind, he was not a criminal, but a judge.

He placed himself on a moral high ground, and in his own words, he was cleaning up the garbage that the law couldn't remove from society.

What does this self-positioning mean? It means he won't allow any factors that threaten him to exist.

"This photo is a threat. Just like Superintendent Li said, whether it's real or fake doesn't really matter."

"So what will he do?"

The deputy director raised his head and spoke for the first time.

"V will definitely come!"

Gu Zonghan put down his pen and turned to face the long table.

Even if he suspects it might be a trap, he will still come.

Because in V's mind, Li is smarter and stronger than all of us.

He broke into the Jinxiu Garden alone at night, calmly coming and going under the guns of twelve police officers. This experience only further reinforced his self-perception.

You can't catch me, you'll never catch me!

"So, he thinks he can't be caught?"

Lawrence squinted.

"Not only that."

Gu Zonghan's expression turned serious. "He will also use this operation as the next stage to showcase his abilities to all the citizens of Hong Kong."

"You laid a trap, I came, got what I wanted, and escaped unscathed—that's his favorite scenario."

At the end of the long table, Lawrence paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Where is this photographer?

"I've already deployed people to Temple Street."

Li Wenbin answered.

How many people have you prepared?

"Two groups of the Flying Tigers, plus twenty plainclothes officers with zero criminal records."

"The photographer lived on the top floor of an old building on Temple Street, and snipers were positioned at the highest points of the four surrounding buildings."

The roadblocks were set up in three directions on the ground, leaving only a narrow alleyway that was only two meters wide. The Flying Tigers would wait near the alleyway.

"Once V enters the apartment building, it's like entering a cage."

The Flying Tigers commander spread out the map in front of him, quickly drew a few lines with red and blue pencils, and then pushed the map to Lawrence.

The latter took the map and looked at it for a moment, then looked up and his gaze fell on Li Wenbin's face.

"Wenbin, since you proposed the plan, you are in full command of the operation."

"You're in charge of the Flying Tigers, and you make the final decisions on the deployment of the plainclothes officers."

He paused, his voice becoming slightly deeper.

"This matter has escalated to this point, and millions of eyes across Hong Kong are watching it closely."

That masked man slapped us in the face on TV, trampling the police force's reputation into the ground. I don't care if he's a madman or a hero.

All I care about is the result, which is catching them!

"I see."

Li Wenbin straightened up.

"Once you catch it, you will receive something you desire."

Lawrence pointed at him, "On the condition that there can be no more mistakes this time."

Yes, Sir.

"6

The meeting ended at 6 p.m.

The foreign officials and department heads filed out, and soon only Li Wenbin and Gu Zonghan remained in the conference room.

Gu Zonghan stood in front of the whiteboard, still staring at those few lines of text.

"What did you discover?"

Li Wenbin walked over to his side.

There's something I've always been curious about.

Gu Zonghan raised his hand and tapped the code "V" on the whiteboard.

"What?"

"How exactly did he manage to tamper with the TV station signal? The first time was manageable, but the second time we deployed so many people, yet it still didn't work."

"He probably has some high-tech skills. He can be so arrogant because he has something that others don't."

"Heh, you're always so calm, Wenbin. How confident are you about this operation?"

"To be honest... I'm not really that confident. There are just too many uncontrollable factors involved."

Li Wenbin said something completely different from before: "I've always hated setting traps and waiting for prey to take the bait!"

"Don't worry, you will succeed."

After speaking softly, Gu Zonghan prepared to leave.

After a moment of silence, Li Wenbin suddenly called out to him.

"Professor Gu!"

"Um?"

"Is the story about St. Mary's Hospital true?"

This matter eventually took root in some suitable soil.

Li Wenbin wasn't asking himself this question.

"You can tell me this, but please don't tell anyone else."

Gu Zonghan's expression turned serious: "Don't you know the background of St. Mary's Hospital?"

"I was just asking. By the way, I heard Professor Gu, you're interested in one of my subordinates?"

"Chen Fan?"

"Um."

"He's a very capable young man, and my student has a strong liking for him, so I wanted to keep an eye on him."

After Gu Zonghan finished speaking, he waved his hand and strode outside.

Li Wenbin stood alone in the conference room.

After a long while, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"We can begin!"

When Chen Fan arrived at the security company, he learned from the receptionist that Wei Jixiang had gone to discuss business with his men, and only Ruan Mei was there at the moment.

So he went straight to the innermost office.

After a while.

"Afan, what brings you here?"

Ruan Mei closed the door, placed the account book on the corner of the desk, walked up to Chen Fan, and looked up at him.

Those peach blossom eyes sparkled, filled with undisguised joy.

Chen Fan didn't say anything, but reached out and pulled her into his arms around her waist.

Ruan Mei let out a soft "ah," and then pressed her entire body against his chest.

"We'll look at the account book later."

Chen Fan lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice very low.

Ruan Mei's ears turned red at a visible speed, spreading from her earlobes all the way to the base of her neck.

Grandma was just saying the other day that you haven't been visiting as often lately...

Ruan Mei's voice grew softer and softer until the last few words were almost inaudible.

Her fingers gripped the front of Chen Fan's shirt, but instead of pushing him away, she buried her face even deeper into his chest.

The ledger fell to the ground with a dull thud, but no one picked it up.

After a while, Chen Fan sat in his office chair, and Ruan Mei sat sideways on his lap, using her fingers to help him fasten the buttons on his collar that had been pulled askew, one by one.

Her movements were very light and slow, pausing after each tying.

"How's the company doing lately?"

Chen Fan leaned back in his chair and looked down at her.

"I've checked all the accounts. Brother Jixiang did a very thorough job; every single transaction was recorded."

When the topic turned to work, Ruan Mei's tone immediately became serious. She picked up the ledger and turned to a marked page.

"Last month, I received three warehouse security orders, and after deducting labor and utilities, I made a net profit of more than 40,000 yuan."

"And the security fees for the few venues that Da Tou introduced are settled quarterly; the second installment is due next week."

"You can handle these things yourself, no need to ask me."

Chen Fan smiled. "Nobody's giving you a hard time, has anyone?"

Ruan Mei shook her head, a smile curving her lips.

"Who else dares to bully me besides you? You big bad guy!!"

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