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

[Mission D: The Mystery is Completed.]

[Current sin value: 200, free attribute points: 2.]

[System Shop]

Martial Arts (Basic): 50

Fighting Skills (Advanced): 120

Firearms Proficiency (Basic): 80

Gun Mastery (Advanced): 150

HKD (5000 yuan): 45

eavesdropping device: 80

Ballpoint pen: 2

Backpack: 20

In the car, Da Zui was driving in the front, and Chen Fan was sitting in the back seat.

He closed his eyes and stared at the system panel, ignoring the clutter and focusing his attention on basic combat and advanced firearms mastery.

With two hundred sin points, he didn't hesitate and bought the two items.

In an instant, various methods of using a handgun were instilled into Chen Fan's brain. Unlike before, when he would only shoot by feeling, he understood how to aim and shoot as quickly as possible in various situations.

And there was also a feeling similar to that of a gun in my mind.

For example, when you look at a target, you know whether you can hit it or not.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Fan transformed from a novice who could only shoot at close range into a veteran capable of handling any situation.

The products produced by the system are indeed all of high quality.

Next up is martial arts.

Unlike gun skills, this one directly affects the body.

The heat flowed down the spine, to the shoulders, to the elbows, and to the fists.

Various kinds of knowledge about close combat flooded in.

Moreover, it's not just the brain that remembers it, but the body does too, directly forming an instinct.

After silently digesting the information for a moment, Chen Fan focused his attention on the attribute points.

His stamina and reaction time were already above the average level, so he added the two new points to his strength and agility.

A surge of heat exploded in my chest, a sensation even more intense than before.

"What's wrong with you?"

Big Mouth saw Chen Fan's body trembling in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, but I feel a little uncomfortable after killing someone."

Chen Fan opened his eyes and explained.

Where the other person couldn't see, he clenched his fist, his knuckles bulging and turning white.

The entire palm is half a size larger than before. The distance from the base of the fingers to the fingertips remains the same, but the palm is much thicker, creating a strong visual impact.

"Haha, you're already doing great."

Big Mouth started talking: "The first time I fired a gun, I couldn't sleep for days. I had to see a psychologist to get better. By the way, do you want me to introduce you to someone? She's very pretty."

"Thank you, we'll talk about it later."

Chen Fan gently shook his head: "Inspector Lu asked me to report to Tsim Sha Tsui in a couple of days. Is there anything I need to bring?"

"The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) doesn't need your current equipment. Plainclothes officers, of course, should use whatever is convenient for them."

Big Mouth explained, "Just remember to bring your file."

"Thanks, Brother Mouth."

"Hey, don't be so polite, we're like brothers. If it weren't for you, that guy Water Ghost would be dead. His son is only a year old, and I even went to his one-month celebration."

It's clear that he is truly grateful to Chen Fan.

As the two were talking, the Sham Shui Po Police Station came into view.

Chen Fan got out of the car, said goodbye to him, and walked towards the police station.

Everyone was resting at this time, and Fatty Chen was dozing off behind the counter, his head nodding off.

"Hello!"

Chen Fan deliberately slapped the table.

Fat Chen was startled and quickly straightened his clothes and hat. When he saw who it was, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Afan, you're back?"

This sentence was like a drop of water falling into a frying pan of oil; the once quiet police station instantly became lively.

Uncle Li and Zhao Guodong walked out of the locker room, and other colleagues also got up from their workstations and rushed over.

"Afan, how did the operation go today?"

Uncle Li had a big smile on his face.

"Hmm, it's alright."

Chen Fan smiled, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by people.

"O-Division! A-Fan, you've been working with them on missions. Will you be transferred there later?"

Zhao Guodong looked on with envy.

The others were also very curious and waited for his answer.

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be within the next few days."

Chen Fan nodded slightly.

The colleagues gasped in surprise.

Just then, a discordant voice came from behind.

"Hmph, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) won't take bribes from guys."

Everyone turned to look and saw Lin Yaohui standing next to the water dispenser, his face full of schadenfreude.

"Hey, what did you say?"

Zhao Guodong showed no mercy, loudly demanding, "When did Afan take bribes?!"

"Ask him about that; I didn't take it."

Lin Yaohui dropped the pretense and revealed his true nature: "I guess the Ministry of Internal Affairs will be here soon."

"Afan..."

Uncle Li looked over with concern.

Chen Fan shook his head slightly and walked towards Lin Yaohui.

After undergoing two enhancements, his body was no longer thin. Standing at over 1.8 meters tall with an increasingly robust physique, he was still quite imposing.

"Hey, what do you want?"

Lin Yaohui was a little frightened, and he held onto the wall with one hand, trying to back away.

How did you know?

Chen Fan didn't do anything, but asked curiously.

He hadn't taken this old guy seriously from beginning to end, so there was even less reason for him to bother with him now.

Seeing his expression, Lin Yaohui sneered.

"If you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place."

"What do you mean by 'don't do it yourself'?"

Liang Deming walked out of the office. He had overheard what had just happened, and he said sternly to Lin Yaohui, "Did you come into my office?"

"I...I saw it when I was submitting the file."

Lin Yaohui dared not try to outsmart his superior and spoke honestly.

"Hmph, the Internal Affairs Department has already investigated Afan's matter thoroughly; someone framed him!"

Liang Deming looked at him with exasperation: "What are you still standing there for? Apologize right now!"

"ah?!"

Lin Yaohui's face flushed and paled in turns, finally bowing his head and saying, "I'm sorry!"

"Go back to your workstation and stop embarrassing yourself here!"

Liang Deming cursed.

After Lin Yaohui slunk away, he patted Chen Fan on the shoulder with a kind smile.

"Inspector Luk called and said you saved one of his men. Good, you didn't embarrass me."

"The director's guidance is excellent."

"A sedan chair carrying people," Chen Fan immediately said.

"Haha, you've only been on the job for less than half a month, right? You've already made two major contributions right after graduating from police academy. I really don't know how your teachers graded you."

Liang Deming's eyes narrowed as he smiled.

Rather than wasting time leaving people in Sham Shui Po, he was thinking much more and further ahead.

If Chen Fan's career rises in the future, his old boss will also benefit.

That's how connections are built, little by little.

"Alright, I won't bother you anymore. Come over to my house for dinner sometime."

"Thank you, Director!"

Chen Fan understood immediately and quickly agreed.

After Liang Deming left, his other colleagues gathered around again, all saying nice things to him.

As for Lin Yaohui... after what just happened, he has completely turned into a clown, and he might even have to retire early.

After dealing with the situation for a while, Chen Fan was about to change his clothes and go back to work when Uncle Li stopped him.

"You're going there soon, and we're not short-staffed here, so take a few days to rest before you're exhausted."

"Yeah, Afan, you've been working the night shift these past few days, take this opportunity to relax."

Zhao Guodong said from the side.

Chen Fan thought about it and realized there was no need to stay at the office any longer, so he agreed.

Liang Deming's attitude just now was clear enough that no one would gossip.

After agreeing to have a get-together with his colleagues before leaving, he walked out of the police station.

The result had barely come out when a Mercedes sports car blocked its way.

Chen Fan took a step back, just as he was about to ask about the other party's family history, when he looked up and saw that the car window had been rolled down and Le Huizhen was looking at him with a smile.

Today she was wearing a red leather jacket over a white shirt, and her hair was tied in a ponytail.

Those foxy eyes curved into crescent moons, their depths shimmering like water.

"Get in the car."

Lok Hye-jung raised her chin, a smile playing on her lips.

Chen Fan shook his head helplessly, opened the passenger door and got in, then asked in a casual tone, "The company car?"

"Of course not, it's mine."

Lok Wai-ching seemed unwilling to elaborate on this matter, asking, "Do you remember the exclusive interview you promised me?"

"Of course, where are we going this time?"

"Still that ice shop, right?"

"it is good."

The engine roared to life, and the car sped away.

Uncle Li and the others who witnessed this scene inside the police station were extremely envious.

"That brat Afan actually has such a beautiful girlfriend?"

"Not only is she beautiful, she's also rich!"

"Tsk, I'm handsome too, why don't any rich women like me?"

"Handsome? More like ugly!"

On the other side, the car stopped in front of the ice cream parlor, and the two pushed open the door and went inside.

Unlike last time, the room was already full of guests, except for the seats by the window.

Chen Fan went over first, and only after Le Huizhen sat down did he call the waiter to prepare some things.

What would you like to drink?

"Iced lemon tea, how about you?"

"Just like you."

Upon hearing this, Yue Huizhen pursed her lips slightly, rested her chin on her hand, tilted her head to look at Chen Fan sitting opposite her, her eyelashes fluttering.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Fan touched his face, then looked at himself: "Is there something dirty on me?"

"It's nothing. Why aren't you drinking water this time?"

"I asked with a smile," Yue Huizhen asked.

She seemed to have forgotten the purpose of her visit.

"It's nice to change things up sometimes, and besides, you like it, you always order this, right?"

Chen Fan said softly.

Lok Wai-ching chuckled, "Sour, I don't like it."

"Then why are you still drinking?"

"Do I have to drink what I like?"

"I don't know about others, but if it's me, I have to get anything I like."

Chen Fan stared at her pretty face, which could be both charming and sullen, and said in a serious tone.

Lok Wai-ching fell silent, turning her head slightly to avoid eye contact.

Four young men sat at the other end of the ice room, their floral shirts open, revealing tattoos underneath, and cigarettes dangling from their mouths.

One of the men with dyed yellow hair saw Yue Huizhen, nudged the person next to him with his elbow, and gestured with his lip.

Several people looked over, their gazes sweeping over Yue Huizhen.

The blond-haired man walked over with a beer in his hand and slammed it down on the table with a loud thud.

"Beautiful lady, are you alone?"

The atmosphere was broken. Yue Huizhen didn't speak, but instead looked at Chen Fan with a half-smile.

"I'm giving you a chance, now get out."

Chen Fan let out a soft breath and stood up to issue a warning.

"Who are you? Where are you from?"

The blond-haired man seemed to have just noticed someone else, his face full of arrogance, and he even tried to shove him.

Chen Fan raised his left hand, grabbed the outstretched wrist, pressed his thumb on the inside of the wrist bone, and hooked the back of the wrist with the other four fingers, twisting it in the opposite direction.

The blond-haired man's wrist was twisted ninety degrees, the joint made a slight cracking sound, his body bent down in the direction of his wrist, and his face pressed against the table.

"Let go! Let go! Come and save me!"

Upon seeing this, the surrounding customers all got up and moved away to a distance, but none of them left the ice room.

The boss and his employees seemed to have gotten used to it all and didn't care at all; instead, they just stood there watching the show with their arms crossed.

The remaining three people wanted to rush over to help, but Chen Fan had already taken out his police ID.

"Police officer, put your hands on your head and squat down!"

This reversal was somewhat unexpected. The three gangsters, though arrogant, knew they couldn't mess with the cops.

They looked at each other, standing there at a loss.

"Damn it, so what if you're a cop? You think you can just beat people up?!"

The blond-haired man was still shouting.

Chen Fan didn't bother with any more words, so he kicked him in the knee, making him kneel down.

After doing all this, he picked up the phone on the bar counter and dialed the police station's number.

In less than three minutes, Uncle Li arrived with a large group of people.

"Afan, what happened?"

"These four guys assaulted a police officer; take them in for a lesson."

Chen Fan pointed to the four gangsters.

Uncle Li almost laughed in anger, and immediately told his colleagues to start arresting the person.

The blond guy was injured, but he received special attention. The other three were fine; they followed obediently behind, and no one targeted them.

"I won't bother you any longer. Let's have tea together sometime."

Uncle Li winked, grabbed Zhao Guodong who was about to speak, and left the ice room together.

Looking at the mess on the table, Chen Fan said to Le Huizhen, "Let's find another place to conduct the interview."

"How about we go for a walk?"

Lok Hye-jung winked playfully.

Chen Fan didn't refuse. He paid the bill and then walked outside with them.

The originally scorching sunlight has now become gentle.

The two walked side by side down the street, their shadows overlapping as they moved forward with each step.

"Who taught you those moves just now?"

Lok Wai-ching gestured a couple of times and asked with a curious look, "It feels amazing."

I learned it from TV.

"You're lying!"

Lok Hye-jung wrinkled her nose, then laughed to herself.

"It's been so long since I've had such a relaxing walk."

"Me too."

Chen Fan said softly.

He had walked this road many times, but this was the time he laughed the most.

The woman beside him not only provided him with career assistance, but also greatly alleviated the vague sense of urgency he felt.

Lok Wai-ching didn't say anything. She took off the sunglasses that were on her hair, held them in her hand, and twirled the temples between her fingers.

Her fingers were very long, but her nails were short and unpainted, white as a piece of jade.

"I saw the ambulance earlier, and then you fired again?"

"Le Huizhen suddenly said."

"Yes, the suspect not only did not surrender, but also tried to resist and injured a police officer. I was right next to him at the time, and if I hadn't shot him, he would have been killed."

Chen Fan explained in detail: "As for the details of the case..."

"Let's talk about that later!"

Le Huizhen interrupted him, then grabbed Chen Fan's hand.

"Hey, your hands are so thick! How come I never noticed before?"

There are many things you don't know.

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the touch of his fingertips.

"Hmph, who cares!"

Lok Wai-ching walked in front, her long ponytail swaying with her steps, and the fragrance carried by the breeze to the back.

The fragrance reached Chen Fan's nose and also touched his heart.

"You're so slow!"

She turned her head and smiled.

Chen Fan chuckled, immediately let go, and quickened his pace.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Lok Wai-ching quickly caught up, her laughter carried far by the wind.