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

Wan Chai neighborhood.

Chen Fan had one hand on the steering wheel, his eyes glancing at the rearview mirror from time to time.

Song Zihao sat in the passenger seat, silently watching the neon signs rushing past outside the window, his face expressionless.

In the back seat, Song Zijie and Ma Jun each leaned against one side of the car window, neither of them speaking.

"The counterfeit money factory is near the Wan Chai pier."

Song Zihao broke the silence first, his voice low, "On the surface, it's a warehouse for an import and export trading company, but the basement is a counterfeit money production line."

Are there many guards?

Chen Fan asked.

"There are about twenty regular shifts."

Song Zihao paused for a moment, then said, "There will be fewer at night, but these men are all his trusted confidants. They have guns and won't waste words."

Chen Fan nodded, indicating that he understood.

He didn't reply. Song Zijie in the back seat wanted to say something, but Ma Jun stopped him.

"Turn right ahead, and it'll be there in another 200 meters."

After an unknown amount of time, Song Zihao suddenly pointed ahead and said.

Chen Fan slowed down and finally stopped in front of a tall building about 500 meters from the dock.

The car lights were turned off, and the surroundings were completely dark, with only the sound of waves crashing against the embankment in the distance and the occasional whistle of a cargo ship.

"Brother Fan, how do we get in?"

Ma Jun leaned over from the back seat, lowered his voice, and asked with barely suppressed excitement in his eyes.

Chen Fan remained silent and instead looked at Song Zihao.

"I'm enough on my own."

Song Zihao opened the car door. "It's just to collect evidence. Too much will only cause trouble."

"No!"

Song Zijie reached out from the back seat and grabbed Song Zihao's shoulder. "What if something happens? Will I have to come and rescue you then?!"

These words are very hurtful, especially to family members.

Song Zihao didn't want to say anything, and looked straight at Chen Fan.

"Ah Jie, let go."

Chen Fan slowly exhaled: "I'll go with him. You guys wait outside."

"But..."

Song Zijie was somewhat unwilling.

"Follow my orders!"

Chen Fan unbuckled his seatbelt and, before getting out of the car, instructed Ma Jun, "Keep an eye on him!"

"clear!"

Ma Jun responded immediately, but then covered his mouth.

He actually wanted to go in too.

After Chen Fan and Song Zihao disappeared into the night, Song Zijie angrily punched the front seat.

"Don't worry, Brother Fan is so skilled, he'll definitely get out safely."

Ma Jun comforted him from the side.

Song Zijie ignored the guy and turned to look outside without saying a word.

His feelings are very complicated right now.

the other side.

Outside the factory gate.

A middle-aged man in a security guard uniform was sitting in the pavilion at the entrance, looking down at a newspaper.

Song Zihao walked ahead at a leisurely pace, with Chen Fan following half a step behind him.

The security guard heard footsteps and looked up.

"Brother Hao?"

"Open the door!"

Song Zihao looked somewhat disheveled, but in the eyes of the security guards, he appeared even more intimidating.

He didn't dare to say anything more and quickly pressed the button to open the iron gate.

As for Chen Fan, who was standing next to him, he didn't even ask a single question.

As a veteran who had worked in the group for many years, the security guard had personally witnessed the heyday of Song Zihao and Xiao Ma.

Therefore, he never expected that Brother Hao, who was famous in the underworld back then, would bring back a cop.

The iron gate creaked open, revealing a narrow passage.

Song Zihao strode in, with Chen Fan following closely behind.

The two walked through the passage, and suddenly the view opened up before them.

This is a huge warehouse with a ceiling height of four or five meters. Rows of fluorescent tubes overhead illuminate the entire space as bright as day.

A young man who was squatting next to a cardboard box and smoking saw Song Zihao. He almost dropped his cigarette, quickly stood up, and his lips trembled.

"Hao...Brother Hao?"

Song Zihao ignored him and continued walking forward.

The whole process went very smoothly, and the two quickly arrived at the core area.

A middle-aged man in overalls emerged from behind a cardboard box, holding a utility knife, and was disassembling it.

Upon seeing Song Zihao, he paused for a moment, then continued with his work as if nothing had happened, but his eyes kept glancing in the direction of the two.

After walking for a while, Song Zihao lowered his voice and said:

"What we're looking for is in the front office, where the company's ledgers and transaction records are kept. Together with the equipment and counterfeit currency samples here, they can serve as evidence."

Chen Fan nodded upon hearing this.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out ahead, accompanied by gunshots.

Song Zihao's expression changed instantly.

"Let's go take a look!"

Chen Fan reacted very quickly.

He drew his .38 pistol from his waist and immediately charged forward.

Song Zihao followed behind. Because of his previous injury, he had some difficulty running, but he was still quite fast.

A moment later, the two of them saw the situation before them clearly.

Several gunmen in plainclothes were seen chasing a figure deeper into the warehouse, guns in hand, firing as they ran.

Bullets splattered debris and sparks on the surrounding cargo.

The person being chased wasn't slow, but he clearly had a problem with his legs, running with a limp.

He was wearing a tattered jacket, his hair was messy, and he had a full beard, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Chen Fan recognized him at a glance.

Little Ma—no, I mean Mark.

He clutched a cassette tape in his right hand, refusing to let go even when he fell.

"pony!"

Song Zihao's voice was not drowned out by the gunshots.

Upon hearing the sound, Mark froze, nearly being grazed by a bullet on his shoulder.

"Brother Hao!"

His voice was hoarse, but full of energy.

Chen Fan didn't have time to watch the brothers' reunion.

He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger repeatedly, the bullets hitting the pursuing gunmen precisely.

Six bullets, five dead, one shot missed.

[Sin Value +50...]

A series of notifications came in, and in just one exchange, Chen Fan had gained 250 sin points.

Mark turned around and looked at Chen Fan, who was reloading, a look of shock flashing in his eyes.

But he quickly came to his senses and, dragging his limp leg, ran towards them.

"Walk!"

Without saying a word, Chen Fan turned around and went downstairs to rush off.

Song Zihao grabbed Mark's arm, put him on his shoulder, and the three of them ran out one after the other.

The gunfire was still going on, but it wasn't as intense as before.

Tan Cheng's main force is not here; they have been transferred to deal with police surveillance. The people left behind pose no threat at all.

Chen Fan led the way, killing the two people they had just encountered with two shots, and then arrived at the iron gate without any hindrance.

His current total sin value has reached 705.

The security guard knew there was definitely something going on inside, but he didn't ask anything. Instead, he pressed the button on his own initiative.

Seeing this, Chen Fan also put away his gun, and the group left the factory together.

The night wind outside carried the salty, fishy smell of the sea.

The silver-gray sedan was still parked in the same spot.

When Ma Jun saw Chen Fan, he pushed open the car door and his hand was already on the gun at his waist.

"Brother Fan!"

"drive!"

Chen Fan opened the car door, shoved Song Zihao and Mark into the back seat, and jumped into the passenger seat himself.

Ma Jun had already gotten into the driver's seat, started the car, and floored the accelerator.

The tires screeched on the concrete, and the car shot off like a wild horse, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.