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

In an unassuming bar in Wan Chai.

Da Zhang sat at the far end of the bar, having already drunk half a bottle of whiskey in front of him.

"Three months!!"

Zhang held up three fingers and waved them in the dim light. "I followed Tan Cheng for three months, spent seventy or eighty thousand on informant fees, and my men were either dead or injured. And what was the result?"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he spewed out saliva along with the smell of alcohol.

"As a result, Uncle Biao handed the case over to a kid who hadn't even grown up yet. Ha—I spit on him!"

Sitting opposite me was Liu Yongming from the Major Crimes Unit. He had been Zhang's partner for four years and always had a kind, good-natured smile on his face.

He was holding a beer glass at that moment, not saying anything, only nodding occasionally.

"Do you think Uncle Biao is getting senile?"

Da Zhang turned his face, whether from the alcohol or anger, it was hard to tell. "That guy surnamed Chen, he killed a few gangsters in the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, made a few newspaper articles, and suddenly he's a rising star in the police force? The Serious Crimes Unit isn't child's play, and Tan Cheng isn't one of those short mules who can wield knives!"

"They have guns, submachine guns!"

He spoke louder and louder, and two men drinking at the other end of the bar turned to look at him.

Old Liu quickly grabbed his arm and lowered his voice: "Alright, alright, walls have ears."

"So what if they have ears? What am I afraid of?"

Da Zhang shook off his hand, but his voice was still a few decibels lower.

"Which part of what I said wasn't true? Solve the case in five days? If he can catch Tan Cheng in five days, I'm quitting being a cop and going to sell char siu instead!!"

Old Liu sighed, poured him a full glass of wine, and then poured himself another one.

"Calm down. Chen Fan was the one who was specifically praised, so he might actually be quite capable."

Da Zhang scoffed, picked up his glass, and downed it in one gulp. "You believe me?"

Old Liu didn't answer, but took a sip from his cup.

"Alright, stop drinking. We're busy tomorrow."

He stood up and patted Da Zhang on the shoulder.

Da Zhang lay sprawled on the bar, muttering, "Five days... I bet he won't find a single feather..."

Old Liu ignored him and turned to leave.

As he passed the corner of the bar, he took a coin out of his pocket, as if he was about to make a phone call.

But his hand paused on the dial pad for a moment, then withdrew it and dialed another number instead.

The call connected, and a deep voice came from the other end.

"Feed?"

"it's me."

Old Liu's voice was very low, almost drowned out by the loud music in the bar, "There's something I need to tell you..."

He spoke very slowly.

"Yes, that's the new guy... Five days... He said it himself..."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a soft laugh.

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Lao Liu stood there stunned for a while, then straightened his collar and walked back to the bar as if nothing had happened.

Da Zhang was already asleep, snoring loudly.

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Apartment building in Tsim Sha Tsui.

After taking a shower, Chen Fan came out wearing loose pajama pants and sat on the edge of the bed with his shirt off.

After several enhancements, his body was no longer the lean and wiry thing it used to be.

The muscles are smooth and firm, creating a visually striking effect.

He closed his eyes and brought up the system panel; today was the day the store would automatically refresh.

[Shop is refreshing...]

New products are now available.

Chen Fan stared intently, and a line of golden text slowly appeared.

【Death Eye (Active Skill)】

[Effect 1: Significantly improves neural reaction speed; over a prolonged period, the host's dynamic visual acuity increases by 300%, and reaction speed increases by 100%.]

[Effect 2: Targets within the line of sight can be marked. After marking, the hit rate of the next shot is increased by 50%, and the bullet trajectory will be automatically corrected.]

[Cooldown time: None, but continuous use will lead to severe fatigue.]

Price: 500 Sin Points

Chen Fan paused for a moment.

He currently has exactly 500 sin points.

Without hesitation, I bought it immediately.

[Purchase successful. Please silently repeat "Activate" in your mind to use.]

"Activate".

He meditated in his heart.

The world changed instantly.

The leaves falling outside the window are suspended in mid-air, and every vein on the leaf is clearly visible.

The footsteps of pedestrians on the distant street were elongated into afterimages, and the expressions on everyone's faces were clearly visible.

"closure."

The world has returned to normal.

Chen Fan swayed slightly, bracing himself against the edge of the bed with one hand, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

He glanced at the digital clock on the wall; about a minute had passed, but the physical exertion was almost equivalent to seven or eight times a night.

It felt like something was being pulled out of my body; it wasn't exactly painful, but it was extremely uncomfortable.

After resting for most of the day, Chen Fan finally felt a little better.

He tried again, this time only lasting three to five seconds. He was still tired, but compared to before, it was within an acceptable range.

Chen Fan licked his slightly dry lips, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

For a gunman, a single second can determine life or death.

A few seconds of reaction time is enough for him to riddle the other side with bullets.

Not to mention it also has marking capabilities, which can correct ballistics.

Current Sin Value: 205

With not many sin points left, Chen Fan hesitated for a moment before clicking the refresh button.

[Consumes 10 Sin Points, Shop Refreshes...]

New products are now available.

New words appeared on my retina.

Bajiquan (Basic): 300 Sin Value

[Inherited learning: After purchase, the host will automatically master the basic power generation techniques, footwork, and practical applications of Bajiquan.]

[No practice required; the body forms the memory directly.]

[Note: Basic Bajiquan already possesses practical combat capabilities.]

Chen Fan took a deep breath.

It's another great item, but unfortunately I can't afford it.

However, once Tan Cheng's case is over, it should be ready to buy.

He turned off the system panel, lay back on the bed, and closed his eyes to rest.

Just then, the pager on the bedside table vibrated.

Chen Fan took it and saw that it was a message from Yue Huizhen.

"Ah Fan, my informant told me about your five-day case-solving as if it were news. What's with the Major Crimes Unit?! Maybe you should just go back to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau!"

Chen Fan stared at the screen for a few seconds, but didn't reply to the message. Instead, he tossed the pager back onto the bedside table.

This is outrageous.

The Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) is cracking down so hard now, yet some people still dare to defy the rules and commit crimes. They're truly fearless.

The O-Division guy hasn't been found yet, but some people on the Major Crimes Unit are already impatient.

But none of that matters.

Because he wasn't in it for the purpose of solving the case in the first place.

With this new skill, Tan Cheng's chances of making it back alive tonight are almost zero.

I checked the time; it was already 8 p.m.

Chen Fan put on his clothes and trousers, tucked the .38 pistol into his waistband, picked up his pager and sent messages to Song Zihao and Ma Jun respectively, telling them to get ready to start working.

Today wasn't all good news either. Earlier at the police station, he tried to apply for bulletproof vests and bullets.

The latter got it, but the former was rejected outright.

The reason is also very straightforward, just two words.

not enough!