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The next day at noon, Chen Fan was awakened by a series of beeping sounds from a pager.

He helped write the report last night and didn't rest until six in the morning.

Uncle Biao very considerately gave him two days off, and also subtly hinted that there was a bonus for this matter, and the amount seemed to be quite substantial.

He didn't care much about that, but he still really enjoyed having a holiday.

When Chen Fan woke up, he picked up the pager and saw many congratulatory messages from acquaintances, as well as a message from Yue Huizhen reminding him to read the newspaper.

This woman's pen has never disappointed.

But that's not the most important thing right now.

After quickly washing up, Chen Fan eagerly opened the system.

First, regarding attribute points, after some thought, he chose stamina.

After all, for men, endurance is key.

1.2→1.7!

A warm current surged from deep within my body, as if something was flowing in my blood vessels.

Chen Fan moved his limbs and could feel his body becoming lighter.

His current attributes are:

Power: 1.9

Speed: 2.3

Endurance: 1.7 (1.2 + 0.5)

Reaction: 1.3

Next up is the online store.

[List of Products in the Mall]

Bajiquan (Basic): 300 Sin Value

[Intermediate Medical Kit: 120 Sin Points]

[Firearms Mastery (Advanced): 150 Crime Points]

[Miscellaneous items: flashlight, band-aids, a piece of firewood, medicated oil...]

[Refresh Cost: 10 Sin Points/time]

Ignoring the useless stuff, Chen Fan directly acquired the Bajiquan he had long admired.

Purchase successful - Bajiquan (Basic)

[Inheritance-based learning begins...]

Countless memories of martial arts training surged through my mind, and the muscles all over my body began to ache and heat up.

Chen Fan clenched his fists, feeling an unprecedented power flowing through his body.

It's not brute force, but what old boxing masters called "whole-body power," which originates from the soles of the feet, is transmitted through the waist and hips, and finally converges in the fist.

He opened his eyes and punched the air.

call--

The force of the punches sent a low whistling sound through the night sky, as if something had been torn apart.

Chen Fan looked down at his fist, veins bulging, his hand even larger than before.

He took a step back and assumed a horse stance.

The shoulders are relaxed, the elbows are dropped, the chest is slightly concave, and the back is straightened—every detail is just right.

Stick close to the mountain!

Chen Fan silently chanted in his mind, and his body suddenly slammed to the right.

boom!

The shoulder hit the wall with a dull thud, and a dent appeared on the originally smooth wall surface.

Chen Fan moved his shoulders and felt only a slight soreness, but no pain.

If that had hit someone, they would have broken several bones.

He exhaled, straightened up, and continued looking at the mall.

[Firearms Mastery (Advanced) - 150 Crime Points]

We need to buy this too.

Although Chen Fan's marksmanship is now very accurate, it is mostly due to the enhancement of the Death Eye skill.

If you encounter situations where your skills are on cooldown or you're running out of stamina, your shooting skills become more important.

buy.

[Purchase Successful - Weapon Mastery (Advanced)]

Another surge of heat rushed in, this time concentrated in the hands and eyes.

All sorts of knowledge about handguns flooded my mind.

Ballistic correction at different distances, lead calculation for moving targets, aiming rhythm when switching between multiple targets, and even differences in trigger travel and weight between different brands of pistols.

Chen Fan raised his right hand, making a gun-gripping gesture, and lightly tapped his fingers twice.

He could feel that his understanding of guns had deepened.

If before I was shooting based on instinct and intuition, now I truly understand the trajectory of each bullet.

[Current sin value remaining: 405]

Looking at the remaining goods, he realized that medical kits and the like were already in stock, and since he hadn't been injured yet, he wasn't considering them.

Refresh!

Once, twice, three times... ten times!

Chen Fan's face was as sour as a durian in the refrigerator.

I spent a whole hundred dollars, and it turned out to be all useless junk.

Forget it, I'm not doing it today.

He got dressed and prepared to go out for something to eat.

After going downstairs, Chen Fan saw the newsstand on the street corner. Remembering Le Huizhen's reminder, he walked over there.

"Boss, Ming Pao Weekly."

The newsstand owner was a young man in his thirties. He had a somewhat large head and a somewhat familiar face, but his eyes kept darting around, and he didn't dare to make eye contact with people.

Chin Ka-lok?

Images flashed through Chen Fan's mind.

"You're lucky, this is the last one for today."

The newspaper owner tossed a copy over.

Chen Fan did not take it, but instead took out his police officer's identification.

"I'm Sergeant Chan Fan from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB). Kid, when did you start selling newspapers here?"

"Oh, I see, Sir!"

The young man immediately stood up. "I was just released and I'm planning to sell newspapers honestly. That's not illegal, is it?"

It really was him!

Chen Fan immediately understood.

"Selling newspapers is certainly not illegal."

He picked up the Ming Pao weekly magazine. "Your nickname is Big Head, right? A few years ago, you took the blame for Big B and went to Stanley. How come you came out not only without becoming a gang leader, but also reformed?"

"I'm no longer involved in the underworld!"

These words seemed to hit a nerve, causing a rather strong reaction from Da Tou.

Chen Fan smiled slightly. The mission hadn't been triggered, so he wasn't interested in this short mule.

After throwing down a few banknotes, he held them under his arm.

"You can't just leave the martial world whenever you want. Remember my name, and come find me when you're desperate."

Big Head sat on the stool without saying a word.

Only after Chen Fan had walked away did he pick up the money that had been left on the magazine.

Wait, what was that constable's name again? Chen Fan?

Thinking of today's newspaper, a thought stirred within him.

the other side.

Chen Fan held a pineapple bun in one hand and a newspaper in the other, his eyes constantly scanning the newspaper.

The front page of Ming Pao Weekly has always been reserved for important political news. Although the Tam Sing case is not small, it does not qualify for the front page.

But the entire second edition is like that.

The title, written in bold black font, reads: "Dockside Gunfight: Police Rising Star Solves Another Major Case."

Smaller subtitle: "The Demise of Tan Cheng's Criminal Gang: Exclusive Interview with Police Officers at the Scene"

Lok Wai-ching described the gunfight at the dock last night in a thrilling manner.

From Zhang's rash actions leading to casualties, to Tan Cheng's men suppressing the attack with firepower, to Chen Fan firing several shots at a critical moment to kill Tan Cheng and his men.

Every detail is just right, highlighting heroism without exaggeration.

An editor's note was added at the end of the article:

"It is understood that this is the fourth time this year that Officer Chen Fan has been featured in this newspaper."

From a trainee officer in Sham Shui Po to a sergeant in the Central Crime Squad, this 22-year-old has written one of the most legendary promotion stories in Hong Kong's police force in recent years, through five bullets and countless charges.

After reading the entire article, Chen Fan's lips curled into a slight smile.

In this year, simply focusing on solving cases wasn't enough. Although every police officer was under the jurisdiction of the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC), it was common for people to steal credit and erase their own contributions.

The saying "a higher-ranking official can crush you" is no joke.

But with Lok Hye-jung's pen, the situation changed.

Chen Fan didn't care what outsiders thought.

As the saying goes, a mediocre person is never envied.

He wants the credit, he wants the fame, and he wants the system rewards too!