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

The next morning, when Chen Fan walked into the Major Crimes Unit's office, the atmosphere was noticeably different from before.

Those gazes came from all directions, carrying something subtle and complex.

Ma Jun followed behind him, his back ramrod straight, his gaze sweeping over those once sarcastic faces, a hint of barely suppressed smugness on his lips.

Song Zijie walked at the very back, his expression much more natural than yesterday.

Not long after, Uncle Biao came over from the other end of the corridor.

Upon seeing Chen Fan and the other two, a smile appeared on his face.

"How was your rest?"

"I'm ready to work anytime!"

Chen Fan immediately replied in a solemn voice.

Uncle Biao was clearly satisfied with this answer, which made him change his original statement.

In front of everyone present, he pulled out a file folder from under his arm and handed it over, saying loudly:

"The higher-ups are very satisfied with your handling of this case. This 10,000 yuan is a bonus awarded to you. We hope you will continue your efforts and bring more glory to our Royal Police!"

"Thank you, Uncle Biao!"

Amidst envious glances, Chen Fan accepted the prize money expressionlessly.

Ma Jun's face flushed with joy, and although Song Zijie was in a better state, he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

Compared to money, the honor itself is more attractive to them.

"Does anyone still have a problem with me letting Afan form a separate group?"

Uncle Biao looked around with a smile.

The officers from the Major Crimes Unit lowered their heads one by one; their former arrogance was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang has been suspended from his duties pending investigation, which serves as a wake-up call for them.

Whether you call it the fox mourning the death of a rabbit or the sorrow of its own kind, these old foxes don't dare to jump around anymore.

"Afan, come with me."

Uncle Biao didn't say much. Seeing that his men had given in, he gently patted Chen Fan's shoulder, signaling him to follow.

The two went into the office together, while Song Zijie and Ma Jun stayed outside.

"sit."

Uncle Biao sat down in his seat and opened the drawer to look for something.

Upon seeing this, Chen Fan had an idea and immediately went to sit down on the other side.

"This case was transferred from Wan Chai. Take a look."

"good!"

The office fell silent, save for the sound of documents turning.

After a while.

"Uncle Biao, I've finished reading it."

Chen Fan put down the documents and said with a serious expression, "My colleagues and I are very confident that we will bring the suspect to justice!"

"I have faith in you, but this needs to be done well."

Uncle Biao placed his hands on the table and said, "Yuan Haoyun is capable, but his approach to solving cases is still the old-fashioned style—rough and reckless, without considering the actual situation. Even if he solves the case in the end, it will still lower the image of our police force."

You absolutely mustn't follow his example!

"Uncle Biao, don't worry, I'll be careful!"

Chen Fan said seriously.

This case is related to the previous teahouse shooting. Because of Yuan Haoyun's recklessness, the Wan Chai Police Station's investigation, which had been going on for half a year, was abruptly terminated.

Many innocent people have died, the police complaint hotline is ringing non-stop all day long, and the newspapers are deliberately smearing the police.

If it weren't for Superintendent Li vouching for him last time, he wouldn't even be able to keep being a police sergeant, let alone wear a police uniform.

"Yes, you've proven your abilities, so of course I'm at ease."

Uncle Biao laughed, finding Chen Fan increasingly pleasing to the eye.

Competition within the Hong Kong police force is fierce these days, and the resources allocated to different police stations are largely tied to ability.

A good subordinate, especially someone at his level, gives him confidence and a sense of self-assurance, making him speak with more authority than others.

"Do a good job. If you can handle things well this time, I can apply for an exemption from the exam."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan's heart stirred.

He's a police sergeant now, and to be promoted to inspector, he has to pass an exam. If he can get exemption from the exam, it will save him a lot of trouble.

This means that if Chen Fan has enough merit, he can directly become a probationary inspector.

"Thank you, Uncle Biao! But... is this really alright?"

He was referring to the fact that he had only been a police officer for a short time.

Uncle Biao smiled mysteriously after hearing this: "Of course others have problems, but you don't. Alright, go and get ready. This case is quite complicated and dangerous, so act according to your abilities."

"Yes, sir!"

Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Chen Fan stood up, saluted, and left the office.

"How's Fan Ge? Did Uncle Biao say anything?"

When Ma Jun saw him come out, he immediately asked impatiently.

"They didn't say anything, but from now on we'll be a separate team, directly handling criminal cases."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "You don't need to worry about being sent back to the police academy."

"I knew you could do it, Fan-ge!"

Ma Jun excitedly pumped his fist, but quickly suppressed his smile.

"The curry and chili over there..."

"We have a new case this time, and we happen to be short-staffed, so I plan to transfer them over as well."

Chen Fan recounted the information he had just seen, saying, "Those arms dealers are extremely arrogant and have a lot of firepower. We need to be careful during this investigation."

Upon hearing this, Ma Jun and Song Zijie both nodded solemnly.

"So now..."

"Take your share first. I'll take four thousand of the ten thousand, and you two will each take three thousand."

"Thank you, Brother Fan!!"

Song Zijie and Ma Jun were both very happy.

Those who were secretly observing this area couldn't help but feel envious.

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Tsuen Wan.

Curry stuffed the last bite of pineapple bun into his mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a toad, and it took him a lot of effort to swallow it.

He unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, took a big gulp, and let out a long breath.

"I'm turning into a pineapple bun from eating pineapple buns every day!"

Chili leaned back in the passenger seat, clutching a crumpled newspaper in her hand—the Ming Pao Weekly from a few days ago.

The front page featured a photo of Chen Fan, wearing a dark gray suit and standing on the dock, with flashing police lights and cordon tape in the background.

"Look, look!"

Chili held the newspaper up to Curry and poked the photo hard with her finger.

"Fan is making waves in the Serious Crimes Unit, and Ma Jun, that violent freak, is living the high life too. And what about us? We're stuck in Tsuen Wan all day, eating pineapple buns and acting as human shields!"

Curry glanced at the newspaper, then turned her gaze back to the entrance of the tea restaurant in front of her.

"So what do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Chili crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it into the back seat.

"I want to make something of myself too! I want to be called 'commander' too! Look at Ma Jun, he holds his head high wherever he goes, you'd think he was an inspector!"

"If you can take on ten people at once, you can hold your head high."

Curry replied indifferently.

Chili was choked and speechless. After holding it in for a long time, she could only angrily pound the car door.

"Holy crap!"

Curry ignored him, her gaze fixed on the glass door of the tea restaurant.

This tea restaurant is located at the intersection of Texaco Road and Sha Tsui Road. The location is not particularly conspicuous, but it is well-connected with roads in all directions.

Big D comes here for dim sum every morning, rain or shine.

"Do you think Big D is stupid?"

Chili picked at her nails boredly. "Coming to the same tea restaurant every day, isn't he afraid of getting mobbed?"

"This whole Tsuen Wan area is his territory, who dares to block him?"

Curry said without turning his head.

"Brother Fan dares to do that."

Chili muttered something.

Curry was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Too."

Neither of them spoke, and the carriage fell silent, save for the old songs playing softly on the radio.

Time passed second by second, and the sun moved from the east to its zenith, making the car roof scorching hot.

Curry rolled down the car window a crack to let in the wind, which carried the smell of cooking oil from a roadside food stall.

Chili picked up the crumpled newspaper from the back seat, spread it out on her lap, and stared at Chen Fan's photo for a long time.

Do you think Brother Fan still remembers us?

"nonsense."

Curry, unusually, didn't argue with him. "If Brother Fan had forgotten about us, those guys from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau would have sent us back to the police academy long ago."

Chili felt that what he said made sense, so she sighed and waited patiently.

I don't know how much time passed, but the door of the tea restaurant was pushed open.

The two of them turned to look at each other simultaneously.

Big D walked out from inside, his collar open, revealing the thick gold chain around his neck.

Two henchmen followed behind him, one holding an umbrella for him and the other carrying a mobile phone.

Big D stood at the door, took out a cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth, and his henchman immediately took out a lighter and moved closer.

He took a deep breath, exhaled a cloud of white mist, and casually glanced across the street.

Curry and Chili both ducked down, tucking their heads below the car window.

A few seconds later, Curry slowly raised his head, revealing half of his eye above the steering wheel.

Big D didn't look this way; his gaze was fixed on the other side of the street.

A black Toyota Crown was parked there. The door opened, and a middle-aged man in a gray suit got out.

Young Master Lok?

Because of the distance, Curry and Chili didn't know what they were saying, but judging from the expression on Big D's face, it must have been a good thing.

Then the two got into their respective cars and drove together toward South Street.

"Hurry! Keep up!"

Chili was so anxious that she kept slapping Curry's thigh.

"Don't make a sound! I know!"

Curry started his car and followed behind Big D's car at a leisurely pace.

The two vehicles were about fifty meters apart, and everything seemed normal.

"Quickly call Fan Ge!"

Curry gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the black Mercedes ahead.

Chili pulled out her pager and quickly pressed the buttons while muttering to herself.

"Dou Na Xing, finally the turtle has come out of its hole!"

at the same time.

Chen Fan, who was eating with Ma Jun and Song Zijie, heard the call ring. After taking it out and looking at it, his expression immediately became solemn.

"What's wrong, Brother Fan?"

Ma Jun's mouth was stuffed full, making his speech somewhat unclear.

"There's something going on with Curry's side. The election with Luen Shing is about to end, and I guess some people are about to lose their temper."

Chen Fan put down the pager. "Eat first, then we'll go over. They're watching us now."

Ma Jun and Song Zijie exchanged a glance and simultaneously sped up their eating.