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The next day, at the Central Police Station.

When Chen Fan pushed open the door of the Major Crimes Unit, several officers who were still on night shift were leaning against the wall smoking. When they saw him come in, they all nodded and greeted him.

"Good morning, Mr. Chan."

"morning."

Chen Fan nodded slightly, and without stopping, walked straight towards Uncle Biao's office.

After cracking two extremely dangerous major cases in a row, his status has visibly risen. The previous contempt and alienation have mostly disappeared, replaced by respect and admiration.

Compared to outsiders, police officers have greater respect for the strong, and status and position have little effect on frontline officers.

Chen Fan has proven himself, and now no one would consider him a newcomer.

outside the office.

Bang bang bang!

"Come in."

Uncle Biao's voice came from inside, sounding exhausted.

Chen Fan pushed open the door and went in. Uncle Biao was sitting behind his desk, with a small mountain of cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray in front of him.

He looked up, his gaze lingered on Chen Fan's face for a few seconds, and then he let out a long sigh.

"sit."

Chen Fan pulled out a chair and sat down, his back ramrod straight and his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Uncle Biao shook his head as he looked at him.

"Afan, how many people did you kill last night?"

"Fifteen."

After Chen Fan finished speaking, he paused and added, "Including Lin Hai and Johnny Wang, there are seventeen in total."

Uncle Biao was taken aback and didn't speak for a long time.

"Seventeen!"

His voice rose a few decibels, "Do you know how many ambulances made the trip to Wan Chai last night? The mortuary called, cursing, saying they didn't have enough freezers!"

"That's because their firepower was too strong, I—"

"Let me finish speaking!"

Uncle Biao raised his hand to interrupt, then took a deep breath.

"Afan, I'm not saying you did anything wrong. I know very well that if you hadn't fired last night, you and Yuan Haoyun would have died."

He spread his hands, looking utterly helpless:

"But could you please...please try not to shoot me in the head? Every time it's between the eyebrows, the forensic pathologist is almost traumatized. Couldn't you try shooting me in the shoulder? Or the leg? Do you have to kill me with one shot?"

Chen Fan was silent for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"Uncle Biao, I'll be more careful next time."

Uncle Biao looked at him with a very complicated expression.

Currently, the two most capable police sergeants at the Central Environmental Protection Agency are Chen Jiaju and Chen Fan.

The former were bold and aggressive, able to hold their own against vicious and ruthless bandits.

But it is precisely because of this personality that he rarely considers the consequences when he does things.

Chen Fan doesn't have any problems in this regard, but he's just too ruthless when it comes to killing.

Besides Ming Pao Weekly, many other newspapers have called him a "butcher detective," and even human rights organizations have called their headquarters to protest.

This is a complicated matter; that's just how abstract Westerners are. Uncle Biao can't do anything about it; he can only withstand the pressure.

Just like how Chan Ka-kui kept making mistakes, but his position steadily rose.

He cannot restrict Chen Fan because of external influences.

Otherwise, if something really happens, who will step up?

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."

Uncle Biao waved his hand, took out a document from the drawer, glanced at it, and then pushed it over.

"These are exemptions from the exam; the higher-ups have already approved them."

Chen Fan's spirits lifted upon hearing this.

"Am I getting promoted to inspector?"

"It's not that easy!"

Uncle Biao leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. "The deputy director personally inquired about your case. He said you are outstanding, highly capable, and a rare talent in the police force."

Chen Fan didn't respond, waiting for him to continue.

"But you've been a police officer for too short a time, and you've been promoted so quickly. You became a sergeant in less than a year after joining the force. This speed is rare in the history of the police force."

Uncle Biao said softly.

Chen Fan nodded without refuting.

He can now lead a team independently and give direct command, so there is no rush.

"So what the deputy director means is that you should accumulate experience for a while longer, solve a few major cases, and then you can be promoted naturally without anyone being able to say anything."

"I understand, I'm not in a hurry."

"Yes, that's good."

Uncle Biao laughed, stood up from his chair, walked around the desk to Chen Fan, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Now that we've finished discussing business, let's talk about something happier."

"Oh?"

"You handled this case brilliantly, and the higher-ups are very satisfied. You and your team are given three days off to rest and relax."

"Thank you, Uncle Biao!"

Chen Fan stood up, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Alright, alright, stop with the act."

Uncle Biao smiled and waved his hand, "Go back and rest well, and don't cause me any trouble."

"Yes, Sir!"

Chen Fan turned and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.

In the corridor, the morning light streamed in through the windows, illuminating the entire corridor.

He stood by the window, stretched, and took a deep breath.

The finishing work last night continued until four in the morning. Chen Fan only managed to doze off for two hours in his dormitory. His eyes were still a little sore, but thanks to his physical strength, he didn't feel too tired now.

As the early shift officers arrived at their posts, the phones rang incessantly.

"Good morning, Inspector Chan!"

"morning."

Chen Fan nodded all the way until he arrived at his small office.

There are already people inside.

Su Yulian was squatting in front of the filing cabinet organizing documents, her tight-fitting pencil skirt outlining a slightly exaggerated curve.

Hearing the door open, she looked up with a timid smile on her face.

"Inspector Chen is here?"

"Um."

Chen Fan glanced at it, felt his temper getting a little too strong, and immediately looked away.

He walked behind his desk, sat down, picked up the water glass on the table, and took a sip.

Su Yulian continued organizing the documents, and whether intentionally or not, her waist twisted a bit too much.

Not long after, a cacophony of footsteps and voices echoed down the corridor.

"Let me tell you, last night Brother Fan's shot blew that one-eyed guy's head off!"

Chili was shouting loudly, so loud that it could be heard even through the door.

"You weren't even there at the time, how did you know?"

The sound of curry followed closely behind.

"How come I didn't know? Ma Jun told me!"

"Did Ma Jun tell you that? He was at the front gate at the time, what could he have seen?"

"He heard it!"

Are hearing and seeing the same thing?

"you--"

The two pushed open the door while bickering, but immediately shut up when they saw Chen Fan sitting behind his desk.

Good morning, Brother Fan!

Chili stood at attention and saluted, her expression changing from excited to serious.

Curry followed behind and also saluted.

Ma Jun and Song Zijie walked in from behind. They were much more composed than Chili and Curry, but their excitement was undeniable.

"Brother Fan."

"Um."

Chen Fan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the group.

Fang Jiexia was the last to enter. She was wearing a white shirt, her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she had light makeup on her face. She looked quite energetic.

She walked into the office, her eyes met Chen Fan's for a moment, then quickly looked away and went to sit down in her seat.

"Everyone worked hard last night. Uncle Biao approved three days off, so please get some rest!"

"Really? Thank you, Brother Fan!"

"If anyone should thank someone, it should be Uncle Biao!"

"Brother Fan, shouldn't we celebrate tonight?"

Chili rubbed her hands together, her eyes sparkling.

"What are we celebrating?"

"Let's celebrate this resounding victory!"

Chili said matter-of-factly, "We took down the two biggest arms syndicates in Wan Chai in one fell swoop. Such a huge achievement, shouldn't we celebrate?"

"Celebrate your own celebration."

Chen Fan picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip.

"I want to go back to sleep."

He was in a hurry to look at the things in the mall, so he didn't have time to waste with me.