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

After leaving the hospital, Chen Fan said goodbye to Wei Jixiang.

He had arranged to meet with Lok Wai-ching for tomorrow, and since he had nothing else to do, he drove back to Tsim Sha Tsui alone.

But before they even arrived at their destination, their phone rang.

"Feed?"

"Brother Fan, where are you?"

Fang Jiexia's voice was somewhat excited.

"Just finished my business and I'm about to go back to sleep."

Chen Fan yawned. "What's up?"

"Come over here, I'm in Mong Kok, I need to look after someone for you."

"Who is it?"

"A very good shooting coach."

Fang Jiexia paused, as if choosing her words carefully, "It's incredibly impressive. I've never seen marksmanship like that before, it's simply... well, you'll see when you get here."

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow.

It's truly rare to hear someone as arrogant as Fang Jiexia say such things.

Send me the address.

"Okay, hurry up!"

The call ended, and a few seconds later a text message came in with the address of a shooting club in Mong Kok.

Chen Fan checked the time; it was 3 PM. After he finished watching, he could go back for lunch.

He turned onto a side road and drove towards Mong Kok.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of an inconspicuous commercial building.

The exterior walls are gray cement, and the sign is not eye-catching. If it weren't for the sign at the entrance that says "Gun Club", you would never know that there is a shooting club hidden here.

As Chen Fan pushed open the door, a faint smell of gun oil wafted towards him.

A young woman in uniform was sitting at the front desk. When she saw him come in, she gave him a professional smile.

"Hello sir, do you have an appointment?"

"I'm looking for someone."

As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, Fang Jiexia came out from inside.

She was wearing a black sports T-shirt today, with her hair tied in a neat ponytail, and she looked much more energetic than when she was at the police station.

"Brother Fan, over here!"

Fang Jiexia led him through a corridor and pushed open a soundproof door.

Inside is a standard IPSC shooting range.

The lights illuminated the entire area as bright as day, and various bunkers were arranged in a well-organized manner within the firing range.

Oil drums, low walls, window frames, car models—behind each of these bunkers were several target positions.

There is only one person in the venue at this moment.

He stood at the starting point of the shooting, with his back to the door. He was tall and slender, wearing a dark blue shooting uniform and a tactical belt full of magazines hanging from his waist.

"Rick, they're here."

Fang Jiexia called out.

The person turned around.

Chen Fan saw his face clearly.

He looked to be in his early thirties, with deep facial features, high brow bones, slightly sunken eye sockets, and a calm gaze like a mirror.

Rick, and he's into guns, so it can't be wrong.

Peng Yixing, the villain in Gun King!

However, it seems he hasn't yet become the gun-obsessed madman he became later on.

"Officer Chen looks younger than he does in the newspaper."

Peng Yi walked over, his gaze sweeping over Chen Fan from head to toe, finally settling on his waist.

Chen Fan didn't bring a gun today; his clothes were completely empty underneath.

Do you know me?

"I read about Officer Chen's case in the newspaper."

Peng Yixing said softly, "Your gun is not only fast, but also very accurate. Interested in a match?"

"Now?"

Chen Fan turned to look at Fang Jiexia, who smiled somewhat embarrassedly, then clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture.

"As long as Officer Chen agrees, you can come here to play anytime, for free."

Peng Yixing also said with a smile.

"it is good."

Chen Fan finally agreed.

He also wanted to see where his current limits were.

"I'll time you!"

Fang Jiexia immediately shouted.

At this moment, she was no longer the aloof girl she was in the police station; she was now just a girl who had encountered something interesting.

Peng Yixing walked over, pulled a competition pistol from its holster, twirled it in his hand, pointed it downwards, and handed it to Chen Fan.

Chen Fan took it and examined it carefully.

This is a heavily modified competition pistol. The barrel is longer than a standard pistol, the grip has anti-slip pads, and the trigger guard has been enlarged.

"I've never used this kind of gun before."

"Don't worry, it'll definitely be better than your .38."

Peng Yixing smiled slightly, "I specifically revised it."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to the starting point of the shooting, pulled a fully loaded magazine from the magazine pouch on his waist, and pushed it into the chamber with a click.

"Officer Chen may not be familiar with the IPSC rules, and we don't need to strictly follow them. So, you just need to clear the target positions in the field as quickly as possible."

After Peng Yixing finished speaking, he took a deep breath and began to get into the zone.

Fang Jiexia, timing with a stopwatch, shouted, "Start!!"

The moment those two words landed, Peng Yi took action.

His movements were incredibly fast.

Drawing the gun, loading it, aiming, and firing—the entire process was smooth and fluid, without a single unnecessary movement.

The first target position, the two bullets hit the head, and the points of impact almost overlapped.

boom!boom!

boom!boom!

boom!boom!

The gunshots were so frequent they sounded like popping beans.

Once the last target was hit, Fang Jiexia pressed the stopwatch.

"Rick, you're faster again."

She exclaimed in surprise.

Peng Yixing didn't show much expression upon hearing this; he simply turned to look at Chen Fan.

"It's your turn."

Chen Fan weighed the gun in his hand, then walked to the spot where he had been standing.

"start!"

Fang Jiexia looked expectant and called out loudly.

But what happened next was beyond her expectations.

Chen Fan's movements were completely different from Peng Yixing's.

He appeared very composed, yet every movement was incredibly precise and without the slightest pause.

Every time a target appears, the gun barrel is already aimed at it, as if it can be predicted in advance.

boom! boom! boom!

If Peng Yixing's gun is like a rapid drumbeat, then Chen Fan is like a rhythmic musical score.

Despite being an act full of violence, it somehow manages to display an unparalleled sense of beauty.

Fang Jiexia was completely mesmerized.

As the last target was hit, Chen Fan put down his gun and turned to look.

"Who's winning?"

"I lost."

Peng Yixing took a light breath and stepped towards the target.

Looking at the almost identical bullet wound locations, he was momentarily speechless.

"Brother Fan, you're amazing!"

Fang Jiexia quietly reset the stopwatch, preventing Peng Yixing from seeing the time.

"Rick, what do you think?"

Peng Yixing had calmed down by now. "I have a question I'd like to ask Officer Chen."

"explain."

Chen Fan's words were concise and to the point.

He just used Death's Eye, and the effect was as expected, almost flawless.

"As far as I know, the police's primary goal should be to subdue criminals, right?"

Peng Yixing asked softly, "Why, Officer Chen..."

He pointed to the bullet mark between the eyebrows of the target, his meaning already clear before he finished speaking.

"Personal habits."

Chen Fan smiled slightly: "You'll understand when your goal becomes people."

Peng Yixing froze on the spot.