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

The Tsukamoto Group is financially powerful and is a powerful force that has crossed the river from abroad.

With the president dead, the protective forces will certainly be strengthened again.

Therefore, even though Chen Guobang was very tempted by Chen Fan's proposal, he did not agree immediately, but said he needed to make some preparations.

With his police officer status, he was able to legitimately enter and exit some key areas of the Tsukamoto Building.

That's how they succeeded in assassinating Kenji Tsukamoto.

Chen Fan didn't urge him, but let Chen Guobang do his work.

Anyway, Uncle Liang has already been sent to a nursing home, and only he knows the address. In addition, Crocodile is also going to run away now, so there is much more time than in the original plot.

At 8 p.m. that evening.

Chen Fan had just returned from Ruan Mei's house and was about to go out for a stroll when he received a call from Fang Jiexia.

"Brother Fan, are you free right now?"

"What's wrong?"

Rick said he'd like to invite you to dinner, but if you're not available, I'll decline.

"I just finished eating, what does he want?"

"I don't know. Rick is a very arrogant guy. He must really admire your marksmanship, but he's also too proud to admit it, so he probably used this excuse..."

Fang Jiexia chuckled on the other end of the phone.

"Tell him to wait for me at the gun club."

After considering various options, Chen Fan decided to meet with Peng Yixing.

"Brother Fan agreed? Can I come over?"

"The holiday is ending tomorrow, and with so many assassins arriving in Hong Kong, are you still in the mood to join in the fun? Hurry up and prepare the data; I need a list of all the assassins tomorrow!"

"oh..."

Fang Jiexia was a little disappointed, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

"Brother Fan, could you please use that commanding tone with me more often in the future?"

"Get lost!"

Chen Fan was left speechless, both amused and exasperated, and hung up the phone immediately.

Fang Jiexia's words reminded him that he hadn't gone to see the psychologist yet, and he needed to hurry up in order to avoid trouble from the internal affairs department.

As I drove downstairs to my car, the night breeze blew in through the window, carrying the chill of early autumn.

The journey from Tsim Sha Tsui to Mong Kok isn't long, but there was quite a bit of traffic at this time, so it took almost half an hour to get there with frequent stops and starts.

The commercial building where the gun club was located had lost its daytime liveliness; the entrance roller shutter was mostly pulled down, leaving only a gap wide enough for one person.

Chen Fan parked his car and pulled over, only to see a person squatting at the entrance.

As they got closer, Peng Yixing's handsome profile became visible under the light.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw Chen Fan, then immediately stood up.

"Inspector Chen!"

"Just call me Afan or Brother Fan."

Chen Fan smiled slightly and offered him a cigarette. "Jiexia said you were looking for me?"

Peng Yixing's expression was different from when they last met.

That composure and tranquility were gone, replaced by something indescribable.

It was like confusion, yet also like some kind of suppressed excitement.

"How...how can I reach your current level?"

It was clear that he hadn't been doing well lately; his face looked particularly haggard in the dim light.

"My level of attainment?"

Chen Fan countered with a question.

"Um!"

Peng Yixing nodded emphatically: "I've fired over three thousand rounds of ammunition, using the same gun, at the same distance, but I've never been able to do it as calmly as you!"

He looked at his hands and remained silent for a moment.

"You said that I would understand when my goal is to become a human being."

He raised his head, and something seemed to be churning in his usually calm eyes.

"Afan, I want to know, what did it feel like the first time you fired a gun?"

"It's hard for outsiders to tell you this kind of thing unless you experience it yourself."

Chen Fan stood at the intersection of the lights, half of his body hidden in the shadows, the other half illuminated by the light and shadow.

"I..."

Peng Yixing wanted to say something about murder being illegal, but as the words were about to come out, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"Rick, do you know about Seraph? It's been making a huge fuss lately."

Chen Fan said softly, "There are many people in this world who cannot be punished by law. They have great power and can control the rules of the game. But as long as they are human, they are just moving targets in front of bullets."

"You...Avan, you are the Seraphim?"

Peng Yixing's eyes widened, and he looked somewhat agitated.

"Of course not, but I know him, and I also know that his next target is Kenji Tsukamoto's son."

Chen Fan gently shook his head: "Rick, from the first moment I saw you, I knew you would be my friend."

"I am honored."

Peng Yixing suppressed his pounding heart: "Can I be involved in this?"

"Can."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "How about I contact you again when he makes his move?"

"Okay! I'll appear before you in my best condition!"

Peng Yixing nodded emphatically.

After exchanging phone numbers, Chen Fan followed him into the shooting range and once again demonstrated his incredible marksmanship.

Peng Yixing watched with rapt attention.

He was proud, and also pure.

In other words, it's a very useful knife.

.....

.....

the next day.

Inside the Central Environment Agency.

Uncle Biao is furious.

When Chen Fan arrived, he saw Chen Fan cursing loudly at several plainclothes officers.

"You managed to lose such an important clue, and now you have the nerve to come back and face me?!"

"Uncle Biao... that big gang has gone into the walled city, we can't get in..."

"You dare say that? Why did he end up in the walled city? Wasn't it because you bunch of good-for-nothings gave him the opportunity!"

Uncle Biao's chest heaved violently with anger, and when he turned his head, he saw Chen Fan.

"Afan, you're here... come in with me."

Chen Fan nodded, glanced at the men who had been scolded, and then went into the office with them.

He locked the door behind him and asked with a hint of curiosity, "It's rare to see you so angry, Uncle Biao. What happened?"

"well..."

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because Uncle Biao got angry as soon as he did. "About the robbery at Fugui Gold Shop last month, those people had already given themselves away, but now we've alerted them, and the case is probably in jeopardy."

"When investigating a case, there are always unexpected events."

Chen Fan offered a word of comfort, "By the way, I'd like to apply for a search warrant for the Tsukamoto Building..."

"no."

Uncle Biao refused without even thinking about it.

"The Tsukamoto Group has good relations with many members of parliament and also has connections with the director, so they can't just search the premises."

"Hmm? I saw Inspector Chan Kwok-pong lead people in yesterday. Didn't he have a search warrant?"

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow.

"You mean Old Chen? He's different."

Uncle Biao explained, "He has been in the police force for more than 20 years. If we count his merits, he would have been a senior superintendent long ago, but he didn't want to be promoted and insisted on staying on the front line."

Many of our officers are his former comrades, so of course he can apply for it.

"I see, I understand."

Chen Fan nodded slightly: "Is there anything else? If not, I'll go get back to work."

"That brat uses people only when he needs them, and discards them when he doesn't!"

Uncle Biao chuckled and scolded, then continued, "Don't say I'm heartless for not going on your last date. I'll give you another day off once things calm down. Oh, and this too!"

As he spoke, he took a very thick envelope out of the drawer.

"Use the prize money from the last arms case to buy some nice clothes. Every time I see you, you're dressed in all black. Young people should wear brighter colors."

"I'm handsome, so I look good in anything!"

Chen Fan took the envelope, weighed it in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face.