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

After receiving the information from Magellan, Chen Fan instructed Wang Jianjun to leave someone to watch over the place before leaving Yuen Long.

Instead of meeting up with Fang Jiexia and the others directly, he drove back to Tsim Sha Tsui.

It is clearly impossible to shake the mastermind hidden behind the scenes through normal means.

They might be discovered as soon as they show any intention to investigate.

Chen Fan didn't care, but he couldn't let the people around him get involved.

Therefore, we have to use other methods to do this.

Upon arriving at the apartment, Chen Fan first had Wei Jixiang bring him a new cell phone and a suit. Then, he opened the online store and began rummaging through the long list of miscellaneous items.

He quickly found what he was looking for.

[Mass Mask: 100 Sin Points]

[Can be changed to any voice]

Portable Camera: 30 Sin Points

[High-definition video quality, eight hours of continuous recording, includes four cassette tapes and a tripod.]

【Signal Ghost】

[Type: Consumable]

[Effect: Place the cassette tape inside the device and attach it to the back of any television set to forcibly overwrite the currently broadcast content of the target television station for up to thirty minutes.]

Price: 120 Sin Points

Chen Fan didn't hesitate and bought it directly.

The next second, three items appeared in the space.

The mask had a smiling face painted on it, with the corners of the mouth turned up and the eyes curved into two crescent moons. It looked quite festive, but if you stared at it for too long, you always felt that there was something else hidden in that smile.

The camera wasn't anything special; it was better than those on the market, but it was far from reaching the level of later generations.

Next comes the most important signal ghost.

This is a box about the size of a large mobile phone, with an internal space and a strong backing.

Its surface is etched with dark patterns resembling those of a circuit board, which shimmer with a faint blue light.

Just as Chen Fan was admiring the sights, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was a call from Peng Yixing.

"Afan, how's it going on your end?"

"There's been progress, let's meet up."

"Okay, the usual place."

Half an hour later, the gun club.

Peng Yixing was already waiting at the door.

Chen Fan got out of the car, and the two looked at each other without saying a word, then entered the shooting range one after the other.

"Tell me, what happened? Is Brother Bang still alive?"

"He's dead."

"What?!"

Peng Yixing's eyes immediately reddened, and he gripped his hair tightly with both hands. "Why did this happen!"

Chen Fan didn't say anything, but stepped forward and gently patted his shoulder.

"Afan, why don't good people get good rewards?"

"Then let the wicked get their just desserts. I've caught those guys red-handed. They're very powerful; they could be anyone you see with influence or power. A slight misstep could mean certain death for them. You..."

"I'm not afraid, let's do it together!"

Peng Yixing lowered his arms. "What did you find out?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan repeated Magellan's words and then explained his own plan.

Peng Yixing listened with increasing seriousness, but his gaze remained unwavering.

"Those guys are damned!"

"Rick, there are limits to how people behave. To deal with bad people, you have to be worse than them!"

"Yes! I won't hold back!"

"It's good that you know what I'm doing. I have something to do later, so I'll be going now."

"Where are you going? I'll go with you!"

"No need, I'll let you know when I need to."

Chen Fan shook his head slightly, then walked out of the gun club.

He was going to prepare a big gift for those guys.

......

Early the next morning.

The atmosphere at the Central Police Station was exactly as expected.

When Chen Fan pushed open the door of the Major Crimes Unit, he saw Uncle Biao standing in front of the whiteboard, his face looking like he had swallowed a fly.

On the table in front of him lay a freshly opened document, next to a half-cold cup of coffee, indicating he had been busy for a long time.

"Afan, you're here."

"Uncle Biao..."

"Sigh, the joint investigation has been cancelled. That matter has been handed over to the Flying Tigers. We are all focused on finding Dean Magellan."

"I see!"

Chen Fan nodded slightly: "I went to see many informants yesterday, but there was no news from the underworld."

"Good job! Keep up the good work and make sure we find them, even if it's just a corpse!"

Uncle Biao's eyes were bloodshot, and he had lost the momentum he had shown yesterday when he said he had to solve the case in one day. His whole demeanor was very low.

Chen Fan pursed his lips and silently apologized in his heart.

He returned to his office, where Fang Jiexia was standing at the door, her face still showing signs of fatigue.

"Inspector Chen, any progress on your end?"

Seeing Chen Fan, her expression brightened.

"No, what about you?"

"We have searched all the places around St. Mary's Hospital where people could hide, but we have no leads on any suspects."

"We're expanding the area today, I'll go with you!"

"good!"

Hearing this, Fang Jiexia breathed a slight sigh of relief and turned to call Chili and the others to gather.

Three minutes later, all team members gathered in the parking lot on the first floor.

"Today we need to expand our search and investigate all possible hiding places around St. Mary's Hospital, including abandoned factories, vacant shops, parking lots, and warehouses. We must not miss a single one."

If you discover any suspicious activity, do not act on your own; report it immediately.

"clear!"

Several people responded in unison.

"Set off."

Chili and the others filed out and got into two cars, heading towards St. Mary's Hospital.

at the same time.

In the control room of TVB, the largest television station in Hong Kong, a man in gray overalls is routinely checking the signal of the morning program.

He picked up his coffee, took a sip, and glanced at the row of monitors in front of him.

Suddenly, the screen on one of the monitors flickered.

It wasn't the flickering caused by signal interference, but rather the frames being replaced one by one.

The footage of the morning news anchor, which was originally playing, was suddenly torn open from behind the curtain.

The man in overalls froze, put down his coffee cup, and leaned forward.

The image stabilized.

But it wasn't footage from the morning news.

A dimly lit room appeared on the screen, with exposed cement walls and a swaying light bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting flickering light throughout the room. In the center of the image was an iron cage.

A man was curled up in the cage.

When the camera zoomed in and captured the person's face clearly, everyone in the control room was stunned.

Magellan!?

The director of St. Mary's Hospital, whom the entire Hong Kong police force is searching for, is currently curled up in a dog cage.

"What the hell is this?!"

Someone shouted in the control room, but no one answered.

A person appeared in the picture.

He stood in front of the cage, his back to the camera, wearing a dark gray suit.

Suddenly, he turned around, and a smiling mask appeared before everyone's eyes.

In normal circumstances, it would actually be quite funny.

But in this dimly lit room, in front of the old man huddled in the cage, that smile seemed incredibly eerie.

Good morning, fellow citizens of Hong Kong.

The voice behind the mask had a slightly metallic quality, making the feeling even more intense.

"My name is V!"