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

Chapter 92 The War Has Only Just Begun (One more chapter to be released this afternoon)

The images on the television screen continued to play.

The camera was moved away by a hand wearing a black glove, and focused on the mottled cement wall of the warehouse.

Viewers on screen saw only a gray-white scene, but could hear muffled hitting sounds and screams coming from all around.

Chen Guibin's chopsticks froze in mid-air as the bowl of spicy beef noodles in front of him steamed.

His eyes were fixed on the screen, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

Chen Fan picked up the bowl of noodles, used his chopsticks to pick up a strand of noodles, blew on it, and then put it in his mouth.

"Don't rush, it'll get even more exciting later."

The camera finally turned back.

Several gasps of surprise rang out simultaneously in the noodle shop.

Hou Shaorong was still hanging upside down on the beam, but his face was no longer recognizable.

Especially the mouth, it's completely rotten.

Fresh blood kept gushing out from the broken gums and torn mucous membranes, flowing down the bridge of the nose and into the eye sockets.

"Waaah... Stop hitting me! I'll tell you whatever you ask!"

V stood in front of him, tilting his head, the curve of the smile on his mask looking particularly eerie in the dim warehouse light.

He picked up his gloved hand and slowly wiped away the few drops of blood that had splattered on his cuff.

"Did I even ask? And what else can you possibly answer me?"

V took a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket, on which were written a series of names.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the camera.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please ensure a quiet environment while watching the next segment!"

"The following is a list of those who have been involved in organ trafficking through the St. Mary's Hospital network in the past five years."

Recorded personally by Dean Magellan, each entry includes the date, amount, and participants.

I'll read out a few names; listen and see if any of them look familiar.

"First place."

V's voice traveled through the airwaves to every corner of the port city, into every television set that was turned on, and into every pair of eyes watching the screen.

"Police Commissioner Lawrence!"

boom!

Chen Guibin slammed his chopsticks on the table. Before he could rush over to turn off the TV, the screen flickered a few times and then turned into static.

"Someone simply turned off the TV signal."

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Chen Fan.

But they found that the latter did not show any disappointment.

"Don't you think it's a pity? You meticulously planned a performance, only to have it end before it was even finished."

"Ha, but I've already achieved my goal, haven't I?"

Chen Fan smiled slightly: "Look around you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Guibin suddenly realized that something was off about the atmosphere in the noodle shop.

A young man sitting on the right slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"Damn it, those bastards are all the same!"

Not only him, but even the elderly noodle shop owner showed a similar expression.

Chen Guibin took a deep breath and understood the meaning behind Chen Fan's words.

He sat down again and ate the noodles in big mouthfuls.

"Those who have seen the light cannot accept the darkness."

Chen Fan had finished his noodles. He pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth and smiled, "The real show is just beginning. It would be really boring if they gave up so easily."

Chen Guibin remained silent, only focusing on eating his noodles.

However, he vowed in his heart that he would find evidence and capture Chen Fan.

The facts were just as Chen Fan had guessed.

the next day.

None of the newspapers that should have been giving extensive coverage to the Hou Shaorong incident published similar news.

Instead, an article about V was published in conjunction with it.

Oriental Daily News, Sing Tao Daily, Industrial Daily News, and even Ming Pao, which has always claimed to be neutral, all had the same tone on their front pages and headlines.

The titles may differ, but the meaning is the same.

Behind the mask is a madman, not a hero.

The True Face of V: ​​The Performance of Antisocial Personality

"The rule of law does not tolerate vigilante justice; so-called trials are nothing more than a fig leaf for violence."

Chen Fan spread several newspapers out on his desk, his gaze sweeping over the lines of printed text, a faint, almost imperceptible, cold smile playing on his lips.

He had already read the report once.

It was nothing more than a few so-called criminal psychology experts, sociologists, and senior lawyers taking turns to dissect V's personality.

They say he has typical antisocial personality disorder, and that his so-called justice is nothing more than an excuse for his violent tendencies.

Each article has only one meaning.

V is not a hero, he is a madman, a criminal, and a malignant tumor that must be eradicated from the rule of law society of Hong Kong.

The person in charge of all this is very clever; he doesn't follow the rhythm at all, but instead seizes the initiative.

First, nail V to the label of madman.

Then, we need to get authoritative endorsements and have public figures who carry weight in the hearts of citizens speak out.

Let's downplay this issue from another perspective.

As for the names Magellan gave up? And the things Hou Shaorong was forced to say during his kidnapping?

These are important, and at certain times, enough to bring down a person in a high position of power.

But it's not that important, because in this land, there are far too many people who have to break through their limits just to survive.

So what if the people in power are corrupt? Life still goes on.

Of course, Chen Fan did not intend to achieve success in one go. He had already obtained enough evidence, and all he needed to do next was to target and eliminate the people involved in the organ smuggling case.

As for other things, they're not that important.

Just then, footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Yuan Haoyun strode in.

He was clutching a newspaper in his hand, his face looking like he had just swallowed a dead rat.

"What the hell kind of bullshit article is this!"

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He slammed the newspaper onto the table, the force so great that it overturned Chen Fan's pen holder, sending several pens tumbling across the table.

I won't comment on whether that V is crazy or not, but that bastard Hou Shaorong definitely has something wrong with him!

His son is studying in the UK, and the tuition and living expenses cost hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars a year. With his meager salary, where would he get the money?!

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"Death is the greatest tragedy."

Chen Fan picked up the pen holder without any hesitation. "The case isn't progressing right now, and we don't know what Inspector Li will say."

"If you ask me, we've been heading in the wrong direction from the very beginning!"

Yuan Haoyun spat out the toothpick in his mouth: "If they were investigating the case so openly and honestly, anyone who wasn't an idiot would probably have run away by now."

"Perhaps Inspector Li had already split his forces into two groups, using us as sticks to cut the grass, so that the snakes could emerge from elsewhere."

After thinking for a moment, Chen Fan laughed and said, "Forget it, we don't need to worry about these things. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."

"Damn, isn't that a waste of time!"

Yuan Haoyun complained, then asked, "By the way, where are the two people on your team?"

"Inspector Chan has left the task force, and Inspector Fong is busy with other matters today and should not arrive until the afternoon."

Chen Fan stacked the newspapers on the table one by one. "And you? How was it working on the case with Inspector Liu?"

"What else can be done? Scholars are good at talking, but when it comes to actually doing things, they're clueless."

Yuan Haoyun snorted lightly, his expression full of disdain.