I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

The truck had just exited the highway and was preparing to accelerate onto the national highway.

The driver, Lao Zhou, was chatting with Da Liu in the passenger seat about how much money they would get after this trip when they suddenly heard a horn blaring from behind.

A camouflage SUV caught up in the rearview mirror.

Old Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly tensed up: "Holy crap! What's going on? A military vehicle?!"

Big Liu panicked and quickly stuck his head out: "No way? Isn't this license plate a real one? All the documents are there, how could they recognize it?"

"How should I know!"

"What should we do? Should we stop or not?"

"Stop! We have to stop!" Da Liu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "If we don't stop, we'll be exposed! We have all the necessary documents, we're in uniform, and we'll just insist that we're from the division headquarters' logistics department hauling supplies. They might glance at us, but they won't see anything wrong. Don't panic, act convincingly!"

"Okay, okay!" Old Zhou slowly stepped on the brakes and gradually pulled over to the side of the road.

He had just come to a stop when Wu Hanfeng's car blocked the front of the truck.

He Dong, seeing the truck's massive cab so close, said nervously, "Squad leader, you're parking so close! What if it lunges forward?"

"Charge? He wouldn't dare." Wu Hanfeng unbuckled his seatbelt, picked up his ID and put it in his pocket. "If he really dares to charge, that would be a premeditated attack on police officers, enough to put him in jail for three to five years. Come on, let's get out and inspect the goods."

The two of them got out of the car.

"Huh? Why are you dressed casually?"

When Da Liu saw Wu Hanfeng and He Dong, he was taken aback.

"Could it be that they aren't soldiers either, but colleagues?"

"It's hard to say," Old Zhou said. "But they could have come out in civilian clothes. Don't forget, it's the weekend. Many soldiers go out in civilian clothes."

The two were talking in hushed tones when Wu Hanfeng and He Dong walked over.

Wu Hanfeng walked to the truck's cab, saluted the two men, and then showed them his military police badge.

"Greetings, comrades. We are the military police of the garrison."

"Routine inspection. Please show your military officer ID, military vehicle registration certificate, vehicle dispatch order, and the letter of introduction for this material allocation."

Upon seeing the four red characters "Police and Military Police" on a white background, along with the bright red seal of the garrison district, a flicker of panic flashed in Lao Zhou's and Da Liu's eyes.

The two men originally thought they were just local traffic police or ordinary military police from various divisions and regiments, easy to fool, but they never expected that they were actually military police from the military region's garrison area!

This is much harder to deal with than ordinary military police!

Since they dared to do these things, they must have done their homework long ago.

Knowing how difficult these military police are to deal with.

But the two of them were seasoned veterans; they panicked for a second but quickly regained their composure.

Old Zhou and Da Liu quickly pushed open the car door and jumped out. Both of them were wearing faded training uniforms with lieutenant ranks pinned to their shoulders, and they really looked like veteran soldiers.

Old Zhou, with a smile on his face, proactively extended his hand: "Oh, so you're a leader from the garrison! My apologies! I have all the identification, I'll get it for you right away."

Old Zhou turned around and climbed into the driver's seat. After rummaging around for a while, he pulled out a stack of documents and handed them to Wu Hanfeng.

They had red military officer ID cards, military vehicle registration certificates, and neatly printed vehicle dispatch orders and material introduction letters.

The bottom right corner is stamped with a bright red official seal, looking very professional, even more so than the real thing.

He Dong picked up the documents and flipped through them, his brows furrowing.

To be honest, he thought it looked pretty real; it had a stamp, a photo, a serial number, and everything else. There was no flaw in it at all.

He looked up at Wu Hanfeng, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

Wu Hanfeng didn't even take the stack of documents. He just looked the two of them up and down, then suddenly pointed at Lao Zhou's shoulder and laughed:

"Lieutenant, you've got quite a unique way of wearing your epaulets."

"A lieutenant's insignia points towards the collar, and yours is almost touching your shoulder. You're an officer now, how can you wear your epaulets backwards?"

Old Zhou was startled and quickly looked down, his expression changing slightly.

I was in a rush to leave this morning and hurriedly put on my epaulets backwards; the stars were all crooked towards my elbows.

His face flushed, and he quickly reached out to pick it, chuckling awkwardly.

"Oh dear, look at my memory! I was so busy loading the truck this morning that I didn't even notice what I was wearing. Please excuse me, comrade."

"Are you overwhelmed with work?" Wu Hanfeng raised an eyebrow and pointed to the truck's front bumper. "What about the serial number? Regular military vehicle serial numbers are in Song typeface, but yours is almost in bold, and the characters are even a size larger than the standard ones."

"What, do you guys spray-paint the serial numbers on your division's logistics vehicles yourselves?"

Old Zhou's smile froze even more: "This... this was scratched during the last mission, and it was repainted at the regimental headquarters. Maybe the soldier who did the painting wasn't very skilled, so the spraying wasn't quite up to standard."

"Clumsy?" Wu Hanfeng scoffed, took two steps forward, and pointed to the tarpaulin on the truck bed. "Clumsy is one thing, but transporting military supplies, and there's not even a military insignia on the tarpaulin?"

"They just covered it with a tattered green cloth; anyone who didn't know better would think they were hauling a truckload of smuggled goods."

"Well... we left in such a hurry that we didn't have time to print the labels on the tarpaulins."

Da Liu quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, "Comrade, these are all internal military matters, and the supplies are all camp property and equipment, they're not worth much, so there's no need to look at them, right? We still have to rush back to report, or the military leaders will scold us if we're late."

"In a hurry to report back?" Wu Hanfeng looked at them with a half-smile. "Fine, you can leave if you want. Then tell me, which division and regiment are you from?"

"What's the name of the head of the logistics department? Who approved this allocation of supplies? Please provide the unit number and the approver."

The moment the question was asked, the two of them were speechless.

Old Zhou opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

He vaguely remembered the unit number, but how would he know what the head of the logistics department was called!

He's just an illegal transporter; he has no idea about the intricacies of military affairs.

Liu, quick-witted as ever, immediately made up a story: "My... our section chief's surname is Zhang! His name is Zhang Jianguo! He personally approved this mission!"

"Zhang Jianguo?" Wu Hanfeng chuckled, shaking his head with a laugh. "Zhang Jianguo? I think you've watched too many TV dramas. I've never heard of this Zhang Jianguo before!"

One sentence directly exposed the lie.

Old Zhou and Da Liu's faces turned pale instantly, their eyes darting around, no longer daring to meet Wu Hanfeng's gaze.

He Dong finally realized what was happening, and his confidence instantly returned. Pointing at the carriage, he shouted, "Enough nonsense! Lift the tarpaulin! We need to inspect the goods! Since it's barracks maintenance supplies, what's wrong with taking a look?"

"No, no, no!" Old Zhou quickly stepped forward, secretly pulled Wu Hanfeng aside, and took out a wad of cash from his pocket and stuffed it into Wu Hanfeng's hand.

"Boss, please be lenient! It's just a small token, please buy me a pack of cigarettes."

"This is our first time. We're poor, just trying to make a living. Please be kind and let us off the hook. We promise we won't do it again!"