I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

At the main gate of the Fierce Tiger Armed Police Detachment, Wu Hanfeng's camouflage-painted Cheetah SUV stood forlornly on the side of the gate.

Just then, another Cheetah with the same camouflage pattern drove up from a distance.

"I told you to slow down, there's no use in rushing. Wu Hanfeng may be a scoundrel, but he knows his limits. If he really gets into a conflict with the armed police, he won't suffer any losses."

"Know what he's got? He doesn't know anything!" Li Cuicui said irritably. "This guy's like a firecracker, he'll explode at the slightest touch."

"What kind of temperament do those armed police special forces have?"

"They're all experts who prove their worth through combat. If he goes in alone, what if a fight breaks out..."

As she spoke, Li Cuicui sighed deeply again, "I'm afraid he might go too far and really beat up the armed police. Then the political commissar and I would have to come over and apologize to him."

Zhao Longman gave a faint, bitter smile: "Apologizing is a small matter. If this really escalates to the garrison area, our regiment will be at the bottom of the conduct evaluation again this year. We were already penalized for conduct issues last year, and if this happens again this year, I'd like to see how you, the regimental commander, write your year-end summary."

"Write what? At worst, I'll just put his name on it and say that he did it all by himself, and that it has nothing to do with me."

Li Cuicui was stubborn, but she didn't let go of the accelerator and drove the car very fast, clearly more anxious than anyone else.

As they were talking, the car turned the last intersection, and the gate of the Fierce Tiger Detachment suddenly appeared before them.

Li Cuicui glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw the dilapidated Cheetah motorcycle next to the gate. She paused for a moment, thinking to herself:

The Armed Police vehicle is really old and worn out. It's been wrecked like this and they're still driving it. They're being far too frugal.

But as the car drew closer, the license plate, the car model, and even the faint scratch on the side of the car door—the one he had made while backing up last time—looked increasingly familiar to him.

"Um?"

Li Cuicui's heart skipped a beat, and she slammed on the brakes.

"squeak--"

A screeching sound of brakes rang out, and Zhao Long's head nearly hit the windshield.

"Old Li, are you crazy! Can't you brake gently?"

Chen Zhiyuan also stumbled forward, his forehead almost hitting the back of the seat in front of him.

But Li Cuicui didn't hear him at all. Her eyes were fixed on the broken car outside the window, and she was completely frozen.

Three seconds later, he pushed open the car door, forgetting to even pull the handbrake, and stumbled and rushed over.

"My car—!"

The shout was heart-wrenching, like someone had lost their own son, so much so that the armed police officers on guard duty at the gate instinctively gripped their batons tighter.

Li Cuicui rushed to the front of the car, her hand trembling as she reached out to touch the half-dangling front bumper. The moment her fingertips touched it, the piece of plastic wobbled and almost fell off.

He gasped, pulled his hand back as if he'd been electrocuted, and quickly reached out to steady it, afraid it would really fall to the ground and break.

"My original front bumper... I just applied for a new one from logistics last week..."

He muttered to himself, then moved closer to the headlight, looking at the spiderweb-like shards of glass, his heart aching so much that his lips twitched.

"My headlights! I had someone bring them over from the provincial capital, original halogen bulbs! I usually don't want to use high beams, afraid of burning out the bulbs, and you just smashed them to pieces!"

He walked around the car, and with each step, his heart sank a little lower.

The right fender is dented into a hole the size of a washbasin, and the paint is scraped off in streaks, revealing the gray primer underneath.

The hood bulged up with a huge bump, like it had been kicked hard by a donkey.

Even the lower right corner of the windshield has a thin crack that spreads outwards like a spider web.

The trunk door was also slightly crooked, with one side of the gap larger than the other, clearly deformed by the impact.

Li Cuicui circled the car three times, her heart growing colder and her liver aching more with each look.

How much does he cherish this car?

I never use ordinary rags to wipe the car; I buy special deerskin cloths that are so shiny you can see your reflection in them.

I only fill up with PetroChina's 92-octane gasoline, because I say that the fuel from private gas stations damages the engine.

When inspecting the company, they are reluctant to drive fast, and the engine speed never exceeds 2,000 RPM, saying that a stable idle speed is good for the engine.

Even when Zhao Long wanted to borrow a car to pick up an old comrade-in-arms, he hesitated for a long time, repeatedly telling him to drive slowly and not to scratch the car, as if he were marrying off his daughter.

The results of it?

I lent it to Wu Hanfeng for half a day, less than six hours in total, and it's turned into this mess?

"Wu Hanfeng...you little brat..."

Li Cuicui gritted her teeth, spitting out each word through the gaps between her teeth, the veins on her forehead throbbing.

"Did you drive my car into a tank? Huh? Or did you go head-to-head with a heavy truck? Do you think this is an armored vehicle?"

Zhao Long also strolled over slowly, circled the car, and exclaimed in amazement, "Wow, Lao Li, this car looked brand new this morning, but after just one afternoon, it looks like a battle-hardened vehicle that just came off the battlefield. It has quite a story to tell."

"Story my ass!" Li Cuicui whirled around, her eyes red. "This is my car! My precious darling! I only lent it to that kid for half a day, and he messed it up like this! I'll skin him alive!"

Chen Zhiyuan followed behind, his neck hunched, barely daring to breathe.

He silently mourned for Wu Hanfeng for three seconds.

It’s over.

Old Wu has really gotten himself into big trouble this time.

The old company commander valued this vehicle more than his own life, but it ended up being a total wreck. He'll probably get a beating from the Seven Wolves (a car brand) and, more likely, a lash from the old company commander himself, with his belt soaked in cold water.

"What on earth did he do? How could he wreck the car like this?" Li Cuicui paced back and forth angrily. "I told him to drive slowly when he was on duty in the city, and what did he do? Was he racing someone?"

"Did he slam the fugitive against the wall while they were arresting him?"

"Don't panic, maybe it was a collision during a mission," Zhao Long advised. "The military police frequently check for fake military vehicles. What if a fake military vehicle violently breaks through the checkpoint and crashes into us? That's beyond their control."

"You violently ran the checkpoint? That doesn't excuse you from wrecking my car like this!"

"Couldn't he have just moved aside? Why did he have to go head-to-head? Is he a military police officer or a suicide squad member?!"

That's what he said, but he also knew in his heart that if they really encountered a fake military vehicle trying to break through the checkpoint, Wu Hanfeng, with his personality, would absolutely not let them pass.

But reason is reason, and heartache is heartache.

The thought of his beloved car suffering such a terrible fate made him furious.

"Let's go! We need to find that kid first!" Li Cuicui rolled up her sleeves and stormed into the camp. "When we find him, I'll make him lick my car clean! If he doesn't fix it, he won't get a single penny of his allowance this year!"

He took a couple of steps, then stopped, turned back for one last, reluctant look at his beat-up car, muttering, "I'll settle the score with you when we get back... my car..."