I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"What...what kind of work?"

Zhao Yihang opened his eyes groggily, his vision still a little blurry. But when he saw Wu Hanfeng standing by the bed, he instantly became more alert and sat up with a start.

"Brother Feng? What's wrong? What happened? Is there a mission?"

When Brother Feng woke him up to work in the middle of the night, it was obvious he was up to something!

Zhao Yihang instantly perked up, and even his heartbeat quickened.

Having been in the special operations squad for so long, he knew Wu Hanfeng's methods all too well—when Brother Feng said "get to work," it meant someone was going to be in trouble.

Wu Hanfeng said, "Change into your military police uniform, bring hidden cameras, and I'll take you to ransack the place!"

Zhao Yihang's eyes lit up instantly, and he almost cried out, but quickly covered his mouth.

ransacking the house?

Is Brother Feng going back to his old ways and using his identity as a military police officer to cause trouble again?

He knew it! Feng was so calm during the day, he must be holding back a big move!

The special operations platoon's dormitory was eerily quiet late at night, with only the sounds of snoring echoing through the room.

After a day of continuous 10-kilometer and 400-meter obstacle courses, the group was completely exhausted.

Qian Kun snored like an old-fashioned tractor, while Sun Dawei, drooling, was glued to his pillow, probably dreaming of braised pork knuckles made by the cooks. He didn't even wake up when the bed shook a couple of times.

The remaining soldiers slept even more soundly, as if they had been drugged and rendered unconscious; they felt they had to get enough sleep before anything else, even if the sky were to fall.

Wu Hanfeng took off his combat backpack.

Zhao Yihang saw Wu Hanfeng squatting on the ground, taking things out like he was opening a treasure chest.

First, he pulled out two pairs of neatly folded spare training socks, then pulled out an unopened pack of compressed biscuits, and then pulled out a black bag wrapped in three layers of waterproof cloth.

As the zipper was pulled down, a glimpse of the navy blue uniform was revealed, and the silver-gray metallic sheen made Zhao Yihang's eyes widen.

"Holy crap..." Zhao Yihang's voice trembled as he poked the hard helmet. "This...this is the military police uniform? Did Brother Feng hide it here? I thought you didn't bring it!"

"Otherwise what?" Wu Hanfeng pulled out his uniform and shook it. "If it were out in the open, these team leaders and squad leaders would have taken it away long ago. Hurry up and change, and don't make a sound. It wouldn't be fun if you woke up those sound asleep."

Zhao Yihang's hands were shaking. He struggled to put the uniform collar on his head, looking like a middle school student who had secretly put on adult clothes. He tried to fasten the belt three times but couldn't get it right.

Looking at Wu Hanfeng, his movements were incredibly swift. He took off his training uniform and threw it on the bed, then quickly put on his military uniform.

As soon as the silver-gray helmet was fastened on his head and the chin strap clicked into place, Zhao Yihang was completely stunned.

"What are you standing there for? Put on your helmet, put your ID away, and grab your notebook."

"Oh, oh, oh!" Zhao Yihang hurriedly tidied up, his heart pounding like a rabbit.

He had only heard He Dong say how imposing Feng Ge looked in his military police uniform, that even the regimental commander and political commissar had to give him some leeway. Today, he was finally able to see it for himself.

And the thought of going out in the middle of the night to catch those old veterans is thrilling.

The motion-activated lights in the corridor turned on with each step, and the silver helmet gleamed coldly in the dim light.

Even from a dozen meters away from the recreation room, you could hear faint chatter coming from inside.

Wu Hanfeng didn't knock. He placed his fingertips on the wooden door frame and gently pushed it open with a soft creak.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Four faces turned around at once, eight eyes staring intently at the two silver helmets at the door, the snacks in their hands hanging in mid-air, and even the chewing motion in their mouths stopped.

Liu Zhen had half a spicy snack in his mouth, and didn't even notice that oil had dripped onto his clothes.

Cao Meng held up the Coke can, mouth to mouth, bubbles overflowing.

He Yong was hurriedly stuffing peanuts into his clothes when he spilled them all over his pants.

Song Yizhou, who was on the far side, still had his feet on the table.

The four men's faces turned pale instantly, their eyes filled with terror.

Finished!

A night patrol by the military police in the middle of the night?

If we get caught red-handed and the matter is reported to the division, we'll be skinned alive!

Liu Zhen forgot to chew the spicy snack in his mouth, his heart pounding as he wondered whether to quickly hide the snack or apologize first.

Then he saw two people walk two steps forward from the doorway, the light above shining on their faces. He looked closely and almost choked.

Wu Hanfeng?

Is that Zhao Yihang next to him?

Liu Zhen's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled back into his stomach, followed by a surge of anger at having been tricked.

"I thought you were some kind of deity, putting on a show in the middle of the night. Wu Hanfeng, what are you two doing dressed like that? So, what you meant by 'transformation' is turning into military police? Do you think we'd believe that? If you're feeling dramatic, go back to your dorm and act it out, don't scare people here."

Cao Meng slammed the Coke can on the table: "You scared the hell out of me! I thought the police were really here—where did you two get those outfits? Costumes? They actually look pretty convincing."

He Yong brushed the peanut shells off his pants, his face full of disdain: "Wu Hanfeng, that's enough. You act all serious on the training field during the day, and then you pull this stunt at night? You think you can scare us just by wearing a military police vest? You weren't even in the army when I was a military police officer."

Song Yizhou finally put his feet off the table, leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and looked at Wu Hanfeng with a half-smile:

"Wu Hanfeng, I admit your outfit is decent. But that's enough. You've made enough noise in the middle of the night, go back to sleep. You still have five kilometers to go tomorrow. If you go back now, I can pretend this never happened."

The four of them chatted amongst themselves, but no one took it seriously.

On the training team's territory, they were the rule.

No matter how well a trainee dresses like a military police officer, what kind of trouble can he possibly cause?

Wu Hanfeng didn't say anything, but silently took out a black ID holder from the inner pocket of his uniform, slapped it open, and handed it directly to Liu Zhen's eyes.

Liu Zhen's words came to an abrupt end.

He saw the words on the document clearly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Military Inspector of the Garrison Command, Wu Hanfeng."

Below the name is a line of small, gold-embossed text: Directly under the Military Police Section of the Garrison Command.

On the left is Wu Hanfeng's ID photo. The person in the photo is wearing the same dark blue uniform and looks at the camera with an indifferent gaze.

On the right side are the garrison's seal and anti-counterfeiting watermark. When the light shines on it, the watermark reflects a faint blue light.

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed, and it was all the more clearly heard in the deathly silent room.

The smile on Liu Zhen's face gradually disappeared.

He reached out his hand, wanting to take the document and examine it closely.

Wu Hanfeng flipped his wrist, put the ID back in, and tucked it back into his inner pocket.

"Did you see clearly?" Wu Hanfeng turned to Cao Meng. "Captain Cao, would you like to take a look too?"

When Cao Meng met Wu Hanfeng's emotionless eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He Yong pointed at Wu Hanfeng, his voice trembling, "You..."

"What's wrong with me?" Wu Hanfeng turned to him. "Squad Leader He, what year were you a military police officer? Which unit were you in? Maybe we can even discuss seniority."

He Yong's face twitched violently, and his eyes darted around frantically.

He's never been a police inspector.

That was just bragging; who knew it would backfire so badly on the true god?

Song Yizhou's relaxed, half-smiling expression had vanished, replaced by disbelief.

"Wu Hanfeng, are you really a military police inspector?"

"You saw the identification." Wu Hanfeng patted his chest pocket. "It's directly under the Military Police Section of the Garrison Command, the serial number is verifiable, and the official seal is authentic. Do you need me to give you the serial number?"

Song Yizhou: "..."

Liu Zhen said in a deep voice, "Since you are a military police officer, why are you here as a trainee?"

Wu Hanfeng said, "Who told you that military police officers can't receive training at the training camp?"

Liu Zhen: "..."

Wu Hanfeng's gaze returned to the pile of snacks on the table. "The four of you were just eating snacks and drinking beverages here. Gathering for a meal after lights out, doesn't that violate the camp's management regulations?"

"This doesn't count as a get-together—"

"Cola, chrysanthemum tea, braised beef, braised duck wings, milk candy, beef jerky..."

"Six kinds of food, four kinds of drinks, and four people gathered together in the recreation room after the lights were turned off to eat."

"If this isn't a dinner party, is it a military exercise?"