I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"Wu...Wu Hanfeng?!"

The cigarette in my hand almost fell onto the blanket.

He caught it in a flurry of activity.

"You...you're dressed like this...you...what happened to you...?"

Qin Gang rose from private to major and battalion commander.

I have seen countless storms and waves.

But he swore that no scene had ever left him speechless and mentally blank like this.

A soldier who was a trainee under him during the day—

No, this guy wasn't disciplined at all during the day.

His squad leaders and platoon leaders took turns trying to subdue him, but none of them could do anything to him.

Right now, this guy is wearing a military police uniform and standing at his room door in the middle of the night.

He looked at the instant noodles on his bed and the cigarette in his hand with an extremely polite yet extremely irritating gaze.

Qin Gang's mind raced as he tried to untangle the mess.

Wu Hanfeng is a trainee, which is clearly written on the roster.

A second-term sergeant recommended by the Third Regiment, a veteran who enlisted four times.

But the outfit in front of me isn't a costume, it's not cosplay.

Within the entire military and police system stationed in the city, no one dared to wear this uniform and swindle people.

Impersonating a military police officer will result in being directly court-martialed.

There is only one conclusion.

Wu Hanfeng is indeed a military police officer.

By day they are trainees, by night they are inspectors.

What kind of magical realism setting is this?

"Captain Qin." Wu Hanfeng took a step forward and entered the room.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway were shut off, and the room went dark again.

Only the small bedside lamp emitted a dim, yellowish light.

Qin Gang subconsciously hid the enamel bowl behind his back.

He then realized how stupid his action was—the bowl was half full of spicy soup, the air was thick with the smell of instant noodles, and he was holding a cigarette in his hand.

What's the point of hiding a bowl?

"Captain Qin, stop hiding."

Wu Hanfeng pointed to the instant noodle bag on the bedside table, and then to the cigarette in his hand.

"It smells like pickled pepper beef. And the cigarettes are Hongtashan, right? They taste pretty authentic."

Qin Gang's lips twitched.

Silently, I wanted to stub out my cigarette in the ashtray.

Wu Hanfeng reached out and stopped him.

"Don't rush to extinguish it. The deed's already done; whether you extinguish it or not, the evidence is right here."

He pulled his ID card holder out of his pocket, slapped it open, and handed it to Qin Gang.

"Captain Qin, would you like to see my identification?"

Qin Gang did not answer.

The photo on the ID is of Wu Hanfeng, and the serial number is clearly visible.

The stamp reflects a cold light under the lamp, and the anti-counterfeiting watermark is clearly visible.

Fake certificate?

Even if you gave him ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to think in that direction.

"No need to look anymore."

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, sat up straight, and took a deep breath.

Try to make yourself look less disheveled.

"Are you a military police officer?"

"Directly under the Military Police Section of the Garrison Command, on secondment."

Wu Hanfeng carefully put away the documents:

"We usually train at our original unit, and when we have free time we come out to patrol. We correct military bearing and discipline, and catch those who violate rules and regulations."

"Today I'm a student during the day, and tonight... well, I'll be working overtime."

I'll work overtime.

Qin Gang almost choked.

You call checking my room in the middle of the night "working overtime"?

You're working overtime, fine, but what's with spending the whole day on the training field?

A military police officer from the three branches of the armed forces came to the training unit to become a cadet.

He even said with an innocent look, "I'm here to learn."

Who would believe that?

"So you were here during the day today..." Qin Gang's voice was a little hoarse.

"I really came here to learn during the day," Wu Hanfeng said sincerely.

"Captain Qin, don't overthink it. I came to the training team to participate in the core training; being a military police officer is just a part-time job."

"We'll train exactly as we're supposed to during the day, without any hesitation."

"But when it's break time..."

As Wu Hanfeng spoke, he pointed to the prohibited items:

"Smoking in the dorm after lights out requires registration according to regulations. Hiding instant noodles and an electric kettle—"

"Electric kettles are considered high-powered appliances, and they're not allowed in the training team's dormitories. You know that better than I do, right?"

"Instant noodles? The food management regulations state that all food other than regular meals must be stored in a unified manner. Even though you're the team leader, you still have to follow the rules—"

"Everyone is equal."

"You said those four words yourself this afternoon."

"I'm a person who values ​​rules the most, and you should know that best during the day."

Qin Gang gave a wry smile.

Of course he knew.

During the day, Wu Hanfeng is so well-behaved that he doesn't seem like a soldier at all.

What a wonderful concept of equality for all!

I'm waiting for you here!

He said these four words to the entire brigade during the day.

Who would have thought that in less than twelve hours, those four words would come crashing back down on his own head?

The trainees he had tried to intimidate during the day were dressed in military police uniforms.

In his own dormitory, right in front of him, they hurled insults back, word by word.

Qin Gang looked down at his situation.

These four words were etched into his mind from the very first day he joined the army.

But he always used it on other people.

He served as the battalion commander in the training team for so many years, and the amount of contraband he handled could fill a warehouse.

Tobacco, alcohol, snacks, poker, and video game consoles—I've seen it all.

Every time he found contraband on a trainee, the trainee would turn ashen-faced and bow his head to confess.

He was long accustomed to the superior, judgely perspective.

Today, Wu Hanfeng brought a bunch of food to report for duty. He thought there was something wrong with this soldier, so he confiscated it all without saying a word.

He then turned around and distributed the tasks to several team leaders and squad leaders.

The results of it?

He himself was also breaking the rules.

I smoked a cigarette, ate instant noodles, and used the kettle.

The three things combined are more comprehensive than the mistakes made by the trainees.

At least the trainees will not cook instant noodles in an electric kettle after lights out.

They might sneak a couple of bites of cold braised food in bed at most.

"Okay," Qin Gang said in a hoarse voice, "I agree."

"Comrade Wu Hanfeng, you tell me, how should we handle this?"

Wu Hanfeng opened his notebook, the pen tip hovering above the paper.

"Captain Qin, smoking, eating instant noodles, and using a kettle are three violations. According to regulations, you will receive a public reprimand."

"But we're in the same training unit now. You're the battalion commander, and I'm a trainee. You train me during the day, and I discipline you at night—"

"To be honest, I quite like this kind of equal and mutually supportive relationship."

Equality and mutual assistance.

Qin Gang's lips twitched again.

You call this equality and mutual assistance?