I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

The office building of the division's disciplinary team was not large.

It has three floors.

The first floor houses the duty room, equipment room, and vehicle dispatch room; the second floor contains offices, archives, and meeting rooms; and the third floor comprises dormitories and study rooms.

Normally, this building is one of the most tense places in the division headquarters.

When ordinary soldiers pass by the gate, they will subconsciously check whether their hat brim is straight and whether their top button is fastened.

When government officials see a patrol car parked at the entrance, they will instinctively check their pockets to make sure their mobile phones, identification documents, and car keys are in the designated locations.

When the members of the disciplinary squad walked out, they stood ramrod straight and looked straight ahead.

Let alone ordinary non-commissioned officers.

Even some battalion and company officers have to be polite and cooperative when they encounter their routine inspections.

But today, things seem a little different.

An inspector who was organizing patrol records in the duty room was the first to hear footsteps outside.

Lots of people.

Their steps weren't very synchronized.

The first three people walked stiffly, the middle two had strangely small strides, and a large group of training team cadres followed behind them.

He looked up in confusion and glanced out the window.

next second.

His eyes widened suddenly.

"Wow!"

"What's wrong?" asked a police inspector who was drinking water nearby.

The person by the window didn't answer, but instead raised their hand tremblingly and pointed outside.

The inspector who was drinking water looked in the direction he was pointing.

puff!

The half-mouthful of water I had just taken a sip of sprayed directly onto the glass.

"Three...three-army military police?"

The shout caused an uproar on the entire first floor.

The people in the duty room all stood up at once.

Two military police officers who were checking equipment in the equipment room also poked their heads out.

At the end of the corridor, a sergeant who was about to go to the toilet suddenly turned a corner and rushed to the mirror on the wall to straighten his hat.

There was also a military policeman who was tying his shoelaces. When he heard the words "military police," he forgot about tying his shoelaces and jumped up.

As a result, her right foot stepped on her left shoelace.

He had just taken a step when he suddenly knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Who's here?"

Which level?

"Why wasn't there any notification?"

"Is this a temporary inspection?"

"Quickly check the duty roster!"

"Is the equipment room door closed properly?"

"Are all the body cameras charged?"

"Has yesterday's patrol video been uploaded?"

The once quiet office building was turned into chaos in the blink of an eye.

Just moments ago they were sitting and drinking tea, but the moment they pushed their teacups away, they immediately stood at attention.

I just put the hat on the table, grabbed it, and put it on my head.

One person was so in a hurry that he didn't even realize he was wearing his hat backwards. He stood up straight and asked others with a serious expression how his military bearing looked.

The person next to him stared at the cap badge on the back of his head, which was facing forward, and remained silent for two seconds.

"Very innovative."

"What do you mean?"

"Your hat is on backwards!"

The man's expression changed, and he quickly readjusted himself.

The military police usually enjoy checking other people's military appearance and discipline.

But when the military police, who were actually in charge of the inspection, appeared at the door, they discovered—

So this is what it feels like to be examined!

Soon, more people could see the line outside clearly.

Leading the way were Zhao Zhiqiang, Sun Ming, and Li Wei.

All three were familiar faces in the division's disciplinary squad.

But today, the way the three of them were walking was very strange.

My shoulders are tense.

His head was slightly lowered.

Sweat beaded on his forehead.

It didn't look like it had completed a mission and brought people back; it looked more like it had gone out to catch mice and ended up bringing back two tigers.

Behind the three were two men wearing silver helmets and military police uniforms.

One of them was a bit older.

Although his stride was ridiculously small, his back was straight, his expression was calm, and he was fully equipped with standard gear.

The other one was younger, holding a law enforcement record book, and his chest device was working.

Following them were Qin Gang, the battalion commander of the training team; Liu Zhen, the captain of the first squadron; and Han Song, Du Hong, Song Yizhou, He Yong, and others.

This lineup sent chills down the spines of the entire disciplined squad.

"What's going on?"

"Why are the military police and the training contingent here together?"

"Weren't Squad Leader Zhao and the other two supposed to go to the training camp to call for reinforcements?"

"Did we just happen to run into the inspection team?"

"No way?"

"What a coincidence?"

A military police officer who knew Zhao Zhiqiang leaned out the window and whispered, "Look at the face on Squad Leader Zhao's face."

"His face was still flushed when he went out."

"Now she's so white, it looks like she's been rolled in flour."

"Things are definitely not that simple."

Someone suddenly noticed Wu Hanfeng.

"That military policeman in the middle looks kind of familiar to me."

"It looks familiar too."

"Was this person on the list of wounded soldiers that the medical team sent over yesterday?"

"Wu...Wu something again?"

"Wu Hanfeng!"

"Yes, it's Wu Hanfeng!"

The corridor fell silent.

The inspectors looked at each other in bewilderment.

The absurd chase that happened yesterday had already reached the police force.

A trainee named Wu Hanfeng ran out of the training field carrying dozens of kilograms of weights.

Qin Gang and Liu Zhen led their men in pursuit.

The three officers intercepted them on the way.

In the end, the trainee fainted, and the battalion commander and company commander also fainted.

Eight people moved into the sanitation team's accommodation.

now--

Wu Hanfeng, who should have been wearing a cadet training uniform and resting in the medical team, was actually wearing a military police uniform and walking towards their police team.

"No way..."

"Is Wu Hanfeng a military police inspector?"

"So, what were Squad Leader Zhao and his men chasing yesterday...?"

"Stop talking."

"My back feels a little cold."

at the same time.

The team leader's office is on the second floor.

Liu Bo had already heard the commotion downstairs.

He frowned and glanced at the time.

Based on the distance traveled, Zhao Zhiqiang and his two companions should be back by now.

But why is it so chaotic outside?

Isn't it just bringing back a few people from the training team to explain the situation?

As for all the shouting and yelling?

Does it even resemble a disciplinary team anymore?

Liu Bo tidied up the materials on the table.

The left side shows yesterday's patrol log.

The relevant regulations are on the right.

There were also several blank examination papers in the middle.

His plan was simple.

First, find out what happened.

Wu Hanfeng publicly insulted and provoked the instructors. If he had shown a proper attitude, he would have to write a 5,000-word self-criticism.

If the attitude is not correct—

Let him correct his attitude first, and then write a 5,000-word self-criticism.

As for Qin Gang, Liu Zhen, and others, they were, after all, cadres of the training team.

We should still give them the face they deserve.

However, yesterday's refusal to cooperate with the police and forcibly breaking through the interception area also requires a formal explanation.

Rules are rules.

No one, regardless of who they are, can ignore the normal duties of the disciplinary inspection team.

Thinking of this, Liu Bo stood up.

He walked out of the office with his hands behind his back, his face serious and his steps steady.

As soon as they arrived at the second-floor corridor, they saw Zhao Zhiqiang and his two companions leading people into the office building.

Liu Bo cleared his throat.

"Captain Qin, Captain Liu."

As he walked downstairs, he said with a stern face, "I have a general understanding of what happened."

"Although yesterday's situation was special, the military police were conducting a normal inquiry, and you should not have refused to cooperate."

"Especially when someone verbally abuses or provokes the police at the scene."

"The impact is very bad."

As he spoke, he had already reached the lobby on the first floor.

Qin Gang, Liu Zhen, and the others were all standing there.

Liu Bo nodded to Qin Gang first.

Then he looked at Liu Zhen.

Then, his gaze passed over the two men and landed on Wu Hanfeng and Zhao Yihang.

The sound stopped abruptly.

The serious expression on his face froze in that instant.

Silver helmet.

Black duty uniform.

Military Police insignia.

Law enforcement equipment.

Standard ID card holder.

Nothing is missing.

Liu Bo blinked.

He seemed to doubt that he had seen it wrong.

He read it again.

It's still the military police.

And he recognized one of the faces.

Although I had never met him in person before, yesterday's situation report included Wu Hanfeng's basic information and photo.

That's the face!

Liu Bo's pupils dilated little by little.

The hands that had been behind my back unconsciously came down.