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Twenty minutes later.

Office of the Captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Zhao Gang was holding an enamel mug with the words "Serve the People" printed on it, just about to take a sip of hot tea to moisten his throat.

"Bang!"

The office door was kicked open.

Lin Yue rushed in, clutching a thick stack of A4 papers, and slammed them onto Zhao Gang's desk.

Zhao Gang's hand trembled, and two drops of hot water splashed onto the back of his hand.

He grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands and said with a speechless expression, "Comrade Lin Yue."

"Is your door-opening method, like a demolition crew, intended to force the bureau to renovate?"

Lin Yue ignored that, and pointed heavily at the papers: "Captain Zhao, take a look at this."

"All the evidence of crimes committed by Zhang Chengwu's group."

"From the time and place to the location where the body was dumped, even the flow of funds and the list of thugs."

"Clearly and completely, without any omissions."

Zhao Gang paused, his hand holding the teacup still.

He put down the enamel mug and reached out to pick up the two pieces of paper on top.

My gaze swept over the black writing on the paper.

As he watched, Zhao Gang's back straightened without him even realizing it.

The fingers gradually tightened.

The edges of the paper were pinched and wrinkled.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Lin Yue and Yang Guang, who was following behind her.

The breathing rate increased significantly.

"Where did this information come from?"

"Did you steal it from Zhang Chengwu's safe?"

"Even if Zhang Chengwu were keeping the accounts himself, he couldn't possibly have gone to such lengths to expose every detail!"

Lin Yue's chest heaved violently: "It was Zhang Chengwu's own son, Zhang Xu, who wrote the accusation letter."

There was a deathly silence in the office for five seconds.

Zhao Gang rubbed his temples and glanced at Yang Guang beside him.

Yang Guang coughed and said, "Well, Zhang Xu's spirit came to my house last night."

"This child has a high level of awareness."

"Knowing he had made a mistake in his lifetime, he cried and begged in the middle of the night to report his own father."

"We couldn't stop them."

Zhao Gang stared at Yang Guang's harmless high school student face.

Seeing that Yang Guang had said so, he no longer doubted the authenticity of the information.

Instead, he grabbed the landline phone on the table and pressed a shortcut key: "Everyone assemble!"

"Major Crimes Unit and SWAT Team, load up in vehicles and stand by in the lobby on the first floor within five minutes!"

"Notify the forensic team and the Economic Crime Investigation Division."

"Request a citywide arrest warrant and block all exits from the city!"

"Today I will uproot Zhang Chengwu, this malignant tumor, completely!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Gang swiftly began putting on his tactical vest. He turned to Lin Yue and said, "Lin Yue, immediately organize your men and put them on standby."

"Once this evidence is confirmed, we will act immediately!"

"yes!"

Lin Yue stood at attention and gave a perfectly standard salute.

He turned around and prepared to leave.

Yang Guang quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket and hurried to catch up, saying, "Wait a minute, take me with you!"

"I haven't even started my professional guidance role yet!"

Zhao Gang fastened the buckle on his tactical vest and stopped Yang Guang.

A large hand patted Yang Guang's shoulder: "You stay here and behave yourself."

"The police canteen has instant noodles and sausages, help yourself, it's on me."

"Once everything is confirmed, you can act together with Lin Yue!"

Done.

Zhao Gang didn't give Yang Guang a chance to refute before rushing out of the office.

A series of hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Even Lin Yue was busy, so Yang Guang stood in the empty office and looked down at Er Lengzi, who was lying at his feet with a completely bewildered expression.

The man and the dog stared at each other in bewilderment.

"Father Yang".

"So, we've basically been taken advantage of by the official team for free?"

"Anything you like?"

Yang Guang curled his lip: "Fine, I'll just take it for free."

"Go find what you want to eat."

Yang Guang sat directly in Zhao Gang's office chair; that swivel boss chair was so comfortable.

He put his legs up on the desk, sank into the chair, and took out the broken second-hand cell phone with three cracks in it.

He skillfully flipped through his contacts, found the principal's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang once and was answered instantly.

You could even hear the screeching sound of the chair opposite you being pushed back.

"Feed?"

"Master Yang!"

The principal was very enthusiastic.

Moreover, his words carried a hint of respect.

The respectful manner he exuded was palpable; you could practically picture his receding hairline frantically nodding through the screen.

Yang Guang covered his mouth and cleared his throat.

He immediately switched to a weak tone: "Um, Principal."

"I...cough cough...I probably won't be able to go to school today."

"Last night, cleaning up all that filth at the school used up too much of my inner energy. Now I feel weak in my limbs, dizzy and lightheaded, and my heels are cramping."

"I can barely chew the sausage anymore."

The simpleton next to him rolled his eyes dramatically and went back to rummaging through the food.

The principal on the other end of the phone gasped, "Oh dear!"

"This won't do!"

"Master Yang, you've worked hard!"

"The safety of the school rests entirely on your shoulders; this is a work-related injury!"

"rest!"

"I need to get some rest!"

"I've approved your leave; you can take as many days as you like!"

Yang Guang feigned hesitation: "But... what about our homeroom teacher..."

"The college entrance exam is coming up soon, and I'm afraid she'll criticize me for skipping class."

The principal immediately reassured him over the phone, "Don't worry about her!"

"I'll personally speak to your homeroom teacher and tell them that you've been seconded by the Municipal Public Security Bureau to provide special technical guidance!"

"Whoever dares to criticize you, I will criticize them!"

"Please rest and recover!"

Yang Guang felt incredibly pleased. He thought to himself, "No wonder he's the principal! Look at his awareness!"

"Thank you, Principal."

"You're busy."

hang up the phone.

Yang Guang immediately opened the game "Honor of Kings".

The familiar "TiMi" voice rang out in the quiet police station office area. He opened ranked matches and was instantly matched into the game.

He instantly locked onto Arthur, declaring with arrogance, "Today, I, your humble servant, will use this greatsword to slaughter my way through the top lane!"

The game has finished loading.

The entire army is mobilized.

Yang Guang controlled Arthur, who marched proudly and confidently toward the confrontation road.

Just as I reached the base of the first tower, the enemy's Kuang Tie jumped out carrying a hammer.

Yang Guang frantically rubbed his thumb on the screen.

"Watch my silent killer move!"

"I'll poke!"

"I'll poke it again!"

"Spin it!"

however.

The spot on the screen with three cracks was precisely positioned in the center of the skill wheel.

The connection is lost.

Holding his greatsword, Arthur stood at the foot of a tower, convulsing wildly as if having an epileptic seizure.

Sometimes moving forward, sometimes moving backward.

All the skills are on a black screen with a countdown timer.

Kuang Tie on the other side was stunned for a moment, then pounced on him with a set of military boxing.

He gave away first blood right away.

Yang Guang gasped, "Holy crap!"

"This crappy phone failed me at the crucial moment?"

"Again!"

Less than five minutes.

Yang Guang's record has now become a spectacular 0-5-0.

The chat box in the lower left corner was instantly flooded with greetings from teammates.

[Han Xin 0-8: Arthur, you orphan? Are you breakdancing under the tower?]

[Hou Yi Shoots the Eagle: Actor? Boss, how much are you paying me? I'll pay double! Please surrender!]

[Angelala: Reported. No way. This Arthur has late-stage dissociative identity disorder.]

Yang Guang was so angry that he was trembling all over.

His fingers flew across the broken screen, trying to prove his innocence.

"Holy crap, I'm innocent! It's a problem with the phone! This lousy screen isn't slip-resistant and it leaks electricity!"