Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

After a long journey spanning half the globe, the Air France Boeing aircraft landed smoothly at Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport.

As soon as the cabin door opened, a distinctly French atmosphere, mingled with the rich aroma of coffee and a hint of mustiness, rushed out.

Lu Jingyan was wearing that crisp black police uniform jacket.

His deep black eyes showed no emotion as he walked out of the VIP passage with his hands in his pockets and steady steps.

Yesterday's hysterical call for help from Interpol forced him to take the core members of the Gotham City Police Department on a last-minute business trip.

Pierre, the Interpol correspondent in Paris, was there to pick them up.

This middle-aged man with a severely receding hairline was frantically wiping the sweat from his forehead with a white handkerchief.

"Director Lu! You've finally arrived!" Pierre rushed forward as if he had grasped a lifeline.

"These thieves are lawless! Yesterday, even my Minister of Defense's briefcase was stolen on the Champs-Élysées!"

Lu Jingyan did not respond.

His gaze passed over Pierre's trembling shoulders and calmly focused on the open-air plaza outside the airport terminal.

The romantic city's filter is shattered on a physical level.

Outside the spacious exit, groups of Gypsy children were densely packed together.

Some of them held dirty newspapers, while others held up nearly withered roses, staring at passing tourists like a pack of wolves waiting for their chance.

Bruce, following behind Lu Jingyan, looked like a dutiful porter at this moment.

The former richest man in Gotham was struggling to push a heavy luggage cart piled high with tactical equipment.

"Grab your gear and get ready to work."

Lu Jingyan straightened his collar and took the lead in walking outside.

The moment they stepped out of the automatic glass door, the airflow suddenly began to twist in a strange way.

This happened in a second.

But in Lu Jingyan's rule-based, absolutely rational perspective, time is stretched infinitely, and every frame of movement is meticulously deconstructed.

0.1 second.

At the three o'clock position on the left, five Gypsy children holding newspapers gathered in a fan shape, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

0.2 seconds.

One of the thin young men, wearing a tattered baseball cap, was walking with a bizarre gait that completely defied human biomechanics.

Deep within the youth's pupils, a stream of eerie blue data, visible only to himself, was flashing.

"Beep! High-value target detected! Thief System fragment activated!"

A sneer of arrogance curled at the corner of the young man's mouth.

The broken, mechanical voice in his mind made him feel like a god in the darkness of this city.

0.3 seconds.

Taking advantage of the children's blind spots when they held up the newspapers, the young man's fingertips reached out at a speed beyond the limits of the naked eye.

His wrist folded in mid-air in an incredible motion.

Those five fingers, as if boneless, slid precisely into the inside pocket of Lu Jingyan's trench coat.

0.4 seconds.

Just as Su Xiaoxiao was about to speak up to remind him, she noticed that Lu Jingyan's eye twitched slightly.

A cold blue light flickered deep within the man's pupils.

That was the rule of words becoming law, automatically protecting its master. If he so desired, that power of the rule could crush the youth's hand bones into powder in an instant.

But in a mere 0.5 seconds, Lu Jingyan managed to suppress the automatic defense mechanism.

He even deliberately relaxed the muscles in his right arm.

The dark blue police uniform fabric was slightly concave, deliberately creating a gap of less than two centimeters.

0.8 seconds.

The young man held the black leather wallet with the Chinese national emblem between his two fingers.

The young man was overjoyed, and his facial muscles trembled slightly with excitement.

"Success! This system's 'Cloud-Piercing Hand' is indeed a high-dimensional attack; even these police officers couldn't react!"

The first second ended.

Like a slippery eel, the young man instantly retreated into the crowd and disappeared into the chaotic sea of ​​people at the arrival gate.

A gentle breeze carrying the aroma of baguette bread blew by.

Zhao Tiezhu was just boasting to Bruce about his glorious achievements at Shaolin Temple back then.

At that moment, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Lu Jingyan's slightly deflated trench coat pocket, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Holy crap?!"

This powerful shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The shock made Pierre's legs buckle, and he collapsed onto the cold floor tiles.

Zhao Tiezhu's fleshy face instantly turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"How dare someone steal our Chief of Staff's wallet right in front of me, Zhao Tiezhu?!"

"That's like shining a flashlight in a latrine, are they trying to get themselves killed?!"

With a furious roar, Zhao Tiezhu ripped open the black guitar case in his hand.

He lifted the heavy six-barreled Gatling gun with one hand.

The dark metal barrels gleamed with a chilling, bloodthirsty light under the gloomy Parisian sky.

His thick thumb was already firmly gripping the start button of the electric motor.

"Don't move! I'm going to turn this airport entrance into a hornet's nest today!"

The surrounding French tourists were terrified, screaming and dropping their suitcases as they fled in all directions.

Pierre scrambled over and clung tightly to Zhao Tiezhu's thick thigh.

"Officer Zhao! Calm down! Please calm down!"

"This is Paris! We can't just use heavy firepower recklessly!"

"Iron Pillar".

Lu Jingyan's cool voice wasn't loud, but it carried a penetrating power of rules that could soothe all turmoil.

Just two words were enough to freeze Zhao Tiezhu, who was about to go berserk, in place as if a pause button had been pressed.

Lu Jingyan slowly patted non-existent dust off his trench coat.

The corners of his mouth even curved into a very rare, subtle smile.

"Chief Lu, he stole your money! That's our investigation budget!"

Zhao Tiezhu looked as aggrieved as a 200-pound child, complaining in a rough voice.

Bruce stepped forward, blocking Lu Jingyan's path, his eyes revealing the wariness characteristic of Batman.

"Sir, the thief's movements just now were very abnormal. His muscle explosiveness completely exceeded the physiological limits of ordinary people."

"I know."

Lu Jingyan turned around and looked at the street corner where the young man had disappeared, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the barrier of steel and concrete.

"Just a cheap, fragmented system; does it really think it can cover up the causal chain in front of me?"

He reached out and took the tactical tablet that Su Xiaoxiao handed him.

On the electronic map on the screen, a glaring red dot is moving rapidly.

Lu Jingyan walked up to Pierre and looked down at the sweating French envoy.

"Pierre, you just said that these people have already taken over the city as a whole?"

Pierre stammered in response.

"Yes...yes. They are very well-organized, like ghosts, impossible to find any evidence against them."

Lu Jingyan chuckled softly.

He turned to look at Zhao Tiezhu, who was pouting and sulking.

"Tiezhu, put the Gatling gun away."

"Shooting people at the drop of a hat shows a complete lack of respect for the rule of law."

Lu Jingyan stood with his hands in his pockets, his deep eyes reflecting the hustle and bustle and chaos of the Parisian streets.

"This is France, and in France, romance is everything."

The man's gaze gradually turned cold.

The oppressive, almost tangible, sense of order made the surrounding air temperature seem to drop by more than ten degrees.

"Since they like to play with thrills, let's give them a little 'romanticism of the rule of law'."

Su Xiaoxiao understood immediately, and her fair hands skillfully typed a series of commands on the keyboard.

The girl's clear voice sounded particularly loud in the cold wind.

"Captain Lu! The underlying data of the Global Skynet system has been successfully integrated and synchronized!"

"The miniature bio-tracker hidden in the pocket of your wallet has sent back a signal."

"The target is now moving towards the favelas of Paris's 13th arrondissement; the final location has been pinpointed!"

Lu Jingyan snapped his fingers, his pupils flashing with the sharpness of judgment.

"very good."

"Pierre, I need you to notify the Paris garrison command immediately."

Lu Jingyan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible air of authority.

"Bring over your entire elite national riot police force, equipped with tear gas, stun grenades, and riot shields."

Pierre froze, swallowing hard.

"All...all of them? Just to catch a petty thief?"

"No."

Lu Jingyan pushed up glasses that weren't actually on his nose.

That was his signature little gesture before each logical reduction attack.

"It was to eradicate an organized, premeditated criminal gang suspected of transnational theft of state secrets."

Several tens of minutes later.

In the 13th arrondissement of Paris, deep within its intricate and foul-smelling dark alleyways.

The young man with the master thief system was smugly pushing open the rusty iron door of an abandoned underground warehouse.

Dozens of Gypsy pickpockets were sitting in the warehouse, dividing their loot.

The long table was piled high with expensive Swiss watches, jewelry, and colorful banknotes from various countries.

The young man laughed loudly and slammed the black wallet bearing the emblem of the Chinese nation onto the table.

"Guys! Look what a big fish I caught today!"

"The wallet of an Eastern policeman! He didn't even have a chance to react in front of my system!"

In the young man's mind, the broken system was frantically emitting mechanical prompts.

"Congratulations, host, on completing the S-rank serial theft mission! Rewards are being calculated..."

However, before he could even take the money out of his wallet...

A chilling roar, the sound of armored vehicle tracks crushing the ground, echoed simultaneously from all directions outside the warehouse.

Immediately following was the deafening warning blare of police loudspeakers.

The young man turned his head in alarm and peered out through the gap in the ventilation window high up.

The once narrow and dilapidated street had been completely blocked off.

Hundreds of fully armed French riot police, carrying heavy bulletproof shields, formed an impenetrable tactical advance formation.

Three heavy attack helicopters were hovering at low altitude in the sky.

The blinding beams of searchlight intertwined to form a massive net of light, locking onto the abandoned warehouse with nowhere to escape.

The riot police captain's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Sir, not even a fly can get out!"

Lu Jingyan accessed the Skynet system and, with the help of French riot police, completely surrounded the thieves' hideout in the 13th arrondissement of Paris.