Film and Television: My Cheat Code is AI

Old Zheng hung up the phone, turned around, his face ashen: "The South Suburb Police Station called. A group of thugs were fighting when an explosion occurred, seriously injuring two people on the spot. It's been confirmed that it was a clash between the Tiangou gang and another group. I'm announcing here that starting today, there's no going home."

"Yes," everyone in the room replied readily.

Yang Zhen slammed his hand on the table, sending the teacup lid spinning twice before settling back down. Zhang Yang sat in the corner, leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. These guys had explosives now; they were probably fearless. He looked away and said to Yang Zhen, "Brother Yang, let's go to the hospital and check on the wounded. Maybe we can get some clues."

Yang Zhen stood up, took a holster from the drawer, and hung it on his waist, his movements more deliberate than usual. He said, "You take your gun too. From now on, never let your gun out of your sight."

"Yes."

"Walk."

Upon arriving at the hospital, the corridor reeked of disinfectant mixed with the stench of blood. A thug with his arm wrapped in bandages lay half-reclined on the bed, his face bruised and battered, but he was still conscious. Yang Zhen pulled a chair over and sat down beside the bed.

"Where did the explosives come from?"

The man licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse: "These homemade explosives were brought from out of town by our eldest brother. He said he was going to blow up Tiangou."

Zhang Yang took half a step forward: "Where's the Heavenly Dog?"

The man shook his head: "I don't know. His men scattered, and he ran away himself."

"Did he bring explosives?"

"I didn't see it. But our eldest brother said we need to be careful lately. Tian Gou Gou is desperate and might retaliate against us. There's bound to be some big trouble coming up soon."

Yang Zhen pressed further, "How did you know?"

"Tengu has arranged a date with our eldest brother, saying they'll meet tomorrow."

Yang Zhen was stunned. Tomorrow? What day is tomorrow? His mind raced through the calendar, worried that something might go wrong. He stood up and said to Zhang Yang in a low voice, "I'm going back to report to Captain Yan. You wait for instructions."

After Yang Zhen left, Zhang Yang leaned against the wall of the hospital corridor and closed his eyes for a while. In his mind, he imagined himself as Tian Gou, with dozens of kilograms of explosives in his hands. His brothers had been blown up, the group had scattered, and he was driven to a dead end. What would he do next?

Before he could even get his thoughts going, a burst of hurried footsteps pulled him back to reality. Old Zheng practically ran over and grabbed his arm: "Quick, quick, let's go, let's go!"

Zhang Yang was pulled into the car before he could even react. He sat in the back seat, looking at Lao Zheng in the passenger seat and Yang Zhen driving. The atmosphere in the car was as tense as a rubber band stretched to its limit.

Old Zheng turned to look at Yang Zhen, his tone less harsh than usual: "Yang Zhen, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a while now: don't stretch this string too tight, or it'll snap."

Yang Zhen gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed ahead, his voice low and even: "I know. But if those dozens of kilograms of explosives in Tian Gou's hands explode, we'll be in big trouble."

Old Zheng said, "Don't worry, the plan is very thorough, that kid won't get away."

Yang Zhen was silent for a few seconds: "I wouldn't dare say that unless it's the very last moment."

Old Zheng chuckled, as if trying to ease the tension: "I've transferred Ji Jie over for you, how about that?"

Zhang Yang sat in the back seat, his eyes fixed on the scenery outside the window, his mouth tightly shut. Was this something he could possibly listen to?

The car drove to the vicinity of a railway bridge. The area had been cordoned off, and a large number of people were standing outside the police tape.

Ding Jian, carrying an 85 sniper rifle, crouched on a high vantage point, his eye pressed against the scope. Zhang Yang stood behind him, seeing a row of SWAT vehicles parked there, and the camouflage uniforms of the armed police swaying in the distance.

Tengu stood on the bridge, his body strapped with tubular explosives, wires coiled from his waist to his chest, and a detonator clutched in his hand. He shouted hoarsely at the people below, "Come on, if you've got the guts, come up here! Anyone who dares to step onto this bridge, I'll blow it up!"

Ding Jian stared at him through the scope, muttering, "This bastard knows how to pick his spots."

Director Ma arrived with a bomb expert. The expert looked through his binoculars for a while, then put them down and said, "Based on my visual estimation, he has at least ten kilograms of explosives on him. If there's even the slightest disturbance, this bridge will be finished."

Old Zheng looked up at the railway bridge spanning the two banks, his brows furrowing: "This bridge is a major artery connecting the north and south. If it collapses, the losses will be enormous."

Yang Zhen took the binoculars and looked for a while. Tian Gou stood in the middle of the bridge, his body trembling slightly, his face covered in sweat.

The expert added, "If he had pressed the detonator switch in the last hundredth of a second before being shot, it would have been all over."

Director Ma said in a deep voice, "We cannot fire unless we are 100% certain."

Yang Zhen put down his binoculars and suddenly said, "I have a plan. Tian Gou has been on the bridge for so long and no one has paid him any attention. Most people can't handle that much pressure. I think we can try this plan."

Ji Jie immediately panicked upon hearing this: "No, it's too dangerous."

"Let me try."

Several voices rang out simultaneously. Zhang Yang had already stepped forward, standing ramrod straight, and said to Director Ma, "Reporting, I can go."

"No way," Yang Zhen was the first to stop him.

Zhang Yang didn't back down, turning to look at Director Ma: "Director, I can sign a pledge. If things don't look right, I can step down."

Director Ma glanced at Lao Zheng, then at Yang Zhen, and shook his head: "No way."

Zhang Yang stood still, his voice soft but steady: "Director Ma, let me try. I can tell Tian Gou is very nervous. As long as the wire connecting the detonator is disconnected, the explosive will be safe. I'm confident."

Director Ma was silent for a few seconds, then raised his binoculars again to look at the figure strapped with explosives on the bridge. As he lowered the binoculars, he nodded: "Okay. You go up first. If anything seems amiss, retreat immediately."

"Yes."

Zhang Yang called out in his heart.

[First, distract the target, then unplug the wire. The target is in a state of extreme anxiety, with persistent adrenaline secretion leading to impaired judgment; dry mouth is a clear symptom of dehydration. It is recommended to use physical needs as a starting point to establish conversation and gradually weaken their guard. Upon approaching, confirm the wire connection method; the detonator is a push-button type, and unplugging the wire will disconnect the circuit and prevent detonation. Remind the host to approach and observe.]

Zhang Yang glanced at Yang Zhen and the others' worried faces, smiled, and said, "It's alright, don't worry about me."

He bent down and picked up two bottles of mineral water from the ground, then walked step by step towards the bridge. His footsteps echoed on the railway sleepers.

When Tengu saw someone approaching, he immediately raised the detonator, his voice booming, "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Zhang Yang stopped about ten meters away from him, held up two bottles of mineral water to his chest and shook them, his tone casual, as if he had bumped into an acquaintance at the market: "Tian Gou, don't you want to know how your brothers who were injured in the explosion are doing?"

Tengu swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. The sun beat down mercilessly on the bridge, his lips were dry and chapped, and his voice was hoarse and strained: "Then make them back off."

Zhang Yang turned around, tucked the bottled water under his arm, and waved to the people below the bridge: "Excuse me, brothers, please retreat thirty meters."

The armed police and special police began to retreat in an orderly manner. Zhang Yang turned around and faced Tian Gou again, spreading his hands to show him that the men had already retreated.

Tengu made sure the people below had retreated far enough before speaking: "Tell me, how are they?"

Zhang Yang calmed his tone and said slowly, "Your brother Wei Hu lost a leg, Wang Si lost both arms, and the others are also injured to varying degrees."

When Tengu heard these names, his eyes reddened, his facial muscles twitched, and he gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn Zhou Si'er."

Zhang Yang replied quickly, his tone even carrying a hint of helpless regret: "Forget Thursdays, Thursdays are gone too."

The tengu paused for a moment, then threw his head back and burst into laughter, the sound echoing across the empty railway tracks, a mixture of crying and laughing: "Hahahaha, Heaven has eyes!"

Taking advantage of his emotional fluctuation, Zhang Yang handed him a bottle of mineral water, the gesture natural, like offering it to a buddy who had just finished playing basketball: "Want some?"

Tengu glanced at the bottled water in his hand, swallowed hard, his lips almost sticking together from dryness, but still stubbornly asked, "Alcohol?"

Zhang Yang shook the mineral water bottle and said helplessly, "What are you thinking about? It's just mineral water."

Tengu licked his chapped lips, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I want to drink. Can you have someone send some?"

Zhang Yang had been waiting for these words. He leaned against the bridge railing, relaxed, turned his head, and shouted down the bridge, "Is anyone there? Bring some food and a bottle of wine."

Ji Jie's voice came from afar: "I'll go."

Zhang Yang saw her turn and run towards the car, and thought to himself that Sister Ji reacted really quickly.

He turned around, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water in his hand, took a sip, then put it on the ground and rolled it half a meter forward. Tian Gou stared at the bottle, motionless, but his eyes remained fixed on it. Zhang Yang leaned against the railing, chatting idly with him, occasionally picking up his own bottle of water to take a sip. Watching Zhang Yang drink, Tian Gou kept swallowing, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The sun beat down relentlessly. The heat from the railway tracks distorted the air in the distance.

Zhang Yang suddenly asked, his tone genuinely puzzled, "Tiangou, how did you end up like this?"

Tengu chuckled, a smile tinged with self-mockery and resentment: "I'm uneducated, I have no diploma. If I weren't ruthless, I would have been devoured long ago."

Zhang Yang shook his head, his expression as if he'd been given a rather clumsy excuse: "You're still too stupid. In today's martial world, fighting and killing are so outdated. How many men do you have under your command?"

The tengu instinctively became alert: "What do you want?"

"Let me give you some advice," Zhang Yang said, shrugging sincerely. "Let me tell you, don't let my position as a policeman fool you; I studied economics back in the day. Do you understand economics?"

Tengu shook his head, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Yang spread his hands, as if lecturing students from a podium: "I'll teach you how to make money."

"Then you tell me first." Tengu hugged the detonator to his chest, but his tone was much more relaxed than before.

[It can be confirmed that simply disconnecting the wire will resolve the issue. The detonator circuit is a single-loop series circuit; the red wire is the signal wire, and the black wire is the ground wire. Disconnecting the red wire will open the circuit, rendering the switch ineffective.]

Zhang Yang felt more confident. He shifted his stance, trying to appear more relaxed, and said, "Even if you guys work as bouncers at KTVs or nightclubs, you'd only make about 30,000 to 50,000 a month, right?"

Tengu thought for a moment and nodded. That's about the amount he'd receive.

Zhang Yang then helped him calculate the costs: "Look, if your brother gets into a fight, you'll have to pay to bail him out and compensate the other party. At this rate, when will you ever make big money?"

Director Ma, wearing headphones, listened to Zhang Yang and Tian Gou's conversation, his brows furrowed deeply. Old Zheng, standing beside him, was equally confused, muttering, "This kid just knows how to fool people, what kind of economics is he?"

The miniature microphone clipped to Zhang Yang transmitted the sound in real time to the command vehicle, and everyone listened intently to the negotiation.

Zhang Yang leaned against the railing, his tone as casual as two friends chatting at a roadside stall: "Do you know what makes the most money?"

Tengu shook his head blankly.

"Food and beverage, clothing."

Tengu looked like he'd been tricked, and spat out, "Get lost! How much can these two things possibly earn?"

Zhang Yang chuckled, as if looking at a clueless newbie: "You're underestimating them. Let me tell you, the easiest thing to make money from in this world is women's money. You can buy clothes wholesale from the south and sell them here for double the price. If you get some trendy clothes, you'll make a fortune. I have a friend who runs a clothing store in Dongsi, and his net profit is over 80,000 yuan a month. It's much easier than you working from dawn till dusk, and there's no danger to your lives."

Tengu's expression changed. His mouth opened slightly, and his eyes darted around, as if he were quickly doing some mental calculations. Seeing his reaction, Zhang Yang pressed on, saying, "You guys put together some money, rent a shop, start by selling clothes, then maybe some cell phones or pagers. By then, you'll all be successful people."

Tengu smiled, not the fierce, guarded smile he had shown before, but the genuine smile of an ordinary person hearing good news. He even forgot that he was still strapped with ten kilograms of explosives, and said with a grin, "After I run away, you get me some plans, and I'll give you half."

"Sure," Zhang Yang readily agreed, his tone even carrying a hint of enthusiasm that "this deal is worthwhile."

[You can approach a little closer. The target's alertness has noticeably decreased; their center of gravity has shifted backward, and the grip on the detonator has lessened. The current distance is approximately five meters; it is recommended to reduce the distance to within two meters and enter the attack range.]

Zhang Yang took two steps forward naturally, as if he wanted to whisper something to him: "Tian Gou, I have some good news to share, do you want to hear it?"

The tengu, his mind preoccupied with how to make a fortune, his eyes gleaming, said, "Tell me."

Zhang Yang took another step, less than two meters away. He lowered his voice, as if sharing a secret known only to the two of them: "Tiangou, what kind of money do you make from fighting and killing? If you knew anything about it..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yang's eyes locked onto the red wire. His body sprang forward like a spring compressed to its limit. He grabbed the red signal wire with his left hand and yanked it off. A tiny spark flew as the wire was pulled from the detonator. At the same time, he punched Tian Gou in the stomach with his right fist. Taking advantage of the moment Tian Gou bent over, he slammed him to the ground, pressed his knee against his back, and the handcuffs clicked onto his wrists.

"Kid, you still want to fight and kill? You want to play with explosives?"