Movie/TV series: Solving a robbery at the start, gaining proficiency with firearms.

I came out of the alley.

The group had just arrived outside Tom Lee Music.

The messenger ran out and scanned the five of them: "Wu Sir, Liang Sir is looking for you up ahead."

He glanced at He Wenzhan and the others, saying, "I want to talk to you privately."

He Wenzhan and the other three team members also looked at the messenger.

They recognize them.

The messenger was a new recruit, and I think he was the nephew of some police superintendent.

They have connections and a government affiliation.

Even Senior Inspector Liang Feifan personally mentored him.

"wait for me."

Wu Fusheng followed the messenger outside.

Behind.

He Wenzhan and the other three waited for them to leave.

"Brother Zhan, Leung Fei-fan will definitely try to persuade Inspector Ng."

"This matter could ruin my career if I don't handle it properly. Surely Inspector Wu won't refuse to help us?"

"That bastard Leung Fei-fan not only didn't help us, but he even tried to persuade Inspector Ng!"

The three men whispered.

"Shut up!"

He Wenzhan rebuked him, then waited quietly: "Helping is a favor, not helping is one's right!"

"He bought us time, which was already a great help."

The group fell silent, and no one spoke.

All eyes were fixed on the alley entrance.

It is uncertain whether Wu Fusheng will reappear.

"Inspector Wu, get in the car and let's talk."

Liang Feifan beckoned Wu Fusheng to get into the car and handed him a cigarette.

Logically speaking...

A probationary inspector is not qualified to be called "Sir" by a senior inspector.

Wu Fusheng is different.

They also have a very powerful background.

"This matter is almost certainly true; everyone knows it."

Liang Feifan exhaled smoke: "The Internal Affairs Investigation Department wants to use this as a case study; there's no need to get involved."

Wu Fusheng was smoking, smoke billowing from his nostrils.

"You're different, Inspector Wu. There's no need for you to get involved because of a few of your men."

Liang Feifan smiled obsequiously: "The people in the complaints department are all following you now, it's easy for something to come out."

He gestured with his chin to the messenger standing not far in front of the car: "This is Superintendent Wong's nephew. You can take care of him, Inspector Wu. Superintendent Wong will definitely thank you."

Obviously.

He was presenting this well-connected messenger as a "gift" to Wu Fusheng.

In Liang Feifan's eyes.

People like He Wenzhan have limited education.

Even if there is an opportunity to be promoted to inspector in the future, my academic qualifications are not sufficient.

Even if they were given the opportunity to take the exam, they still wouldn't pass and wouldn't have a chance to be promoted to inspector.

Such people offer no help or prospects for advancement in their police careers.

Leung Fei-fan leaned closer, his smile suggestive: "Instead of wasting time on that, why not help Superintendent Wong mentor his nephew? Isn't that right, Inspector Wu?"

Wu Fusheng glanced sideways at Liang Feifan.

The lights from outside the car shone in, illuminating Wu Fusheng's handsome profile, which was characterized by its sharp angles and defined lines.

Wu Fusheng looked at him: "Thank you for the reminder, Inspector Liang. Where is what I asked for?!"

Liang Feifan's smile froze, and he took out a document: "Here."

Wu Fusheng asked him to bring him information about marijuana production.

Wu Fusheng quickly glanced at the document, handed it back to him, and got out of the car, saying, "Thank you, Sir!"

He threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and rubbed it hard with the tip of his shoe.

He glanced at Liang Feifan again and said calmly, "However, we are different."

Passing by the messenger.

Wu Fusheng raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Follow Liang Sir and learn well."

According to Wu Fusheng.

A boss.

If your subordinates cause any trouble, you should choose to fire them without hesitation.

Too many times.

The news spread among the staff.

If you lose your reputation, no one will support you anywhere in the future.

Being a servant is the same as being part of a gang.

No one will follow a boss who doesn't care about his subordinates and pushes them away when things go wrong.

Liang Feifan's current situation of not being liked by his subordinates is a case in point.

Tom Lee Music.

He Wenzhan and the others looked at the empty alleyway.

"Let's go, boss, let's find Da Ma Cheng ourselves."

"Don't blame Inspector Wu, we'll take responsibility ourselves."

He Wenzhan raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

Fifteen minutes have passed.

immediately.

He also glanced at the deserted alleyway.

The greatest tacit understanding among adults is unspoken agreement.

Wu Fusheng left and never returned.

They no longer needed to wait.

He Wenzhan nodded: "Let's go."

immediately.

The four were just about to leave to continue their search for Dama Cheng.

Behind.

Wu Fusheng's voice rang out again: "So eager?"

They all turned around.

Wu Fusheng appeared at the alley entrance carrying a bag: "It's hot, so I bought a few cans of cold drinks at the convenience store I passed by."

He handed the bag to He Wenzhan: "Why don't you finish this iced cola first, then go?"

"Mr. Wu..."

He Wenzhan's lips twitched: "We just discussed it, and this matter is indeed a bit troublesome."

"Thank you, Officer Wu, for buying us time and covering for us. We'll handle it ourselves and not involve Officer Wu."

After considering it for a moment, he said, "You have a good uncle, unlike us. There's no need to drag you down with him."

They had already heard the wind during the day and learned about Wu Fusheng's background.

"Choose, talk about these things."

Wu Fusheng opened the can of Coke, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp: "I really like what you said, 'Wearing this shirt means you're one of us.'"

"I'm your boss, how could I not support you when you're in trouble? You support your partner, I'll support you, right?"

He grinned and said, "My uncle, Inspector Wong, is in charge of operations, and all his men support him."

Because he trusted his men, if I were not as good as him, and it reached his ears, he would surely reprimand me.

He Wenzhan's lips moved as he looked at Wu Fusheng, wanting to speak but finding his voice hoarse.

"Drink!"

Wu Fusheng raised the can of Coke in his hand to them, then tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

"Drink!"

All four raised their glasses and took a big gulp.

The way they looked at Wu Fusheng was clearly different now.

Wu Fusheng crossed his hands on his tactical belt in front of him and moved forward.

Behind.

The four followed.

According to the information brought by Liang Feifan.

If you're dealing with marijuana or Monetary, just go directly to Monetary.

A dazzling nightclub.

Wu Fusheng led He Wenzhan through the corridor.

Business is good.

The guests in the private room had a great time.

Wu Fusheng pushed open the door to the large private room and walked straight in.

Two men stood guard at the door, preventing anyone else from entering.

He Wenzhan and his men followed, turning off the music in the room and turning on the lights.

Mo Dingbiao was currently greeting guests in a private room, frowning as he looked at them.

Wu Fusheng, oblivious to everyone else, sat down on the sofa next to him.

He leaned back against the sofa with his arms outstretched, legs crossed, in a languid posture.

White shirt?

Mo Dingbiao's gaze lingered briefly on Wu Fusheng's face.

Instead...

He looked at Ho Man-chien in front of him and smiled: "What is it, Sir?"

"Mo Dingbiao, I'm here to see Dama Cheng."

He Wenzhan looked down at him and said, "I have a business to discuss with him in person."

He stood ramrod straight: "I've already gone to his house but can't find him. You're his boss, so I'm coming to find you."

After listening, Mo Dingbiao shook his head: "I'm sorry, officer."

"I don't know where he is now. How about this, I'll pass on your message when I see him."

"No, I'm in a hurry."

He Wenzhan refused decisively: "Contact him now and call him over. I'll talk to him in person."

Chief Inspector Lin of the Complaints Department was very determined not to let them find the marijuana first.

Mo Dingbiao met He Wenzhan's gaze for several seconds and said, "Sorry, sir, I can't get in touch with him."