A real killer playing a villain; the guy surnamed Zhen in Detective, run!

The rooftop opposite the office building.

The sniper lay prone behind the GG sign, his scope sweeping across the window before suddenly stopping.

He almost thought he was seeing things.

"Team Leader Jiang!" His voice came through the channel.

"Through the window gap on the right side of the hostage area... someone is making tactical hand signals!"

Jiang Yan grabbed the binoculars and said, "Direction."

"The third sunshade on the right, below the bullet hole, in a low-lying gap."

Jiang Yan locked the position.

A left hand reached out from behind the shadows of the curtain, its fingers long and slender.

This was a hand she knew very well; it was Lu Yuan's hand!

The fingers are steady, and the rhythm is extremely fast.

Three targets! AK heavy firepower!

One person is near the window! Two people are in a blind spot by the door! The main perpetrator is behind a load-bearing column! The hostages are concentrated against the right wall! Do not attempt a forced entry through the main entrance!

Lu Yuan typed it three times in a row.

The SWAT team leader also saw it and lowered his brow.

"Captain Jiang, we can't rule out manipulation. The suspect may have forced the hostage to make fake gestures."

Jiang Yan put down her binoculars.

"no."

Jiang Yan returned the binoculars to the technician: "Modify the assault positions according to the coordinates he gave us. Feign movement at the main entrance, the second group moves through the side windows, the third group breaks the glass above the back door, and snipers press down on targets near the windows."

"Captain Jiang, what if—"

"There's no 'what if'."

Jiang Yan stared at the gap. "The person inside is more useful than all the cameras you have right now."

The squadron leader glanced at her, then turned and gave the order.

"Group two, right side of the window bottom edge in place."

"Three groups, prepare the breach above the back door."

"Sniper One, lock onto the target's shoulder line near the window. Suppress only, do not fire the first shot."

The numbers were being reported rapidly over the communication channel.

Three seconds later, the assault positions were rearranged.

In the hall, Lu Yuan heard light footsteps coming from the outer wall.

It is the low stride frequency of SWAT officers when moving close to the wall.

The police have received the information he provided!

His left hand was still inside the gap.

He held up three fingers.

three.

Two.

two.

One.

One.

Retract your index finger.

Apply force with your right hand and push the push button all the way down.

"Sizzle—"

A high-frequency howling sound pierced from the two monitor speakers.

To film this scene, the crew used high-powered speakers. The set was a closed hall, and the walls and glass pushed the sound waves back, causing the shrill screams to penetrate directly into people's eardrums.

The three robbers were all guarding the window. This time, their eardrums were the first to suffer!

The leader's gun had already veered off course, and he instinctively covered his ears with both hands.

The second robber bent over and his knee hit the fire door.

Before the third robber could even utter a curse, he had already lost his balance.

The fire lines are all broken.

Jiang Yan yelled from outside, "Attack with force!"

The side window was shattered. SWAT officers entered from both sides, their shields landing first, their gun barrels pressed against the three lines.

A smoke grenade rolled half a meter into the main entrance, obscuring the robbers' view.

The moment the leader opened his ears, a shield was already pressed against him.

"Put the gun down!"

He tried to raise his gun, but his wrist was struck off course by a short stick, and he was slammed against a load-bearing pillar.

The robber on the left was tackled from behind by the breaching team, and AK slid two meters away.

The man by the window tried to struggle, but the sniper's infrared sight landed on his chest. The SWAT officer stepped on the gun and pressed his knee against the man's back.

In five seconds, all three robbers were pinned to the ground.

The sound of handcuffs clicking rang out one after another.

"Safety!"

"The hostage area is safe!"

"The suspect is under control!"

The high-frequency signal in the hall was cut off.

The world quieted down.

Then, a sob broke out.

The makeup artist hugged her colleague next to her and cried, her voice trembling.

Chen Xing sat on the ground, unable to stand up for a long time.

Liang Yu leaned against the wall, the storyboard still tucked under her arm, the pages crumpled into a ball.

Old Mai took off his glasses and wiped them for a long time, but he couldn't get them clean.

Song Ze lay on the ground, watching as the robbers were handcuffed and taken away, before trembling as he got up: "I...I'm alive?"

No one laughed at him; being able to breathe at this moment was already incredibly lucky.

Jiang Yan stepped into the hall, holding her sidearm.

The place was a mess.

The prop door was broken, the chandelier was shattered, the camera track was crooked, and the floor was covered with glass, counterfeit money, and bloodstains.

Special police officers escorted the three ruthless criminals into a police car.

Medical personnel entered the scene with first aid kits to treat the injured.

Lu Yuan sat on the prop box in the corner.

I opened the cat carrier, picked up Lao Liu, turned over his paws, looked at his paw pads, and stroked his whiskers.

"I'm alright, no injuries."

Sixth Brother: "Meow."

"Stop pretending. You were much quieter than Song Ze just now."

Xu Zhou and the assistant director are assisting the police in counting the number of people.

"Of the 36 crew members, four sustained minor injuries, one suffered moderate contusions, and none are missing."

Jiang Yan stood in the center of the hall, directing and coordinating.

"The site is under lockdown."

"All personnel will board the bus in batches to go to the branch office to give statements."

"The mobile phone has been temporarily seized and registered, and the contents of the case must not be disclosed."

"The production team leader contacted the production company and asked them not to issue a statement yet, but to wait for the police report."

Lu Yuan picked up the cat carrier, held the thermos, and mingled at the back of the crowd before boarding the police bus.

Upon arriving at the branch office, the more than thirty people were taken away separately.

One interrogation room after another was lit up.

An hour later.

In the corridor, several police officers responsible for taking notes met to hand over their duties.

"What did you say on your end?"

"Song Ze said that Lu Yuan saved his life with one cup of wine."

"Director Liang here says he is a master of psychological intervention."

"Old Mike said he's even more eccentric than the male lead in the script."

Where is Chen Xing?

"Chen Xing said that Lu Yuan was as calm as if he had just finished get off work and was going to buy groceries when he was facing three AKs."

The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.

They have handled hostages in serious crimes.

When ordinary people come out, they either cry, have memory lapses, or simply repeat "I'm scared."

The crew members are quite something.

A monster was pieced together from different angles.

In the monitoring office, Jiang Yan flipped through the summary records.

The transcript was full of praise for Lu Yuan.

"Detective-level composure."

"On-site psychological intervention."

"Assess the ruthless bandits' intentions."

In the rest area, Lu Yuan was sitting on a bench, stroking Lao Liu's fur.

More and more police officers used the excuses of getting water, picking up documents, passing by, and passing by a second time to look at him.

He's handsome, but he doesn't look like the kind of person who would give SWAT team hand signals for an indoor assault at a hostage situation.

The sense of division is too great, and the atmosphere in the office area has become very strange.

Jiang Yan carried the notepad through the rest area.

"Lu Yuan, come out."

She took Lu Yuan to her office.

"That on-site tactical mastermind is amazing!"

"As Officer Jiang's neighbor, I can still learn something from him."

Stop beating around the bush.

Lu Yuan, holding a thermos, said, "Officer Jiang, I was just frightened and need some humane care."

"CQB (Close Quarters Battle) hand signals." Jiang Yan stared at him. "Who taught you that?"

Lu Yuan blinked.

Jiang Yan continued: "Three targets, firing point, blind spot, hostage location, assault entrance. Wrist angle adjustment, rhythm intervals, very standard!"

She took half a step forward. "Those who haven't had real combat training can't fight like that."

Lu Yuan looked down at the lid of the thermos.

"Officer Jiang has misunderstood."

"explain."

"I've been filming a suspense web series lately, haven't I?" Lu Yuan said seriously. "Yesterday, in order to find inspiration, I watched some overseas special forces action movies on Bilibili for analysis and tutorials."

Jiang Yan didn't say anything.

"My memory is still pretty good," Lu Yuan added. "I was in a rush just now, so I just learned it on the spot. I didn't expect that you guys would actually understand what I was just randomly typing."

There was a two-second silence in the office.

Jiang Yan was amused and exasperated. "Film analysis tutorial?"

"Um."

"Learning it on the spot?"

"A learning-oriented actor."

Jiang Yan looked at him, her temples throbbing.

The speed at which those three fingers flipped was so fast that even the city police instructors couldn't find fault with it.

Nobody would believe that this person has a secret resume that can't be made public!

She can't pry it out now.

Jiang Yan pushed the notepad forward. "Sign."

After signing the document, Lu Yuan returned the board to her and casually asked, "Captain Jiang, our crew's dinner has been delayed. Does the police provide meals?"

Jiang Yan just wanted him to leave quickly.

She was afraid that if she waited a few more seconds, she would drop the thermos on his head.

Night fell over the commercial street.

The crew members boarded the evacuation buses in batches.