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

Separated by a wall.

Jiang Yan sat upright in the folding chair, wearing FH-7B monitoring headphones.

The amplifier transmitted every detail of the low shout, the rapid footsteps from next door, and even the crisp sound of a metal pull ring being torn open.

Her back tensed instantly, lifting her off the chair. Her right hand gripped the pen in the surveying notebook, her fingertips turning slightly blue from the force of her grip.

"It's been sent."

Large-scale fund movements? Hidden overseas assets being unfrozen?

Based on the rapid breathing that the target had been trying so hard to suppress but still managed to reveal, Jiang Yan immediately made a judgment—the scale of this fund was absolutely beyond imagination!

The final link in cross-border money laundering has been established, and the chain of evidence is now complete!

With a "click," the pen tip slashed a deep line across the paper.

Jiang Yan took a deep breath, her mind racing as she mentally constructed an emergency plan for immediate containment. Next step: forcibly sever the target's external communication links!

……

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Yuan, carrying a huge sum of money, went out.

If you suddenly become rich, shouldn't you treat yourself to some meat?

Target: Farmers' market.

Task: Two pounds of spare ribs.

Mood: Taking off from Wuhu.

The farmers' market wasn't crowded on Wednesday afternoon, but the fresh meat section was always the most intense battleground. Lu Yuan skillfully navigated the tofu stalls and headed straight for the third stall in the pork section—Master Liu's meat stall.

Master Liu was bent over, his boning knife flying up and down as he deftly sliced ​​pork belly for a woman in a floral cotton-padded jacket.

There were four or five middle-aged women gathered around. Two of them weren't even looking at the meat; they were huddled together scrolling through their phones.

On the screen, a popular mashup of "Black Gold" was playing.

In the scene, Shen Yibai calmly pins his opponent to a muddy puddle, his cold-blooded execution piercing through the pixels and exuding a murderous aura.

The older women were rubbing goosebumps on their arms as they watched.

"What a tragedy! Look how ruthless this young man is, he doesn't even blink an eye. These days, actors are strangely handsome, but their hearts are colder than a butcher's knife!"

Lu Yuan glanced indifferently at his sinister self on the screen, then walked around the crowd without changing his expression and stood directly in front of the stall.

"Master Liu, cut two pounds of lean pork ribs."

Just as Master Liu handed the weighed pork belly to the woman in the floral cotton-padded jacket, he looked up at the sound.

Across from the cutting board stood a young man wearing a windbreaker and a hood.

That sharp jawline, those pursed lips, and that emotionless voice when he spoke…

Master Liu's gaze darted wildly between Lu Yuan's face and the face on the old lady's phone screen next to him.

They overlapped.

"Clang!"

The heavy boning knife slipped from his hand and slammed against the edge of the cutting board, the blade sinking into the wood with a "thud".

Master Liu's knees buckled, and only one thought remained in his mind: Oh no, the assassin crawled out of the screen today to silence us!

Lu Yuan, oblivious to everything, reached out his left hand from his pocket and pointed to the piece of meat hanging at the very back: "Yes, that one. Take the middle section and cut two pounds."

His tone was steady, his vocal cords vibrated at a very low frequency, and there were no unnecessary emotional fluctuations.

Master Liu's hands trembled as he tried to pull out the boning knife. He pulled twice, but couldn't budge it.

He simply switched to a cleaver, and with a few gestures and chops, he removed a rib and flew it directly onto the electronic scale.

The red number is flashing: 65.3 yuan.

Lu Yuan stared at the screen, his mind racing.

"Let's round it down to three cents." He looked up and stared directly at Master Liu.

The air was deathly still.

Mr. Liu's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"No, no, no!" Master Liu stammered, his voice trembling like a leaf in the cold wind. "Sixty-five, just give me sixty-five!"

Lu Yuan didn't rush to scan the code; his gaze instead lingered on the pile of scallions in the corner of the cutting board.

Having been through so much in the world, Master Liu understood it instantly and got the hang of it very quickly!

He swiftly grabbed two of the thickest scallions, roots and all, and stuffed them into the black plastic bag containing the ribs. Then, he held it up with both hands, trembling as he handed it over.

Right across the passage from the dry goods stall, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses witnessed the entire process.

Chen Li, a rising star director in China, often disguises himself as an ordinary person and immerses himself in grassroots markets to gather material.

Through his sunglasses, he stared intently at Lu Yuan's departing figure carrying the ribs.

At first, he thought it was just a normal bargaining session. But after seeing that face clearly, Chen Li's mind was instantly filled with a burst of inspiration.

On the big screen, he's cold and ruthless, but in this dirty and chaotic vegetable market, he engages in a psychological battle with a butcher over a mere three cents.

Moreover, he exuded an aura of complete dominance, leaving no room for error! He was completely immersed in the power struggle of this "poor, street-smart guy"!

Chen Li pulled out his notebook, his hands trembling, and quickly wrote down a line:

"No madness, no life! Constantly placing oneself in a low-dimensional environment, using extreme contrasts to cleanse the character's toxicity. Old Xu's film reviews are indeed profound! This is true method acting!"

……

On the other side, Lu Yuan was carrying a black plastic bag in one hand, with long scallion leaves sticking out of the bag and swaying with his steps.

Just as I stepped onto the third-floor stairs, the security door at the other end of the corridor clicked open from the inside.

Jiang Yan, wearing a tight-fitting black tactical long-sleeved shirt and carrying a bag of household garbage in her left hand, walked out with a cold face.

In fact, she had been lurking behind the door for a full thirteen minutes.

She had meticulously mentally rehearsed the target's pace and timing during the money laundering, concealment, and handover processes, and decided to leave at this exact moment. Her aim was to conduct close-up observation and assess the micro-expression changes of this dangerous individual after completing a large-scale fund transfer.

Two pairs of eyes collided head-on in the cramped stairwell.

Lu Yuan had just successfully negotiated a lower price, and was in a great mood, even humming an unknown, brainless song. He swung the bag of ribs in his hand, tracing a pleasant parabola.

"Hey, Officer Jiang, taking out the trash?"

Lu Yuan took the initiative to greet him, and even deliberately lifted the bag up a bit, as if to show off some rare treasure. "I'm lucky today, Boss Liu even gave me two extra green onions."

Jiang Yan's gaze slowly moved downwards.

He stared intently at the greasy, cheap plastic bag and the two protruding green onion leaves.

There was no suitcase filled with US dollars.

There was no USB drive containing encrypted data.

There were only two pounds of pork ribs that smelled of raw meat.

Lu Yuan stretched out his long leg to step over the old newspapers on the ground, took out his key and inserted it into the lock.

Before closing the security door, he poked his head out again and kindly reminded him, "By the way, the motion-activated lights in this corridor aren't very reliable. If Officer Jiang goes out to catch thieves at night, remember to keep an eye out for the important spots."

"Bang."

The security door was locked tightly.

Jiang Yan stood frozen in the dusty corridor, carrying the bag of trash, like a plaster statue.

A gust of wind, carrying a few cat hairs, mercilessly swept over her shiny military boots.