He had just married a policewoman when he was diagnosed with criminal genius.

Three days later, on the night of the same day.

Inside the Yuhua branch of the Public Security Bureau.

Lu Chen and Jiang Xue completed their final transformation.

Looking at Lu Chen and Jiang Xue now, Ding Jianguo couldn't help but marvel at Lu Chen's abilities.

They didn't need the makeup artist they hired; they could completely change their makeup themselves.

At this time, Lu Chen was probably in his forties or fifties, and he had a sense of vicissitude that only someone who had worked late into the night for many years could have.

His hair was cut shorter, and his sideburns were roughly trimmed, making him look like an unkempt craftsman.

Jiang Xue also had her original neat short hair extended to shoulder length, her skin tone darkened by two shades with foundation, her eyebrows drawn thicker, and a few fine lines added to the corners of her eyes.

She was wearing a faded denim jacket and carrying an old canvas bag.

Standing next to Lu Chen, she looked exactly like a small-town woman who had come out with her husband to make a living.

Ding Jianguo circled the two of them and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad. Even if your own parents came, they wouldn't recognize you unless they looked closely."

"Xiao Lu, I never knew you had such abilities! Your disguise skills are comparable to the veteran technicians in the provincial technical department!"

Ding Jianguo exclaimed in admiration.

Lu Chen smiled and didn't explain further, simply replying, "I studied fine arts and painting; the principles of makeup and color mixing are the same."

Zhou Weidong chimed in, "Director Ding, you can rest assured now. With this level of disguise, it won't be easy for those guys on the other side to spot the flaws."

Ding Jianguo nodded, and then handed over two more forged identity documents.

"Lu Chen, 42 years old, originally from Hunan, has worked as a technician in several printing factories in eastern Guangdong and Zhejiang. Three years ago, he resigned after a falling out with his boss and has been taking on jobs in the gray area ever since. Jiang Xue, 35 years old, is married to him. She does not have a formal job and follows her husband around."

Lu Chen took the materials and memorized them.

Then I put the file back.

Zhou Weidong then took out a device the size of a matchbox and stuffed it into the sole of Lu Chen's shoe: "A locator, waterproof and pressure-resistant, with a three-day battery life. Use this in case of an emergency..."

Then he patted Lu Chen's collar, where there was a button the size of a coin.

Ding Jianguo said, "Press the listening device hard for three seconds, and we will break in within ten minutes."

"Got it!" Lu Chen flexed his fingers.

Ding Jianguo said, "It's almost time."

"They arranged to meet at an abandoned factory in the eastern suburbs. We've already sent people to scout the location beforehand, but it shouldn't be where they print counterfeit money."

"Your mission this time is to find the place where they print counterfeit money and take down all the members of the criminal group in one fell swoop."

At 9:50 p.m., Lu Chen and Jiang Xue arrived at their destination.

Hongxing Machinery Factory is located on a barren piece of land in the eastern suburbs.

The surrounding area was covered with waist-high wild grass.

The factory gate was half-open and covered in rust.

Lu Chen parked the rented old bread truck, turned off the engine, and glanced at the surrounding environment.

Meanwhile, Ding Jianguo and Zhou Weidong were eavesdropping on Lu Chen and Jiang Xue's movements from a campervan two kilometers away.

"There was a shadow flickering at the second-floor window," Lu Chen whispered.

"Looks like they got here before us." Lu Chen opened the car door. "Let's go, the guests have arrived, the hosts should show up now."

The two got out of the car and walked side by side toward the tallest factory building.

Lu Chen and Jiang Xue looked around cautiously.

Pushing open the heavy iron door, the hinges made a sharp creaking sound.

A person was standing in the center of the factory.

He was in his early thirties, wearing a suit, and looked at Lu Chen and Jiang Xue with a scrutinizing gaze.

Lu Chen tentatively asked, "Is it... Brother Ma?"

According to the information provided by Ding Jianguo, the person secretly searching for "them" is a man who calls himself Brother Ma.

"Boss Lu?" Xiao Ma didn't respond, but instead asked directly.

Lu Chen nodded.

"This is my wife. We came to Jiangbei together to make a living."

Jiang Xue said softly, "Hello, boss."

"I heard you contacted us wanting to discuss cooperation. What kind of cooperation?" A hint of greed and shrewdness flashed in Lu Chen's eyes.

Xiao Ma understood immediately. Just as they had guessed, this counterfeit money dealer was probably a husband-and-wife team, which was why their output was not large.

If they can be won over, they will definitely make a profit.

Xiao Ma laughed and said, "Of course, it's a collaboration that will make you a lot of money."

Xiao Ma took out a hundred-yuan bill and casually tossed it onto a rusty iron table between the two of them.

"Did you guys make this ticket?" Xiao Ma's tone seemed casual, but his gaze was fixed on Lu Chen's face.

Lu Chen walked to the table, but didn't rush to start, just glanced at it lightly.

At a glance, he knew that it wasn't a counterfeit bill he had made.

Lu Chen knew that this was the beginning of their test of him.

He knew it in his heart.

These people have been around for so many years, they would never easily trust a stranger.

What they really need to see now is whether they have real skills, and at the same time, they can also confirm whether they are "cops" in disguise.

Lu Chen's lips curled slightly: "Brother Ma, you're not kidding, are you? This ink smells so strong, it must have just been printed two days ago. Even if the bills I make are freshly printed, they won't have this strong smell."

Xiao Ma's lips twitched slightly, seemingly surprised that Lu Chen could determine without touching the banknotes on the table that they weren't counterfeit.

Xiao Ma laughed awkwardly, "Perhaps I took the wrong one."

In the distance, on a motorhome in a deserted corner.

Ding Jianguo and Zhou Weidong, who were eavesdropping, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Weidong said, "Lu Chen is a capable kid. Director Ding, haven't you considered bringing him into our bureau?"

Ding Jianguo said, "Do you think I don't have this idea? I asked, but Lu Chen doesn't have this idea yet."

……

"Boss Lu, I have a few of the bills we made here. What do you think?" Xiao Ma pulled out a few more brand-new banknotes.

Lu Chen reached out and picked up a few banknotes, gently stroking the edges of the paper with his fingers before glancing at them.

"These two sheets were printed with ordinary offset ink, not the special optically variable ink used for anti-counterfeiting purposes."

Lu Chen paused and continued, "And these two, you used high-gloss coated paper, not cotton pulp paper. This kind of paper is too brittle and doesn't feel as good as real banknotes."

"And these last two," Lu Chen glanced at Xiao Ma with some surprise, "These two are genuine items issued by the Central Bank of our Xia Kingdom. Why don't you bring out the real thing to sell!"

He raised his head and looked calmly at Xiao Ma: "Brother, it's one thing to test me with a few bills that you yourself aren't satisfied with, but to try to fool me with real money that it's counterfeit is really underestimating me."

These words were quite blunt, but the tone carried the confidence and composure characteristic of a technical expert.

That kind of confidence that only true experts dare to speak like that.