To please others? It's better to please yourself.

Xu Jing'an thought for a moment and then went to the restroom. She then tidied herself up from head to toe and made sure that her belt and shoelaces were in good condition.

I haven't had a drop of water since this morning. I took the opportunity to take out two steamed buns from my storage space, ate them, and drank some water before coming out of the toilet.

Almost everyone in the Public Security Bureau had left, leaving only Director Qiao, Xu Jing'an, and the gatekeeper, Old Yao—a lame veteran.

The whole place looked empty.

Xu Jing'an touched the dagger at her left waist and returned to Director Qiao's office.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Qiao Fengchun smoking and staring blankly out the window.

After a while, he turned around, opened the drawer, and took out a pack of cigarettes and his Type 54 pistol.

"Xiao Xu, come here, let me see the results of your training. Have you forgotten after half a year?"

Qiao Fengchun pushed the gun to Xu Jing'an and lit another cigarette for himself.

Xu Jing'an took the pistol, disassembled it piece by piece according to his memory, and then reassembled it. He hadn't touched a gun for half a year, and it took him five tries before he slowly regained his feel for it.

I picked up the cleaning cloth next to me and carefully wiped and oiled each of the disassembled parts before putting them back together.

Then he loaded the magazine with six bullets, tapped it on the table, and then put the magazine into the grip of the gun.

After Xu Jing'an finished everything, he raised the gun with both hands and handed the gun handle to Director Qiao.

"Director Qiao, what do you think?"

Qiao Fengchun took the pistol and placed it on the table, looking at Xu Jing'an with even more appreciation: "In this life, no one can have a smooth journey."

There are millions of people in the world, and they react differently to various situations. I've summarized them into roughly three types.

Xu Jing'an listened attentively to the elder's teachings.

Seeing Xu Jing'an's behavior, Qiao Fengchun's eyes softened even more: "The first type: When faced with problems, they panic, become helpless, and cry incessantly. They keep asking, 'Why? How could this happen?'"

The second type: After the initial panic, they are able to calm down and think about how to solve the problem. Most people fall into this category.

The third type: calm and rational. They often come up with solutions the moment a problem arises, and can quickly seize opportunities to escape or even turn the tables!

Xiao Xu, that's exactly the kind of person you are. You're cautious, meticulous, alert, and calm under pressure—you were born for this job!

Xu Jing'an smiled and said, "You flatter me! I understand Director Qiao's kindness to me."

"You think so highly of me, it's like you're treating me like a junior member of your own family. As the old saying goes, even a hedgehog thinks its own offspring are the brightest!"

"Pfft," Director Qiao chuckled upon hearing this, relaxed, and leaned back in his chair.

Xu Jing'an continued, "I'm just an ordinary person, I have no lofty ambitions, and I'm quite modest!"

The more Director Qiao used those adjectives, the more frightened she became. Was he trying to get her to go undercover or become a spy?

These days, is it so easy to be a hero? She's been living a life of constant survival, and her hair is thinning even more than Shen He's.

She's about to enjoy a better life, yet she deliberately puts herself in a dangerous situation. Is she crazy?

What does world peace have to do with an ordinary person like her?

Asking someone who's afraid of hardship and toil to go to the countryside to shed blood and sweat and make sacrifices—are you kidding me? They're not on the same wavelength!

Qiao Fengchun sighed and shook his head: "Unfortunately, your ambitions lie elsewhere!"

Xu Jing'an breathed a sigh of relief! Her life was saved! ✓

……

Since Zhou Lang had already started killing, he had no intention of stopping. So he didn't choose to escape, because he wasn't prepared to live at all.

However, before he dies, he wants to kill everyone he has ever argued with or had conflicts with. That way, Zhou Lang won't have lived in vain!

After going through all that trouble, he counted on his fingers and realized that Shen He and his wife were still missing.

Zhou Lang had experience in counter-surveillance and escaped by changing cars several times while wearing a police uniform. Many passersby had no idea that he was a murderer.

Director Qiao waited in vain for news, and feeling uneasy, he lit a cigarette and went outside to get some fresh air.

At that moment, a young police officer parked his car not far from the police station gate. Seeing the security guard at the entrance, he knew he couldn't force his way in!

This is a police station, after all; they're all armed. If the people inside become wary, it'll be difficult to make a move. Only a surprise attack can catch them off guard!

Thinking of this, Zhou Lang, panting heavily, began to climb up the wall of the Public Security Bureau.

He knew time was running out, and the police were hot on his heels.

Zhou Lang climbed over the wall with his bare hands and then lightly jumped down. Just as he was about to go inside, he was spotted by Old Yao, the gatekeeper.

"What's your name?"

"Which police station do you work at?"

"When did you come in? I didn't see you."

As a veteran, Lao Yao has never lost his vigilance, especially at this sensitive time!

Enraged that he had ruined things, Zhou Lang raised his hand and shot Old Yao through the waist. Old Yao cried out "Ah!" and fell to the ground, unconscious.

This startled Qiao Fengchun, who was deep in thought on the playground. He immediately realized something was wrong, but it was too late to leave.

Zhou Lang was already pointing a gun at him from more than 20 meters away.

Pointing at Qiao Fengchun, he walked forward and said, "I have no grudge against you. Just tell me where Shen He and his wife are, and I'll let you go."

Qiao Fengchun didn't bring a gun and dared not make any rash moves: "Shen He has gone out."

"I know he went out." He was being followed like a dog, how could he not know?

Zhou Lang said angrily, "I asked about his wife!" Wasn't Shen He unwilling to give me face because he was worried about his wife? Then kill Shen He's wife and let him regret it for the rest of his life!

Qiao Fengchun shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

Zhou Lang pressed the cold barrel of the gun against Qiao Fengchun's forehead: "If Shen He hadn't refused to budge, I wouldn't have been implicated in the last incident. I would have been promoted long ago!"

"I have no hope of promotion in this lifetime! And Shen He thinks he can get away with nothing? What a pipe dream!"

"The train from Beijing arrived a long time ago. I didn't see him, which means the plan failed and Shen He's wife ran away."

"Lying to me? Hmm?"

He was about to pull the trigger when he said that.

Xu Jing'an knew Zhou Lang had arrived as soon as she heard the gunshots from inside the house. She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He steadily picked up the pistol from the table and walked behind the office door. Then, realizing something was amiss, he went around to the back of the desk.

Quietly jump out of the window here, wipe away the footprints, close the window with the screen, and release the safety—lock the gun.

Xu Jing'an crouched down and crept forward stealthily. She had never felt so nervous before. This was different from how she felt on the training field.

Sweat trickled down my face, my facial muscles were taut, and my heart was pounding.

I walked around to the side of the office building and calculated the distance between the two of us; it was about 10 meters.

Xu Jing calmed herself down. The moment she raised her hand to raise the gun, her mind went completely blank.

Raise the gun with your right hand—support the gun with your left hand—aim—pull the trigger—fire.

Three gunshots rang out simultaneously: "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Before Zhou Lang could pull the trigger, he was shot in the side and then twice in the head.

With a thud, Zhou Lang fell to the ground, his pistol flying a great distance.

At this moment, Shen and his group rushed over frantically.