We asked you to solve cases, and here you are sharing your criminal experiences?

The atmosphere inside the carriage was extremely tense.

Sweat dripped from Lao Zheng's forehead as he reached for the walkie-talkie to report to the municipal bureau.

Gu Tingchen remained calm and raised his hand to press down on Lao Zheng's arm.

"Don't panic. The plane crashed in international waters, and it was their own private jet. Let's find out the details first."

Gu Tingchen took out his encrypted phone and dialed the number of Xie Lin, the Interpol liaison officer.

The phone rang seven or eight times before it was answered.

Before Gu Tingchen could even speak, Xie Lin's furious roar came from the other end, with the wailing of police sirens filling the background.

"Captain Gu! What's wrong with the security in Jiangcheng?! Our extradition specialist Hans and his team of three were drugged and kidnapped at 4 a.m. this morning on their way to the Municipal Public Security Bureau. They contacted me as soon as they woke up!"

Gu Tingchen had the phone on speakerphone, and when he said that, Lao Zheng and Lin Wan in the car were both stunned.

Lin Wan opened her mouth wide, looking at Lao Zheng, then at Gu Tingchen:

"Kidnapped...kidnapped? Then who were those three burly white men who came to our city police station at 5:30 this morning to pick him up?!"

Xie Lin, who was on the other end of the phone, became anxious upon hearing this.

"What did you say?! Someone impersonated Hans and took Grey Owl and Zhu Yun away?!"

Gu Tingchen's eyes sharpened, and he quickly realized what was happening:

"Liaison Officer Xie, it seems you don't need to look anymore. The helicopter that picked up Gray Owl and Zhu Yun half an hour ago has already disintegrated and exploded in the air over the high seas."

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

Xie Lin's gasp came through the air:

"It was Night Owl's people impersonating Interpol... and then they got double-crossed..."

"No one but them has this motive."

Gu Tingchen said calmly, "When the Municipal Bureau submitted the suspects, their identities were all confirmed, which means that someone in your headquarters or the Cyrillic Department of Justice was cooperating with them."

Xie Lin cursed on the other end of the phone:

"Those bastards! I'm reporting this to headquarters right now!"

After hanging up the phone, there was a two-second silence in the carriage.

Old Zheng grinned and burst into laughter:

"Hahaha! Good heavens! So it was Night Owl who sent people to clean house! I thought we were going to be the scapegoats, I was terrified!"

Lin Wan also breathed a long sigh of relief, patted her chest, and laughed:

"Great! The wicked will be punished by the wicked. This saves us from even a trial; we can go straight to being fed to the sharks!"

The two people in the front row cheered and jumped for joy, wishing they could set off two strings of firecrackers to celebrate.

Gu Tingchen glanced at Song Qianxia sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

From the moment she heard about the plane crash to when Xie Lin mentioned the fake Interpol agent, the girl just kept chewing on her milk tea straw, without showing even the slightest surprise on her face.

In fact, Song Qianxia felt something was wrong as soon as she saw the three foreigners come to the Municipal Bureau.

Even the most arrogant Interpol inspector will still use a standard police defensive posture when pulling out a stun gun.

But when that fake Hans attacked the Grey Owl, he habitually pressed his wrist against the fatal spot under his ribs, a standard killing move by underground mercenaries in Cyrillic territory.

She didn't expose them at the time because she wanted to see what kind of tricks the infighting among the Night Owls would come up with.

But as for the current outcome...

Song Qianxia crushed the empty milk tea cup, feeling slightly annoyed.

Although it's better to have one less enemy, and it's quite satisfying to see Zhu Yun and the Gray Owl explode into fireworks, the ending, which was accomplished through someone else's hands, still feels somewhat imperfect.

Only by personally pinning Xiao to the ground and rubbing him in the dirt can we truly vent our anger!

That afternoon, the relevant diplomatic departments and Interpol headquarters quickly issued an official statement.

The incident was characterized as an "accidental air crash caused by the aging of a helicopter belonging to a multinational security company abroad," and it did not cause any public panic.

As for the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau, all the handover procedures were compliant and legal, and the surveillance video was complete and clear. Not only did they bear no responsibility, but they also received a joint commendation from the provincial department and the ministry for successfully thwarting the Gray Owl's bombing plot and seizing nine core hard drives.

After operating at high intensity for more than half a month, the Major Crimes Unit finally got a rare chance to catch its breath.

The next morning, Director Li, with a stroke of his pen, granted the entire Major Crimes Unit a five-day paid leave, plus a generous bonus for solving the case.

The office was filled with jubilation.

Old Zheng packed up his fishing rods early in the morning, preparing to take his wife to a suburban reservoir for a three-day stay at a farmhouse.

Xiao Wang and Xiao Zhang made a pact to go to an internet cafe and sit together all night, vowing to make up for all the game ranks they had fallen behind in.

Even Gu Tingchen, the notorious scab, was summoned by the provincial department to attend a phase-one summary meeting of the transnational project, and was also forced by Director Li to rest in the provincial capital for two days.

In the blink of an eye, the huge Major Crimes Unit office area was completely empty, leaving only Song Qianxia.

The white bandage around her head had been removed, and she was slumped listlessly in the ergonomic chair, spinning around on her toes.

Have a holiday?

For those who don't even own a house in Jiangcheng and whose only place to stay is the 302 dormitory of the Municipal Bureau, being on vacation is no different from being unemployed.

"If I had known, I would have stayed in the hospital a couple more days; at least I would have had special hospital meals..."

Song Qianxia sighed and was about to go to the cafeteria to see if the head chef had made braised pork today when the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Lin Wanzheng had changed into a refreshing light blue dress and was standing in front of her with a canvas bag on her back.

"Wanwan, why haven't you left yet? Aren't you going shopping or on a date with your girlfriends?"

Lin Wan waved the two amusement park tickets and movie vouchers in her hand:

"What are you talking about, girls? I'm staying here specifically to keep a homeless patient like you company!"

"Let's go, Consultant Song! Change your clothes, and I'll take you downtown for hot pot, a movie, and some claw machines. I guarantee I'll wash away all that work smell from the past few days!"

Song Qianxia's eyes lit up, and she jumped up from her chair in a flash:

Who's paying?

Lin Wan reached out and poked her forehead:

"I'll pay! Let me show you what the power of a rich woman is all about, let's go!"

"Rich woman! I'm so hungry~ Food~"

Half an hour later, in the most bustling commercial pedestrian street in the center of Jiangcheng City.

Song Qianxia changed into a loose white T-shirt and denim shorts, holding a skewer of freshly fried giant squid in her left hand and a double scoop of matcha ice cream in her right, eating with her mouth full of oil.

Lin Wan watched from the side and couldn't help but laugh:

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you. Be careful you won't be able to eat the hot pot later."

"Sister Wanwan, you underestimate my stomach capacity. Snacks are snacks, and main meals are main meals; they're like two separate hard drives in my stomach!"

Song Qianxia finished her ice cream in a few bites and dragged Lin Wan into the arcade next door.

The two engaged in a battle that lasted for an hour in front of the claw machine.

Lin Wan is a typical person with a strong addiction to virtual toys. She put in fifty coins but didn't even get to touch the plush toy's fur. She was so angry that she kept banging on the glass.

Song Qianxia shook her head as she watched, then rolled up her sleeves:

"Get out of the way, let the professionals handle this! Today I'll show you what a real physical cheat is!"

In his previous life, Qianmian could disassemble even micron-sized laser fuses by hand, let alone a claw machine that relies on spring damping and voltage probability control.

She stood in front of the machine, squinted to observe the swing amplitude and descent delay of the claw, and calculated the angle of the claw's swing.

Swing the joystick and press the button.

The iron claw drew an arc in the air, got stuck under the neck of a pink pig's head, and in the 0.5 seconds before the strong grip disappeared, it threw the doll directly into the hole!

"Wow! Chinatsu, you're amazing!"

Lin Wan clapped her hands excitedly from behind.

Song Qianxia triumphantly tossed her bangs and began her frenzied buying spree.

In less than twenty minutes, a small mountain of plush toys had piled up at their feet.

The arcade owner turned green with rage and quickly ran over to give them two 50% off vouchers for the hot pot restaurant next door, pleading with the two ladies to have mercy on others.

The two of them, carrying a huge pile of plush toys, laughed heartily as they left the arcade and headed straight upstairs to the Chongqing hot pot restaurant.

The chili oil sizzles and bubbles, releasing an irresistible aroma.

As Song Qianxia sipped hot tripe and drank chilled plum juice, listening to Lin Wan complain about the bizarre things that happened at the police academy, she felt that this kind of ordinary life full of everyday warmth was more reassuring than five hundred million US dollars.

However, just halfway through the five-day holiday, Song Qianxia was curled up on the sofa in her dormitory, munching on potato chips and watching cartoons, while Lin Wan sat next to her eating pastries, when there was another knock on the door.

Director Li walked in with his hands behind his back and a somewhat solemn expression, followed by the director of the university town police station in his jurisdiction.

Lin Wan quickly stood up: "Director Li, are you looking for Captain Gu? He went to a meeting at the provincial department."

"I'm not looking for him, I'm looking for you all."

Director Li placed a stack of police reports on the table.

"You guys were supposed to have a good rest, but several very serious cases have occurred in the university town."