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

Twenty minutes later, outside the chemical plant.

Police lights flashed. An ambulance was parked on the side of a muddy dirt road.

The nurse in the ambulance was treating the abrasions on Lin Wan's arm, which made Lin Wan gasp in pain.

Zhou Zheng and his men escorted one of the suspects into a police car.

"Captain Gu, one got away." Zhou Zheng's face was grim.

"Those two were incredibly skilled. After getting into the car, they abandoned it and ran off in different directions. The guys only managed to catch the driver."

Gu Tingchen stood beside the police car, his black tactical gloves still on.

He looked at the suspect being put into the car, his gaze as cold as ice.

The special police officers around didn't even dare to breathe.

Everyone knew that Captain Gu was about to lose his temper.

Gu Tingchen turned around and walked straight to Lin Wan, who was sitting in the trunk of the ambulance.

Zhao Ming happened to arrive at the scene and, seeing the situation, quickly went over to try and smooth things over.

"Captain Gu, it's good that he's alright. Xiao Lin was just eager to make a contribution." Zhao Mingqian rubbed his hands together with a smile.

"Eager to make a name for yourself?" Gu Tingchen sneered.

The words he uttered carried a chilling coldness.

He walked up to Lin Wan and looked down at her.

"Lin Wan, tell me, what is criminal investigation discipline?"

Gu Tingchen's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer blow.

Lin Wan lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't dare look Gu Tingchen in the eye.

"Contacting informants privately. Not reporting to them. Not taking them out on field missions." Gu Tingchen coldly listed her crimes one by one.

"Instead of immediately evacuating after discovering communication interference, they rashly ventured into an unknown building."

"Is this the rule you were taught at the police academy?"

Lin Wan bit her lip hard, and tears finally fell onto her police uniform.

"I'm sorry, Captain Gu. I just wanted to find that clue," Lin Wan explained softly.

"You want to investigate clues, so you're gambling with your life," Gu Tingchen interrupted her mercilessly.

"Do you know that if the special task force hadn't reacted quickly today, tomorrow's Jiangcheng Morning Post's headline would be 'Female Police Officer Falls to Her Death in the Line of Duty!'"

"Criminal investigation is not a personal show. There is no need for lone heroes here."

Gu Tingchen's words showed no mercy, tearing away Lin Wan's last shred of dignity.

"Your foolish actions not only nearly cost you your life, but also forced the entire squad to launch a forced assault without any terrain intelligence."

"You've put all your colleagues' lives at risk!"

Lin Wan was so scolded that she couldn't lift her head, and her shoulders trembled as she cried.

Zhao Ming sighed beside him, not daring to offer any more advice. Lin Wan had indeed made a grave mistake.

Song Qianxia was leaning against a riot control vehicle at that moment.

He was holding a chocolate bar he had just taken from the ambulance, and he was munching on it with relish.

She watched Gu Tingchen reprimand someone and nodded inwardly.

This radar expert may be annoying, but he's definitely good at leading troops.

In the underworld, those who disobey orders usually don't survive past the first episode.

Suddenly, Gu Tingchen's gaze turned to her.

Song Qianxia froze instantly as she was eating the chocolate.

She swallowed what was in her mouth, immediately stood up straight, and pressed her hands tightly against the seams of her trousers, assuming a perfect military posture.

Oh no, this fire is about to burn me!

I think I just climbed the wall without permission and even threw a stun grenade.

Given Gu Tingchen's ruthless temper, he'll probably dock three months' salary.

Gu Tingchen strode over to Song Qianxia.

Song Qianxia held her breath in nervousness, bracing herself for the storm.

Seeing her guilty and cowardly appearance, Gu Tingchen's cold and hard facial features softened slightly.

He didn't yell or shout.

He simply took a bottle of mineral water out of his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Song Qianxia.

"From now on, do not leave the group without permission." Gu Tingchen's voice was very calm.

Song Qianxia was stunned for a moment.

They took the bottled water with both hands, somewhat taken aback.

That's it? That's all? No pay cut?

She suddenly became bolder and muttered something under her breath.

"I was trying to save her. If I hadn't attacked from the side, she would have fallen already."

Song Qianxia felt that she was in the right.

Gu Tingchen looked at her dusty face.

"Even if you're trying to save someone, they have to come back alive." Gu Tingchen looked directly into her eyes, his tone extremely serious.

This statement is simple, but carries immense weight.

Song Qianxia froze, her fingers gripping the plastic water bottle tightly.

She looked up and gazed into Gu Tingchen's deep eyes.

There was no probing, no doubt, only pure reminders.

These simple words struck Song Qianxia's heart directly.

In that dark underground world of her past life, she had a thousand faces.

Everyone who sees her will only assess her usefulness.

The boss would say, "Thousand Faces, bring back the mission objective."

The partner would say, "Thousand Faces, cover my retreat."

No one ever told her, "Come back alive."

In their logic, a broken tool can be replaced, but a lost life is just a number.

Song Qianxia felt a sudden tightness in her chest.

She suddenly realized that Jiangcheng, a place full of rules and discipline, wasn't so bad after all.

"What are you daydreaming about? Get in the car." Gu Tingchen patted the car door.

Song Qianxia snapped out of her daze and quickly climbed into the back seat of the police car.

The atmosphere on the way back was unusually quiet.

Lin Wan sat in the passenger seat, her eyes swollen like walnuts.

Zhou Zheng was driving, and Gu Tingchen was sitting next to Song Qianxia.

No one spoke. Even the static from the car radio sounded harsh.

Song Qianxia couldn't stand this awkward atmosphere.

She unscrewed the bottle of mineral water in her hand and took a big gulp. Then she cleared her throat.

"Captain Gu, let's talk about something," Song Qianxia broke the silence.

Gu Tingchen turned his head to look at her.

"Does today's field mission count as a high-risk mission allowance?" Song Qianxia's eyes lit up.

"My accuracy in throwing that grenade just now deserves at least a two-hundred-dollar bonus."

Her words shattered the tension inside the car.

Zhou Zheng, who was driving, almost slammed on the brakes.

Zhao Ming overheard this on the walkie-talkie and couldn't help but curse, "Little Song, you're obsessed with money!"

Lin Wan gritted her teeth. This woman was a master at ruining the atmosphere.

Gu Tingchen looked at Song Qianxia's shameless face and his lips twitched.

"Go back and write a 5,000-word self-criticism," Gu Tingchen coldly and ruthlessly ordered.

"If you don't finish writing, you'll lose your full attendance bonus."

Song Qianxia let out a wail and collapsed into her chair.