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The back alley of the old textile factory in the south of the city.

This is the most famous urban village in Jiangcheng, with a maze of roads and shantytowns built haphazardly everywhere.

The air smelled of sour swill.

A van with "Everyday Fresh Delivery" printed on its surface was parked quietly at the entrance of the alley.

The interior of the carriage, however, holds a whole new world.

This is the temporary frontline command post set up by the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau.

Gu Tingchen sat in front of the monitor screen, his eyes fixed on the various intersections on the screen.

The man was wearing a black combat uniform and holding a walkie-talkie.

The entire carriage was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Aside from the sound of someone eating.

"Click."

"Click-clack".

Song Qianxia sat on a small stool in the corner, holding a freshly washed cucumber in her hand, munching on it with relish.

Gu Tingchen turned his head and gave her a cold look.

Song Qianxia quickly put down the cucumber she was holding in mid-air and forced a fawning smile.

"Captain Gu, are you hungry?" She offered him the half-eaten cucumber.

"Shut up. If you make another sound, I'll shove you into the cold chain box in front." Gu Tingchen looked away and continued staring at the screen.

Song Qianxia pouted and finished the cucumber in three bites.

Hmph, capitalists are just heartless.

Old Zheng's low voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Captain Gu, Target Number Two has appeared. He's at the intersection of Third Street, the one in the gray jacket."

The screen displays rapidly.

A thin man appeared at the edge of a blind spot in the surveillance camera's view, carrying a black plastic bag in his hand.

He walked quickly, glancing back every now and then.

Gu Tingchen pressed the call button.

"Three groups, follow up, maintain a distance of thirty meters. Pay attention to who he comes into contact with."

The gray jacket turned left and right through the urban village, finally stopping in front of a roasted sweet potato stall.

He bought a sweet potato and casually tossed the black plastic bag onto the lid of the nearby trash can.

Less than two minutes later, another man dressed in a food delivery uniform rode by on an electric scooter.

He grabbed the plastic bag and rode off on his bike.

"We've changed personnel," Zhao Ming reported from the side.

"These counterfeiters are really careful," Old Zheng cursed over the comms. "This is the third time they've changed middlemen!"

Gu Tingchen looked at the deliveryman on the screen.

"All teams, prepare to close in from the perimeter. Make the arrest the moment the delivery driver and the final buyer meet."

The atmosphere in the carriage instantly became extremely tense.

Several detectives had already reached for their holsters.

Just then, Song Qianxia suddenly stood up.

She walked up to the monitor screen, stretched out a greasy finger, and touched a spot on the edge of the image.

"Captain Gu, don't rush to arrest that deliveryman."

Song Qianxia spoke casually.

"The real core isn't him. He's just a errand boy spreading smoke and mirrors."

Gu Tingchen turned to look at her.

"reason."

Song Qianxia pointed to the upper right corner of the screen.

It was a vendor selling candied hawthorns.

He was pushing a dilapidated tricycle with dozens of strings of bright red candied hawthorns stuck on it.

The man was wearing a dirty straw hat and was standing at the crossroads less than fifty meters from the transaction location.

"Look at that guy selling candied hawthorns," Song Qianxia said.

Zhao Ming leaned over and took a look.

"Xiao Song, isn't he just an ordinary vendor? He's been standing there for half an hour and hasn't sold a single candied hawthorn."

"That's where the problem lies."

Song Qianxia crossed her arms.

"First, he had two motorcycle rearview mirrors mounted on the handlebars of his backward donkey cart. Every thirty seconds, he would pretend to wipe his sweat, but actually he was using the reflection from the rearview mirrors to observe the highest point on the roof of the building opposite."

"That's where you positioned the snipers."

Upon hearing this, Gu Tingchen's eyes instantly sharpened.

Song Qianxia continued to contribute.

"Secondly, his candied hawthorn skewers were too ugly."

Song Qianxia looked disgusted.

"The hawthorns were all different sizes, and the sugar coating was burnt black. The heat wasn't controlled properly and the whole thing was burnt."

"A legitimate businessperson would never sell such substandard goods."

Gu Tingchen snatched the walkie-talkie.

"Old Zheng! Give up on being a delivery driver!"

"Shift targets! The guy selling candied hawthorns at the intersection! Apprehend him immediately!"

The order has just been issued.

The candied hawthorn vendor on the screen seemed to have sensed something.

He abruptly pushed aside the donkey he was riding backwards, completely ignoring the cart full of candied hawthorns.

He turned and ran into a dead-end alley.

"He ran away!" Zhao Ming shouted.

"Zhou Zheng! Stop him!" Gu Tingchen shouted sternly.

In the picture.

Special police captain Zhou Zheng led his men out from the other end of the alley.

Seeing that he was being blocked, the vendor's eyes hardened.

He pulled out a half-foot-long homemade triangular dagger from his sleeve and stabbed it at Zhou Zheng.

The moves were ruthless, far beyond what ordinary people could do.

This is definitely a desperate criminal trained in underground black market combat!

Zhou Zheng remained calm under pressure, slamming his tactical boots against the wall beside him and using the momentum to roll to the side and dodge the stabbing.

With a swift and decisive grappling move, he firmly gripped the vendor's wrist.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

The vendor screamed as his wrist dislocated, and the triangular dagger fell to the ground.

Two other special police officers rushed forward and pinned the man firmly to the muddy water.

"Report to Captain Gu! Target under control!" Zhou Zheng's voice came through the walkie-talkie, slightly out of breath.

Everyone in the command vehicle breathed a sigh of relief.

If we had actually gone to arrest that delivery driver, the real stalker would have definitely made a quick getaway.

At that point, the trail will be completely cut off.

Gu Tingchen pushed open the car door and strode out.

Song Qianxia followed slowly behind, and casually took out the half-eaten cucumber she hadn't finished earlier.

The scene of the operation was chaotic.

As Lin Wan was handcuffing and searching the vendor, she found a miniature satellite phone hidden in the vendor's belt.

This is definitely not equipment that ordinary counterfeiters can afford.

Lin Wan handed the person over to the special police and turned around to see Song Qianxia eating a cucumber.

She walked straight over, her eyes filled with undisguised shock.

"Song Qianxia, ​​I heard everything you said in the car just now."

Lin Wan stared at her.

"How did you figure out that the vendor was suspicious?"

Song Qianxia swallowed the cucumber in her mouth.

It's time to test her ability to make things up again.

"What's so difficult about that?"

Song Qianxia is shameless.

"I'm a bit of a glutton, and I know exactly which street in Jiangcheng has the best snacks. Those candied hawthorns are obviously made by an amateur; I can tell they're awful even with my eyes closed."

"Also, the way he's holding the skewers is wrong."

Song Qianxia gestured with the cucumber in her hand.

"A decent person holds the stick with their thumb and forefinger. But he just gripped the bottom of the stick with his whole hand."

She said it with absolute certainty.

"I used to sell grilled meat skewers at a roadside stall. When the urban management officers came to inspect, I would hold the meat skewers in this position, ready to use them as weapons for self-defense at any time."

Lin Wan was stunned.

"So, you recognized him because his candied hawthorn skewers looked ugly and the way he handled the skewers looked like he was fighting?"

"Absolutely!" Song Qianxia nodded frantically.

Looking at her nonchalant demeanor, Lin Wan felt for some reason that something was off.

But you can't find a single fault with it.