Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Are you sure?

Director Huang broke out in a cold sweat.

The thought of the police officers rushing in and being met with an exploding landmine filled him with lingering fear.

Damn it, after being in the position of bureau chief for several years, I've lost even the most basic sense of vigilance?!

He and the political commissar exchanged a glance; both of them looked grim.

If it weren't for Chang Kun's reminder, they, as the commanders-in-chief of this operation, would probably have had a very difficult time getting away with it.

"Let's send someone to try it out first. I remember there are a few skilled landmine users in the team."

Director Huang turned around to make arrangements when he saw Ah Hui, the head of the Qianmen Police Station, glaring at Chang Kun with shifty eyes.

"Ahui, you want to be on the front lines? Fine! I knew you were always so ambitious!"

Director Huang knew that this subordinate of his always loved to show off, so he gave him this opportunity.

Ahui's eyes widened, and he pointed his index finger at himself.

"Huh? Mine clearance? Me?"

Director Huang waved his hand and said, "This is your chance to prove yourself. We'll arrange for two skilled landmine handlers to work with you later."

Ahui's lips trembled. He hadn't expected that just secretly glaring at Chang Kun from behind would cause him such trouble.

This could cost him his life!

If clearing the mines fails, then...

Thinking of this, cold sweat poured down his back.

"Go now! Don't give yourself a chance and then fail to live up to it!"

Urged on by Director Huang, Ahui arrived in front of the two landmine experts, looking as if he had lost his parents.

Fortunately, the two mine-handling experts were quite skilled and quickly dealt with the mine at the entrance.

Chang Kun stopped the police team that wanted to continue forward and walked at the front himself.

Step by step, they cleared five landmines right inside the courtyard of a residential house.

The police officers were all shaken. If Chang Kun hadn't warned them, they would have been injured at the very least, and in more serious cases, they might have died.

"Damn it! These little Japanese dare to cause trouble here. If we catch them, we'll teach them a lesson they won't forget!"

With the old grudges from the War of Resistance against Japan still unresolved, and now facing this situation again, everyone is filled with righteous indignation.

Chang Kun gave a wry smile. The house was empty at the moment, making it difficult to catch the Japanese spy!

Sure enough, the entire residence, consisting of three courtyards, was completely empty and its belongings were kept spotless.

It was clear that they left unhurriedly, having received accurate information before the police arrived.

Director Huang and the political commissar looked grim; the entire operation had completely failed.

They thought they had been discreet enough, but they never expected this outcome.

They rushed to Tianjin full of confidence, but gained nothing. They had no way to explain themselves when they returned.

Even though there are many skilled police officers, whether in marksmanship or physical combat, they are not afraid of Japanese spies at all.

But if you can't find the person, no matter how capable you are, it's all for nothing.

Chang Kun looked around, hoping to find some clues.

With his own system sensing and numerous skills, he could find the traces of those Japanese spies as long as they made even the slightest mistake.

"Sigh!" Director Huang sighed deeply and looked at the political commissar. "This won't do. I'll ask our comrades in Tianjin to see if they have any other leads."

The political commissar also felt discouraged and nodded.

That was the only way; after interrogating those human traffickers, they only managed to find this one location in Tianjin.

The organizations behind human traffickers are very tight-knit, and subordinates have no idea about the structure of their superiors. To catch them, you need not only strength, but also a lot of luck.

Clearly, luck is not on their side right now.

"We can't lose our composure. This opponent is not easy. It's already good that none of our men have been injured or killed."

When the political commissar tried to encourage the crowd, it was clearly not very effective.

Before arriving in Tianjin, everyone was eager to get started, thinking they had already secured the credit for capturing enemy agents.

They haven't caught a single person yet, the difference is too great!

Chang Kun was still searching for items left behind by the spies when suddenly he stared at a pile of garbage in the corner of the yard.

"What is that?"

He pointed to a tattered strip of cloth, from which one could faintly smell a trace of blood.

The policeman who was cleaning things up was a bit older. Hearing this, he looked up at Chang Kun and laughed, "Young man, you're still young. This thing isn't clean, so you'd better not touch it."

"Oh? Brother, what exactly is that?"

The older policeman chuckled and nudged Chang Kun: "Young man, don't be too curious. This thing is useless. I'm throwing it away."

Director Huang, who was standing in the courtyard sulking, heard this and frowned deeply: "Old Li, just say what you mean, why are you beating around the bush?!"

Police officer Li gave an awkward smile, pointing with disdain at the tattered strip of cloth: "This thing is for women, they need to use it every month."

He knew that many people were superstitious about this, so he didn't explain it too clearly, but Chang Kun understood it immediately.

He looked delighted: "This is a woman's menstrual belt?"

Director Huang raised an eyebrow: "Oh, Chang Kun, you're not married yet, are you? You know quite a lot!"

Old Li's expression was even more varied. Seeing Chang Kun's surprised look, he looked at him strangely and wondered to himself, "Does this young policeman have some kind of special hobby?"

I never expected him to have such a peculiar hobby at such a young age...

Just as she was lost in her fantasies, Chang Kun stepped forward and gently picked up the dirty menstrual belt.

A pungent, fishy stench assaulted my senses!

Chang Kun felt nauseous and almost vomited.

Damn it, I don't even know if it's something from Japanese female spies. I hope I don't waste my time!

Ignoring the strange looks from Director Huang and Officer Li, Chang Kun picked up the menstrual belt, turned his back, and squeezed it a few times.

As long as he can catch the Japanese spies, he won't back down, no matter how difficult it is, let alone getting involved with such dirty stuff.

Revolutionary martyrs shed countless lives so that future generations could live in peace and safety.

Just when things were finally starting to look up, the Japanese wanted to cause trouble again, and he absolutely would not allow anyone to destroy this hard-won environment.

Inside the compound, not only Director Huang and Old Li witnessed this scene, but also many police officers watched with cold eyes.

"Hey, look at that person..."

"What's wrong?"

"He was holding a woman's menstrual belt, and we don't know what he was doing behind our backs?"

"What? Holy crap! This guy's tastes even more extreme than mine?"

"I need to ask someone how to use that thing..."

A group of people were discussing it animatedly.

The political commissar roared, "Finished searching, huh? Did you find any clues about the Japanese? I bet you guys have nothing better to do all day!"

Director Huang frowned, suddenly remembering that unreliable rumor.

I heard that the day before yesterday, Chang Kun led the police to the hideout where the human traffickers were holding the children. At that time, I learned that Chang Kun was just a new recruit in the police force, so I asked him a few more questions.

It's said that Chang Kun found the child's trail using the child's family's blood. At this moment, he's holding a menstrual belt... could it be...?

Thinking of this, he stared hopefully at Chang Kun's back.

Chang Kun finally turned around, a smile on his face.

"It's done?" Director Huang asked, trembling.

Chang Kun nodded emphatically. He hadn't expected that those Japanese were so audacious as to remain in Tianjin instead of fleeing far away.

The others were dumbfounded, looking at Chang Kun carrying a menstrual belt, and then at Director Huang, whose face was full of excitement.

What are these two talking about?

Could there be some secret behind that menstrual belt?