Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

Chapter 118 You call this not eerie?

Li Mo'an held the phone that had been hung up and blinked calmly.

He stared at the now-black phone screen.

He opened his mouth, then reluctantly took the phone away from his ear.

He originally wanted to explain things properly to his aunt.

He felt that his aunt had really misunderstood him.

How could I possibly equate this fight with the usual brawls and fights between street thugs?

He's challenging others to a fight for justice.

You should know that the person on the other end of the phone was a ruthless drug dealer.

He used this down-to-earth method to lure the other party out, with the ultimate goal of cooperating with the police to bring them all to justice.

This is clearly a good thing full of positive energy.

That's definitely a heroic act.

But his aunt, on the contrary, didn't give him any chance to explain.

Li Mo'an put his phone back in his pocket.

He stood there, savoring again the warning his aunt had left on the phone.

"Don't do anything weird again!"

Li Mo'an's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He mentally reviewed everything he had just done from beginning to end.

The man, soaking wet, came in seeking help.

He deduced the undercover agent's identity and the drug dealer's private number from the other party's few words.

Then, he decisively dialed the number, successfully provoking the other party and arranging a meeting place.

The entire process is logically sound.

The action was decisive.

Every step was full of wit and courage.

"What's so strange about this?" This thought popped into his mind.

He felt that his challenge to fight the drug dealers was perfectly reasonable.

It's not weird at all.

"This is weird..."

"This is way too weird!"

"You actually managed to get a date?!"

Just then, a somewhat dazed voice suddenly rang out.

The voice sounded extremely shocked, even trembling.

Li Mo'an turned his head away.

He looked calmly in the direction from which the sound came.

Suddenly, I noticed someone standing next to me.

The person speaking was none other than Old Zou, the old policeman who had just left.

Old Zou looked at him in disbelief.

original.

Just a while ago.

Old Zou was indeed with his apprentice Zhang Caiwei, supporting the man who appeared to have overdosed on drugs, as they hurriedly walked out of the police station.

They planned to put the person into the police car parked in the yard and rush them to the nearest hospital for emergency treatment.

The summer sun poured down relentlessly onto the asphalt road, making people sweat profusely.

Old Zou, supporting his heavy body, walked step by step toward the police car.

but.

He walked out of the police station.

Heading towards the parking area.

But suddenly, he belatedly realized that something was wrong.

This was a warning signal from his professional intuition honed over years of handling cases.

As Lao Zou walked, he kept replaying what had happened in the hall in his mind.

He remembered the young man named Li Mo'an.

He recalled the resolute words Li Mo'an had just spoken to him.

What undercover agent?

What private phone number?

They even proposed a bold plan to call and trick the drug dealer into coming out.

When I first heard these things.

Lao Zou just felt that this was a celebrity who came to experience life and was forcing himself to act out a role.

He thought it was just wishful thinking.

but.

As he gradually calmed down, his professional acumen regained its advantage.

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became.

"Could it really be true?" he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He stopped in his tracks.

Zhang Caiwei glanced at him with some confusion.

Just then.

Old Zou happened to run into a young policeman who had just returned from a call and was walking towards them.

Old Zou did not hesitate at all.

He immediately called out to the young policeman.

Speaking like a mentor, he ordered Zhang Caiwei and the young policeman to quickly take the person who had overdosed on drugs to the hospital for emergency treatment.

"You two go quickly!" Old Zou urged.

"Be careful on the road, and report back to me immediately when you arrive at the hospital!"

After handing the person over to a colleague.

Old Zou turned around and ran into the lobby of the police station.

He ran so fast that he almost lost his hat.

He had to go back and check. After all, checking wouldn't hurt him.

Then, he listened to the whole thing.

"You think you're so great?!"

"If that doesn't work, try China Construction Bank!"

"The China Construction Bank on Wenhua Road!"

Listening to those extremely arrogant words.

Old Zou stood there, completely stunned.

A look of shock welled up in his eyes, which had been weathered by the years.

To know.

This is Lao Zou, an old policeman who usually just handles neighborhood disputes and mentors new recruits.

He is not an ordinary grassroots police officer.

He was actually a seasoned narcotics officer.

He danced on the edge of a knife for more than a decade on the front lines of drug enforcement.

His physical condition deteriorated rapidly due to a serious injury sustained during a dangerous mission.

He had no choice but to retire from the front line with deep regret and was transferred to this downtown police station to retire.

Although my body is failing.

But his excellent professional skills remain.

His memory, in particular, was exceptional to an abnormal degree.

He had spent countless sleepless nights, wearing headphones, listening to recordings of criminals in a secret listening room.

He once participated in a long surveillance mission.

The sound heard.

And just now.

When he heard the voice threatening to go to the Construction Bank to fight coming from the phone speaker.

The memory deep within Lao Zou's mind was instantly awakened.

Although there is a slight distortion due to telephone communication.

But this accent.

That speaking speed.

This is a unique pausing habit that occurs when someone is swearing.

It was exactly the same person he had overheard back then!

In other words.

Everything that Li Mo'an told him in the hall before was true!

That dying man was really an undercover agent!

That number really is a drug dealer's private phone number!

And this intern police officer, who hadn't even warmed up his uniform yet, actually managed to trick the criminal hiding in the shadows into revealing himself with just a few words of insults!

The hall fell silent.

at this time.

Old policeman Zou stared blankly at Li Mo'an.

He swallowed.

He felt his throat was a little dry.

He repeated it again, his voice filled with the shock of his worldview being overturned.

"no......"

"You actually managed to arrange a fight with that drug dealer?"

As soon as Lao Zou said that...

Yue Xiaopeng, the photographer who was standing to the side carrying the camera equipment, was completely dumbfounded.

He was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at Old Zou.

He felt that even his last illusions had been ruthlessly shattered.

Just a few minutes ago.

When Li Mo'an hung up the phone.

Yue Xiaopeng was still frantically hypnotizing himself in his mind.

He was still trying to comfort himself, saying that the person on the other end of the phone might not be a drug dealer, but just an ordinary citizen with a bad temper.

But now.

From this experienced veteran policeman.

He finally confirmed this cruel truth.

The person on the other end of the phone really was a ruthless drug dealer!

This is no joke!

This is a real fight that could end in bloodshed at any moment!

Yue Xiaopeng felt his legs go weak and he almost couldn't hold onto the camera.

And this time.

Li Mo'an stood still.

He looked at the elderly policeman, whose face was filled with shock and who was panting heavily.

There was no panic or smugness on his face.

He remained as calm and unwavering as ever.