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

Old Zou's breathing stopped.

The plainclothes police officers who were crouching in the shadows, eavesdropping on the commotion, were all dumbfounded.

Da Zhang squatted down next to the tires of the SUV.

He had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

At that moment, his jaw unconsciously opened.

With a "click".

The cigarette fell onto the dusty, muddy ground.

He didn't even bend down to pick it up; he just stared blankly at Li Mo'an standing in the shadows.

Old Liu next to him was rubbing his sore calves.

Upon hearing this, he froze completely.

He remained in a half-bent-over posture, like a weathered stone sculpture.

The air in the courtyard became quiet.

Only the occasional chirping of insects in the distance accentuated the absurd atmosphere in the courtyard.

These people were transferred here to assist in the undercover operation.

They are all just grassroots police officers in the city center police station, handling trivial family disputes.

The biggest cases we usually encounter are cases where someone's electric scooter is stolen.

Following Li Mo'an into the lion's den this time has used up most of my courage.

I just saw Zhao Zhihai being tied up and taken away.

All of them had relaxed their tense nerves.

They initially thought it was just a close call with an undercover operation.

The process was magical, but the result was perfect.

The boss was captured, and the mission was successfully completed.

Next, they will be able to return in triumph.

Zhang even had a menu for the celebration banquet in his mind.

The first thing I did upon returning to Shanghai was to get a steaming pot of braised pork to treat my stomach, which had been suffering these past few days.

who ever thought.

This kid actually wants to lead them straight overseas!

And it's some kind of fan club convention!

Is this the kind of job a police officer should be doing?

Da Zhang felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked at Li Mo'an's calm face.

I was speechless.

"Do you even know what you're saying, you little brat?"

"He even went to the fan club meeting."

"Why don't you just go to Sanbianpo and arrest all the warlords who produce drugs there?" Zhang thought to himself.

And in the place closest to Li Mo'an.

Old Zou swallowed hard.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

The night breeze blew through the courtyard.

It brings a touch of the humid, stuffy feeling unique to the tropics.

Old Zou discovered that his back was soaked with sweat, and his palms were covered in slippery, cold sweat.

As an old policeman with graying temples.

Old Zou has spent most of his life working at the grassroots level and has seen all sorts of criminals.

He knew all too well what the "fan leader conference" overseas meant.

That's not Tokyo University.

There are no rules there.

That was a true lawless zone.

In that no-man's-land of Sanbianpo, human life is worth less than grass.

Everywhere there were warlords who held military power and controlled their own territories.

The poppy fields that covered the hillsides were filled with privately armed groups carrying automatic rifles.

Those tyrants will do anything for profit.

These few people.

They didn't even have a decent weapon; they only had a few batons that looked like fire pokers.

If I really went abroad with this group of drug traffickers.

That's like throwing lambs to the slaughter.

As long as their identity is exposed even in the slightest.

Or perhaps you said something wrong at a fan meeting.

They would be riddled with bullets in an instant, and then buried in some random desolate place, their remains never even able to be brought back to their homeland.

Old Zou's mind was engaged in a frantic internal struggle.

Old Zou gritted his teeth.

The masseter muscles on both cheeks bulged out high.

His fists were clenched tightly.

He decided to give it his all.

I would risk my life to accompany you, my lord.

He planned to play a big game with this weird young man.

Old Zou took a small step forward.

His voice trembled slightly, a tremor he couldn't quite hide.

But his tone became unusually firm.

"OK."

Do you have a detailed plan?

Old Zou stared intently into Li Mo'an's eyes and asked in a low voice.

"Or rather, what's the first thing we need to do?"

In Lao Zou's view, since the decision was made to go undercover abroad, a meticulous plan was necessary.

How to deal with unseen sentries on the border.

How do we deal with those cunning foreign thugs when we arrive at Sanbianpo?

What are the evacuation routes and emergency plans in case of emergencies?

These must all be accurate to the second, without any errors.

Li Mo'an remained calm.

Faced with Lao Zou's serious questioning.

He did not answer immediately.

Instead, he lowered his head slightly.

He seemed to be deep in thought.

Old Zou and the others held their breath, their hearts pounding in their throats.

Zhang and Liu didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

They were all waiting for Li Mo'an to unveil a stunning tactical plan.

at this time.

Li Mo'an's brain was indeed working at lightning speed.

The logic is very clear.

"Old Zou and the others have been running around doing errands for me these past few days."

"They all endured hardships, sleeping outdoors in the wind."

Although they may appear to be part of the drug trafficking network, they are ultimately still official police officers from the local police station.

"Police officers are just ordinary workers too."

"If a worker doesn't go to work, their wages will be docked."

"We're going to a conference overseas next, a long journey, and I don't know if it will take several days longer."

"If they just quietly follow me away, their employers will definitely consider it absenteeism."

"Being docked pay for absenteeism is a minor issue; the real problem is getting fired and losing my job. Wouldn't I then become the one who harmed my colleagues?"

Li Mo'an completely understood this logic in his mind.

In his view, this is the most urgent, core, and necessary first step to be addressed.

Work discipline must not be abandoned.

We must follow the proper procedures.

As for whether going to Sanbianpo is dangerous.

He didn't even consider that possibility.

In his view, there was no danger if the bomb didn't explode.

Similarly, the fan club meeting is just a place to hold meetings.

It's just a group of people sitting together discussing something, what danger could there be?

A few seconds later.

Li Mo'an raised his head.

He looked at Old Zou, whose face was full of expectation.

He opened his mouth slowly.

"You should ask for leave from the police system first."

Li Mo'an spoke calmly and very seriously.

"Follow me around these past few days."

"That counts as absenteeism."

These words fell into the quiet courtyard of a farmhouse.

Old Zou's body swayed suddenly.

Zhang, who was standing next to him, suddenly felt weak in the legs and plopped down on the running board of the SUV.

Old Liu's mouth dropped open so wide that his jaw almost fell to the ground.

Everyone's brains went blank for a moment.

Followed by.

A strong sense of speechlessness instantly overwhelmed everyone.

Absent-off work?

Is this a problem of absenteeism?!

Old Zou stared blankly at Li Mo'an.

He felt his blood pressure soaring and his temples throbbing wildly.

He had just prepared himself to die.

He even went over in his mind how to write his will and how to divide the compensation money after he got back.

He thought that Li Mo'an, after careful consideration, would reveal some earth-shattering strategic plan.

They will come up with a flawless infiltration plan.

result.

That's it?

The first step is to ask for leave?

They're going to that legendary fan club gathering!

That place is a dangerous wasteland, heavily armed.

There, the chance of survival is extremely slim.

Who the hell cares about whether someone skips work or not?!

If you don't even know if you can save your life, why would you care about a few hundred yuan for perfect attendance?!

Do you still care about your company's attendance records?!

Old Zou took a deep breath.

His chest heaved violently.

He looked at Li Mo'an's face, which remained calm throughout.

Looking into those eyes that showed no emotion whatsoever.

Old Zou finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He simply couldn't understand the young man's thought process.

He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and asked the question that had been lingering in my heart:

"You don't mean...?"

"Aren't you afraid?"