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

Old Zou's back, which was originally somewhat hunched, was now completely straight.

He took a deep breath.

The night breeze brought a touch of humidity.

But he didn't feel any shortness of breath; instead, he felt a fire burning in his chest.

The sense of tragic impending sacrifice that I felt was replaced by a firm sense of mission.

indeed.

Criminals should be afraid of the police!

Looking at the tall and upright young man in front of him, Lao Zou's eyes ignited with an unprecedented fighting spirit.

He was deeply impressed by Li Mo'an's righteous and awe-inspiring words.

In Lao Zou's view, this was a model young man with pure faith who disregarded life and death.

He was a hero whose moral character was so high that even this old policeman felt inferior to him.

however.

Old Zou had no idea that the young man in front of him was not some kind of person with profound and unfathomable thoughts.

Rather, it's because Li Mo'an inherently lacks sufficient perception of danger.

In this world of young people.

It seems that the nerve of fear was completely severed from childhood.

Under this nature.

Li Mo'an's logic is also unconventional.

His way of thinking is very simple and direct; he only focuses on the most basic surface logic.

For example, what he just said: "Criminals should be afraid of the police."

In his view, it is only natural for a cat to catch a mouse. Since he is a policeman and the other party is a drug dealer, the other party must be afraid of him.

As for whether the other side has heavy weapons.

As for whether that fan club gathering took place in a lawless area under warlord rule.

He never bothered to delve into the deeper logic behind these appearances.

For example, when he dug up so many bombs in Mushroom Village before.

Others were terrified.

He thought, "If the bomb doesn't explode, I won't die."

If it didn't explode, then what's the difference between it and a potato buried in the ground?

Why be afraid of a potato that didn't explode?

This is his most genuine underlying logic.

Simple, brutal, and unreasonable.

Logically speaking, this superficial way of thinking should have been brutally defeated by society long ago.

He should have suffered a lot long ago.

But he's just too wicked.

This superficial logic has never been broken.

Of course, this logic was broken once before my previous life when I transmigrated, by that unethical bomb.

The bomb explosion sent his body parts flying off in different directions.

But after time travel.

His unorthodox attributes seem to have received an epic boost.

It's as if they've been blessed with some kind of indescribable halo.

In this life, his intelligence has also been significantly enhanced.

Whenever he encounters a crisis and needs to improvise a joke on the spot.

He always manages to escape danger thanks to his clear mind and various clever tricks.

For example, a few days ago, at that bar.

The convoy had just arrived, and Zhao Zhihai took them to a bar to relax.

As a result, they were subjected to a surprise inspection by the local police.

The main gate was blocked.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Zhao Zhihai and his henchmen were terrified, their palms sweating profusely.

The blond-haired henchman even suffered a mental breakdown and was ready to pull out his weapon and fight.

In that critical moment, Li Mo'an had absolutely no well-thought-out escape plan in his mind.

He simply felt he couldn't let the blond-haired man fire the shot, so he calmly stepped forward.

He was about to go up and improvise some jokes.

Relying on his newly acquired undercover knowledge, he submitted forged documents.

Fingers tap rhythmically on the edge.

When answering questions, the stress should be precisely placed on specific words.

Using this impromptu, unorthodox method, he managed to communicate across servers with the police officer in charge using the police system's code words.

He clearly told the police that he was carrying out a secret undercover mission.

The officer in charge immediately understood, and after a quick check, waved goodbye and left without hesitation.

That was an impromptu performance.

This not only allowed him to escape unscathed with this group of drug traffickers.

This also made Zhao Zhihai and his henchmen revere him like a god, completely solidifying his unfathomable status as a big boss.

This further elevated his undercover skills to the [Master Plus] level.

He earned the title of "undercover agent."

and so.

With its inherent intelligence further enhanced by an epic boost to its sinister attributes.

His logic of "judging only by appearances" has never been broken by reality.

Every time he encounters danger, he manages to resolve it perfectly in all sorts of outrageous ways.

This led to a certain result.

He was convinced of his own logic.

He believed that his way of thinking was absolutely correct.

And after becoming deeply convinced of this logic.

This further diminished his ability to perceive danger.

He felt that if the problem could be solved, then the danger wasn't real danger.

This forms a perfect logical closed loop.

It's like a nesting doll!

At this time.

Old Zou, who has been completely brainwashed by this nested logic, is in a state of high enthusiasm.

He straightened his back.

I rubbed my cheeks vigorously with both hands to keep my mind clear.

He looked at Li Mo'an, whose face remained calm.

I've already made up my mind.

Since we're going to do something big, we're going to attend that perilous fan meeting.

Then we must first resolve any remaining concerns.

That is, the very important issue that Boss Li just mentioned—no absenteeism.

Without hesitation, Lao Zou pulled his phone out of his pocket.

He crouched down, using the faint light from the corner of the yard.

He skillfully logged into the internal office system of the public security bureau.

He opened the leave application page.

The screen's glow illuminated his face, etched with the marks of time.

Old Zou's finger hovered over the top of the screen.

He took a deep breath.

Furthermore, due to strict confidentiality requirements.

He knew that his undercover mission abroad must not be leaked in the slightest.

Even when facing Captain Chen of the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Anti-Drug Brigade, he couldn't reveal the true plan.

Because once the intelligence is leaked.

Even the slightest clue could lead to their demise abroad.

and so.

He could only make up a reason.

Old Zou's gaze lingered on the input box for a long time.

It was quiet all around, with only the sounds of henchmen carrying things in the distance.

He gritted his teeth.

Fingers began to slowly tap on the screen.

He only wrote some trivial reasons:

"The world is so big, I want to go out and see it."

After typing these words.

Old Zou looked at the screen, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.

That reason sounds very sophisticated.

It's like a literary youth who's tired of working at the grassroots level and wants to find poetry and distant places.

As I write this.

He thought to himself.

"They might have left."

"They're never coming back."

Then.

With a resolute expression, he pressed the submit button.