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

Looking at the words "only son".

Lei's heart skipped a beat.

It seems like he's thought of something.

He suddenly turned around.

I quickly walked to the computer desk on the side of the conference room.

He pulled out a chair and sat down.

He pulled his personal cell phone out of his pocket.

Unlock the screen and look in the search box.

He typed in the three characters "Li Mo'an".

He pressed the Enter key heavily with his index finger.

The page refreshed instantly.

A massive amount of information immediately appeared online.

Various video clips from the show "Mushroom House" filled the entire screen.

........................................

Team Leader Lei held the mouse.

I randomly clicked on a short video with a very high number of likes.

That was the live broadcast footage of Li Mo'an digging out the first bomb with an entrenching tool at the entrance of Mushroom Village.

The video begins playing. The progress bar slowly moves forward.

however.

Captain Lei's brows furrowed as he leaned closer to the screen, carefully observing the footage in the video.

on the screen.

The surrounding villagers, and the staff carrying cameras.

Even the soil and weeds on the ground.

Every detail is clearly visible.

However, the person in the very center of the picture is the only one.

The one holding an entrenching tool.

The young people who sparked this massive riot.

His entire head, including his neck, was completely covered by a very thick mosaic.

That's a special technical processing method.

It's impossible to see any of his facial features at all.

Team Leader Lei refused to believe in superstition.

He swiped the mouse and clicked on several videos of different scenes.

A video of someone knocking on a blast door in the back hill.

This led to the dramatic scene of the authorities using thermobaric weapons to extinguish the fire.

Even some entertainment marketing accounts have edited and spread blurry videos without authorization.

The results were all the same.

Without exception.

Whenever Li Mo'an appeared in the video, his face was completely blurred with a thick mosaic.

They didn't reveal their true appearance at all.

On the phone screen.

The comments section below the video is scrolling rapidly.

The online comments scrolled by densely.

"The censorship is way too thick!"

"What does this guy actually look like?"

"What's going on? Why is there such a thick layer of censorship?"

"It's just arranging a fight, is it really necessary to impose such a ban?"

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Looking at all these question marks and netizens' complaints.

Chief Lei leaned back in his large chair and put down his phone.

My brain started working at lightning speed.

In an instant, he understood why things had turned out this way.

Behind all of this.

Clearly, there is an unseen hand controlling everything.

after all.

During the filming of "Mushroom House," Li Mo'an caused quite a stir.

Several thousand conventional bombs were unearthed at the entrance of the village.

Later, they even developed nuclear counterattack units buried deep underground.

This level of commotion has long exceeded the limits that a variety show can control.

This has definitely alarmed the highest-level security department at the University of Tokyo.

and.

More importantly, according to the records in this top-secret file, the other party is the last surviving member of a family of martyrs!

The authorities are acting out of a desire to absolutely protect the other party.

They cut off the source directly.

All videos of the other person on the internet.

Everything has been redacted using the highest level of technical censorship; the official intention is quite clear.

At the very least.

We will only gradually release the uncensored, normal videos after the hype surrounding these successive explosive events has completely died down, after the public's attention has shifted to other news, and after everything has settled down.

This is an impeccable protection mechanism.

I've figured out this layer of logic.

Team Leader Lei's tense nerves relaxed a little.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, before this, when he learned that the Boss Li who had fooled the police was actually the celebrity Li Mo'an, he was very worried and afraid of those desperate criminals.

I usually keep an eye on domestic entertainment news when I have free time.

What if it's on some short video platform or entertainment news headline?

Seeing the other person's unblurred face, that undercover agent in the D network, posing as the boss, would instantly expose them.

Once their identities are exposed, they'll be in that lawless place.

What awaits Li Mo'an is an extremely cruel revenge.

Now it seems...

The official one-size-fits-all approach to masking inadvertently did them a great favor.

This biggest hidden danger has been eliminated in advance.

Of course, even without this official layer of censorship protection...

In fact, the risks exposed are not as great as imagined.

Commander Lei recalled the previous situation.

Although he had a brief encounter with the other party in the dark, when the other party was standing in the shadows on the riverbank.

Although the specific facial features are not clearly visible.

But the other person's demeanor was exactly like that of a gang leader who had been navigating the underworld for many years.

That upright posture, that calm face.

And the aura of authority that emanates from his every move gives people the illusion of a completely different person.

That kind of composure that runs deep in one's bones.

That kind of calm that wouldn't faze you even if the sky were to fall.

This is not something an ordinary celebrity could act out.

even.

Even if they really did take those high-definition photos of the other party that they took in the entertainment industry, those promotional photos with exquisite makeup.

Simply place them together with each other.

It was placed in front of those well-informed drug dealers.

The sellers only thought the two looked somewhat alike.

After all, it's very difficult to break human habitual thinking.

Who would associate a drug lord who can easily knock down his former boss with a brick with a celebrity who experiences life in a slow-paced variety show?

The difference in their identities is so vast that it completely exceeds the limits of normal people's imagination.

Nobody would even think in that direction.

Even so, the official measures of masking faces across the entire internet remain crucial for protection.

In the unpredictable world of undercover operations, every extra layer of protection increases the chances of survival.

Chief Lei reached out and pinched the space between his eyebrows.

Trying to relieve the eye strain caused by staying up late.

He closed the webpage on his computer.

He put the file back into the bag. Just then, a thought suddenly struck him, and he stared at the cover of the file bag.

Those words kept repeating in my mind.

"A family of martyrs?"

"Your surname is Li?"

These originally isolated words began to collide with each other at an extremely fast pace in his mind.

He quickly pieced together all the clues.

Sudden.

The scene before dawn suddenly flashed through his mind.

That was a scene of people looking at each other across the river.

The water roared.

Morning mist blanketed the wide river surface.

On the rocky beach across the river, the young man stood there calmly, his hands in his pockets.

The outline of that figure.

That composure that disregards all danger.

Team Leader Lei sat in his chair, completely stunned.

Now I know why it felt so familiar!

He finally found the source of that familiar feeling hidden deep in his memory, and his heart began to race uncontrollably.

His chest heaved violently.

He remembered.

That happened many years ago.

He wasn't in his current position back then.

He remembered clearly that he had two comrades-in-arms who had fought alongside him, and those two were brothers.

His marksmanship was extremely accurate.

He possesses extraordinary courage and insight.

In countless anti-drug operations, they entrusted their backs to each other.

They forged a bond that transcended life and death.

Later, the two brothers received a mission. They changed their names, said goodbye to all their comrades and relatives, and went to Sanbianpo to carry out a certain mission.

That was a true near-death experience.

It was a hell filled with drugs and weapons.

In the end, the two brothers died heroically in the jungle of a foreign land.

They fulfilled the oath they swore when they put on their police uniforms, shedding their last drop of blood, and even their remains were never recovered. This is a pain that will forever remain in Chief Lei's heart.

Every time the night is deep and quiet.

He would always remember those two faces.

He remembered that the two men also had the surname Li!

Moreover, during a brief chat after a mission ended.

The other person sat on the grass by the border, smoking cheap cigarettes, and had once told him with a smile that he had a younger brother back in his hometown who was much younger than him.

He also said that after he fulfilled his wish of having no one under heaven, he would go back to watch his younger brother grow up and teach him how to be a proper man. Indeed, it was because they shared the same aspirations that they became good friends.

Memories flooded back like a tide.

Lei's eyes instantly reddened, and a layer of tears blurred his vision.

He gripped the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

My breathing became very heavy.

As for those two...

He also knew a little about the other party's family.

Our ancestors also shed blood for the construction of the country.

If that young man named Li Mo'an is indeed the younger brother of those two people.

Combining that with the records in this top-secret file, the other family really was a family of loyal martyrs! Chief Lei felt a chill run down his spine.

An indescribable emotion was stuck in my chest, suffocating me.

In fact, for a family like theirs, filled with loyal martyrs...

My father and two elder brothers have all sacrificed their lives for the country.

They gave everything to this land.

But in the end, there was only one person left.

The country and the organization certainly hope that he can live a peaceful and safe life.

This only child should become a star, singing under the spotlight and appearing on variety shows.

Stay away from those cruel sword fights and shadowy life-or-death struggles.

This is undoubtedly the best choice.

This is the best protection and solace for the bloodline of the martyrs.

This is also the outcome that all living people would most like to see.

But now...

Chief Lei looked at the file on the table.

His eyes twitched violently.

This kid, the only one who should have been living a peaceful life in the entertainment industry.

They actually had the audacity to follow a group of drug traffickers overseas!

He went to Sanbianpo, the place that had once claimed the lives of his two older brothers!

The most outrageous thing is that he himself fully cooperated in releasing all of this!

They deliberately created a gap in the defensive line.

The thought of how I was smug last night, thinking I'd made a brilliant move, makes me realize how self-satisfied I was.

They cooperated with the undercover agent to stage a flawless act.

They felt they had completely outmaneuvered those drug dealers.

Commander Lei felt a sudden dizziness.

"This is fucking terrible!"

He was speechless, then suddenly stood up.

He slapped the solid wood table.

This is to vent the shock and regret in my heart.

He personally raised his old comrade's only younger brother in this world.

They sent the last surviving son of that family of loyal martyrs to his doom!

Moreover, I've placed my bets on the other side!

He was still hoping that the other party could penetrate deep into the tiger's den and uproot the foundations of those tyrants.

Commander Lei paced anxiously back and forth in his office.

His leather shoes made a dull thud on the floor, and his lips twitched.

He rubbed his cheeks vigorously with both hands.

To hell with wiping them all out.

To hell with destroying the source.

The key issue now is no longer whether we can wipe out all those drug dealers, but the safety of this kid!