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Within the territory of Dongda University.

Night fell over Yanghai City.

Inside the city center police station, the incandescent lights in the reception hall shone brightly.

Footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor.

The police station chief, with his hands behind his back and a slightly protruding beer belly, strolled slowly down the corner of the corridor.

The middle-aged leader, who had just approved leave slips for Lao Zou and several other grassroots police officers a few days ago, was currently in a very relaxed working state, and his expression looked quite comfortable.

He walked steadily into the police reception hall, his eyes sweeping over the police officers who were on night shift.

The security situation in the area has been exceptionally good recently.

Especially a few days ago, Lao Zou, along with several plainclothes brothers, quietly took down that big-time drug lord Zhao Zhihai.

This is a truly significant achievement.

This not only brought honor to the Yanghai City police, but also made him, as the station chief, feel very prestigious at the city bureau meetings.

Recalling the scene when Lao Zou submitted his leave request, the director felt a surge of amusement and relief.

"Those old buddies always work incredibly hard on cases, and they must be exhausted after catching such a big fish this time." This thought crossed his mind.

So when he saw those leave applications, he approved them without hesitation.

In his subjective imagination, Lao Zou and his plainclothes brothers were probably lying comfortably on bamboo chairs in some suburban farmhouse, enjoying a rare leisure holiday while fishing in the night breeze.

He simply couldn't imagine what his subordinates, whom he thought were on vacation, were like.

At this moment, I am trapped in a foreign jungle thousands of kilometers away, accompanying a young man with a peculiar way of thinking, frantically testing the boundaries of death among a group of armed desperados.

With this pleasant information gap, the director's smile deepened.

He strolled past two rows of computer desks and finally stopped next to a workstation by the window.

The young female operator sitting at the workstation was the one who had hung up on Li Mo'an earlier.

It was already late at night, and the lobby seemed rather empty except for the occasional sound of keyboard typing.

The operator was taking off her blue light blocking glasses and vigorously rubbing her aching temples with her fingers.

Because of staring at the screen for so long, a faint bluish ring had appeared around her eyes, and her expression revealed her undeniable fatigue.

"Xiao Liu, you've worked hard on duty tonight."

The director stood beside the workstation and asked in a very approachable tone, "How was it? Any unusual situations in the latter half of the night?"

Upon hearing the supervisor's voice, the female operator quickly put down her hand that had been rubbing her eyes and put her glasses back on.

She sat up straight and briefly recalled the police call records from tonight.

"Nothing special, Chief."

The female operator shook her head, a hint of helplessness in her voice. "It's the middle of the night, and it's mostly just routine little things. There's a drunk guy on East Street who can't find his house key, and two food stall owners outside the South City Market got into a fight over a spot. We've already notified the patrol officers nearby to handle both."

The director nodded, quite satisfied with the unremarkable report.

Nothing major has happened, which is the best news for local police stations.

Just as he was about to tell the other person to take a rest and then turn around to wander around other areas.

The female operator seemed to remember something again, and unconsciously tapped her pen twice on the notebook.

"Oh, right, Director."

She looked up, a speechless expression on her face. "It's not exactly a special case, but I just received a false police report, which really caused some trouble."

Upon hearing the words "false police report," the police station chief's expression remained largely unchanged.

He kept his hands behind his back, only slightly raising his eyebrows.

I was speechless.

But I didn't think it was a big deal.

Having worked in public security for so many years, he knew all too well the dynamics of grassroots police stations.

The same rice can feed a hundred different kinds of people.

This forest is big, so you can find all kinds of birds.

I wouldn't say it happens every day, but every now and then, you'll encounter some idle men who start acting crazy after drinking a couple of ounces of liquor late at night.

These people, fueled by alcohol, call the 110 emergency call center and spout nonsense in order to seek thrills or vent their frustrations in life.

For this kind of behavior that occupies public police resources, the station usually verifies the situation and then criticizes and educates the victim; everyone has actually become accustomed to it.

"Another one who's had too much to drink and just wants to chat?"

The director asked casually, his tone very relaxed, "What outrageous things did that person say on the phone?"

The female operator sighed, recalling the extremely bland male voice she had just heard.

That serious, nonsensical manner of his speech still makes her scalp crawl with a sense of absurdity when she thinks about it now.

"Chief, this man's words are truly outrageous."

She replied helplessly, even rolling her eyes, "He just blurted out that he had arrested more than a hundred drug traffickers and asked us to send people over to take them over."

As soon as those words were spoken...

The director blinked immediately, seemingly wondering if his hearing had deteriorated from staying up all night.

"More than a hundred?"

The director stared wide-eyed and repeated the astonishing number.

Then.

He laughed in anger when he heard that.

I was genuinely amused by this illogical and illogical lie.

A noticeable smile line appeared on his slightly chubby face, and his shoulders twitched slightly.

As a veteran police officer, he was all too aware of the difficulty of combating crime in the real world.

Normally, in order to arrest three or five drug addicts who gather together, the police station needs to scout out the route in advance, dispatch two or three police cars, and work with special police to carry out a thorough deployment.

Catching a drug kingpin who might be armed with a weapon requires taking a huge risk to one's life.

More than a hundred fan leaders?

That's an incredible concept!

Even if more than a hundred pigs were running all over the mountains, one person simply couldn't catch them all.

What's more, there are over a hundred naturally suspicious, possibly armed, desperados?

Criminals of this size gathered together.

To capture such a large group of people in one fell swoop, let alone a random passerby who appears out of nowhere.

Even if hundreds of fully armed special police officers were transferred from the municipal bureau, they could not guarantee that they could achieve victory without bloodshed.

In the director's thought process.

The person who called to report the incident, if not a severe delusional patient who escaped from a mental hospital, must have definitely short-circuited their brain by drinking substandard industrial alcohol.

Fabricating lies without even a draft completely violates the most basic common sense and the current state of public security.

"These drunkards these days are all incredibly talkative."

The director waved his hand and said to the operator in a very joking tone, "This is called bragging. This is just blowing smoke."

The female operator nodded in agreement.

She quickly chimed in, "That's right! He also said he had exchanged code words with Chief Lei from the provincial department, and that he had simply forgotten to keep Chief Lei's personal contact information, which is why he called our police station to ask for a transfer. His tone was calmer than anyone else's, making it sound like the truth."

Hearing that even high-ranking officials from the provincial government were included in this poorly written script was quite surprising.

The director shook his head, a hint of disdain for such a pointless act creeping into his smile.

He felt there was absolutely no need to delve into the matter further; it was simply a cheap joke told late at night.

"Alright, ignore these unreasonable phone calls."

The director turned around, put his hands behind his back, and prepared to leave the workstation to go to the break room next door to get a cup of hot water.

Just as he turned around, before he had even taken a step,

Sudden.

Out of the professional inertia developed over many years by veteran police officers, there is an instinctive curiosity about the information of the person reporting the case.

"Oh, right."

The police station chief stopped, turned his head slightly, and casually asked a question.

"What's this person's name?"