Chapter 448: I'm a Journalist!

"Next time you get this kind of weird call, don't get hung up on whether the caller dialed the wrong number; just go along with what they say."

"Especially with calls about deliveries or takeout, you have to act natural to coax out the caller's address, then notify the police to dispatch, understand?"

Before dispatching, Xu Mo also gave a brief reminder to several operators.

He instructed them that if this situation arises again, they shouldn't speak recklessly, but should go along with the caller's words.

If the reporter calls the police as a subtle plea for help, then as soon as the operator says a wrong sentence, the reporter could be in danger.

"Yes," the operators nodded, indicating they understood.

……

Ten minutes later.

At Unit 1 of Xindu Hui Building No. 7, two police cars stopped.

Eight police officers opened the doors, got out, and prepared to go upstairs.

The person leading the team was Xu Mo.

The address provided by the reporter was Room 304, Unit 1, Xindu Hui Building No. 7.

One of the two elevators was stopped at the 15th floor, and the other had just risen from the first floor.

To save time, the officers didn't wait for the elevators; they chose to take the stairs.

Following the elevator, the officers climbed to the third floor and knocked on the door of Room 304.

"The takeout has arrived."

"Here it is!" a man's voice called from inside.

The next second, the room's door opened, and a man stepped out.

He cautiously opened the door just a crack, ready to grab the takeout and shut the door immediately.

But as soon as the door was ajar, the officers rushed in.

Without a word, they pinned the man to the ground.

"Police! Don't move!"

Seeing the officers flood in and instantly subdue him, the man looked bewildered, his face full of helplessness as if he never expected such a situation, but soon a flattering smile appeared on his face.

"Comrade police, you got the wrong person, you got the wrong person, I'm not a criminal, I'm a journalist! Look over there, there's a camera; we just wanted to test the police's reaction to a strange call and see the dispatch speed," he shouted, perhaps a bit agitated.

The man's hand was restrained, so he couldn't point, only glance with his eyes.

Following the direction of the man's gaze, everyone saw that indeed a camera sat on the coffee table in the living room.

"A journalist? A test? You guys are just bored, aren't you!" Hearing that, Wang Dachuan instantly became angry.

To arrive here as quickly as possible, they ran red lights wildly and even nearly caused a traffic accident; who would have thought that upon arrival, the other side would claim to be a journalist.

He was deliberately testing the police's reaction to that strange call and, incidentally, how quickly they could arrive.

To put it nicely, it's a test; to put it bluntly, it's a prank. A mud statue might still have a bit of anger, let alone a living police officer.

Just from their expressions, it's clear they were angry—angry at the journalist's actions.

Of course, after learning this was just a Ulong Incident, the officers immediately relaxed their guard.

They even released the man they had pinned to the ground.

He's a journalist, not a robber; there's no need to restrain him.

As for his false alarm report, although illegal, the circumstances aren't too serious, so the corresponding punishment won't be severe.

The penalty this false‑alarm reporter faces tops out at detention for five to ten days and a fine of 500 yuan.

After being released, the man laughed and stood up.

"Hehe... comrades in police, don't be angry. I won't dare again, but your dispatch speed is really fast—just a dozen minutes and you're here!"

"Cut the flattery; you think you'll get another chance?" Wang Dachuan replied irritably, "Your behavior is illegal, you need detention. Come with us."

"Fine, fine, I'll go with you. I'll just put on shoes and then come with you," the man's apologetic attitude was unusually good, even a bit eager to go to the police station.

At first glance, there was no sign of anything.

But Xu Mo sensed something off.

When he answered the phone earlier, the other side was clearly a woman!

If this truly was a so‑called test, then the woman who called the police earlier should also be a journalist; she should be waiting in the living room now.

After all, if it were a real test, there'd be no reason for only one person to be in the living room.

Xu Mo's keen hearing came into play then; he heard movement in the bedroom, indicating more than one person inside.

Xu Mo recalled that when the man earlier explained he was a journalist, his voice was loud, almost shouting.

At that time, the man didn't raise his voice due to nervousness; rather, he was warning, alerting his accomplice inside the house.

Meanwhile, the officers had completely let their guard down, treating this dispatch merely as a Ulong Incident.

They only knew someone called the police for help, not whether the caller was male or female; in their view, everything was plausible, and some journalists indeed do anything for a hotspot or traffic.

Just as the officers fully relaxed, letting the man walk toward the shoe rack by the door, Xu Mo suddenly sprang up beside them and decisively struck the man who was turned away.

A Hand Knife slashed his neck, stunning him, then he was caught and gently lowered to the ground without a thud.

The scene left the officers who came out with Xu Mo staring dumbfounded.

It happened so fast that the officers didn't have time to intervene at all.

Team Leader Xu, what are you doing?

Isn't this guy a journalist? Why knock him out?

Even though he filed a false alarm report, it shouldn't be taken that far, right?

However, just as a few wore puzzled expressions, ready to ask Xu Mo why he did this, Xu Mo lifted a finger to his mouth, making a shushing gesture.

He then began signing, briefly conveying a few pieces of information in sign language.

The sign language could only convey limited information, so the officers still don't fully grasp Xu Mo's thoughts.

They only did as instructed.

Only Xu Mo was seen dragging the man he had knocked out, leading the officers to the doorway, opening the door, deliberately letting it make a sound, then with a "Bang" slamming it shut.

The party was hidden beside the foyer at the doorway.

In no time, the bedroom door in the room opened, and a man holding a fruit knife walked out.

He sneaked his head into the living room, looked around, and saw no one.

After confirming everyone had left, he immediately shouted angrily: "Damn it, you filthy *; still daring to sneak and call the police, huh? I'm the one who let you call the police!"

The moment his words ended, the officers hidden beside the foyer immediately charged out…