Chapter 331: Target Number Two

The moon was perfectly round, embedded in the azure night sky. The colorful lanterns were multicolored, weaving together into a chaotic array of colors.

The customers on the first floor suddenly increased, in twos and threes, scattered and sparse.

There was that woman holding a sugar-coated hawthorn skewer, and also a burly man with a thick beard. There was a girl wearing a cotton skirt, and also a man wearing a plaid suit.

At a glance, they were all doing their own thing and were complete strangers, but under the high-definition surveillance cameras, everyone's expression and every movement had nowhere to hide.

Everyone was looking at that man wearing a hooded sweatshirt, who had once climbed on the railing outside the playground and blown bubbles toward the ground below.

The man swayed with every step as he exited the shopping mall. He fished out his phone to take a look, then gave a slight nod.

Suddenly, everyone sped up. Some got into cars, some crossed the street, and some entered that KFC.

Yan Wenjing and the two Captains looked at each other: weren't these people the very ones Lin Sicheng had pointed out one by one earlier?

Not a single one missing...

The man in the sweatshirt didn't move; he stood at the entrance and lit a cigarette.

After smoking about half of it, seven or eight more people came out.

This time they came out quite together: four bodyguards, plus Ren Danhua and her two siblings.

Without pausing, just exchanging a look with the man in the sweatshirt, Ren Danhua walked down the steps.

Two bodyguards got into a Benz, Yu Jiyao and Yu Jichuan got into a BMW, and the remaining two accompanied Ren Danhua into the KFC.

Inside the command vehicle, Yan Wenjing clenched his fists: Why is this woman not getting in her car and running into the KFC instead?

It couldn't be that she was actually hungry, could it?

While he was secretly pondering, Ren Danhua headed straight for the counter. As it happened, this position was within the range of the mall's surveillance, so it could be seen very clearly:

On one side of the counter, Lin Sicheng had his back to Ren Danhua, tapping his phone incessantly.

The "slurp" sound of him sucking on a straw while drinking cola was clearly transmitted into the equipment, accompanied by the roaring sound of cars.

What is he doing, playing a game?

Looking closer, there was less than two meters between the two. If Ren Danhua turned around and reached out, she could reach Lin Sicheng's shoulder.

Yan Wenjing prayed silently in his heart: Don't turn around, please don't turn around.

Lin Sicheng, of course, would not turn around; what Yan Wenjing feared was Ren Danhua.

But what one fears is exactly what happens: "Ding," the microwave rang once, and the server took out a golden, glistening chicken leg: "Customer at table three, your meal is ready."

Lin Sicheng looked at the table number, somewhat impatient: "Wait a moment, it'll be ready right away!"

The Cantonese was spoken fast and urgently, and it was authentic, too; the server didn't understand a word: Speaking gibberish again?

Seeing her blank expression, Ren Danhua helped her translate: "He told you to wait a moment!"

As she spoke, she turned her head: with his back to her, she couldn't see his face, only that he was a man wearing denim from head to toe.

His hair was very short, his skin was somewhat dark, his voice was slightly deep, and he looked to be about thirty-something.

He held his phone with both hands, looking like a Samsung Business Phone; on the screen, several cars were racing wildly through the city.

His two hands tapped the screen non-stop, and he muttered to himself: "Hurry up, are you in a rush to be reincarnated?"

It seemed to be a Korean racing game, very popular in the country. Ren Danhua had seen her older sister's child play it, and had also seen Yu Jiyao play it.

But that was on a computer; this was the first time Ren Danhua had seen it played on a phone.

And his technique was super good, playing much better than her older sister's child or Yu Jiyao.

Out of curiosity, Ren Danhua took a few extra looks.

Inside the command vehicle, Yan Wenjing's eyes bulged, staring fixedly at the screen: Teacher Lin, oh Teacher Lin, why are you not worried at all?

He felt that in the next second, Ren Danhua would recognize Lin Sicheng.

But Lin Sicheng remained indifferent; his fingers tapped faster, and the car raced even faster.

Just as he was watching, the server took a bag out from the kitchen: "Ma'am, your items are ready!"

"Okay!"

Ren Danhua turned her head and picked up the paper bag.

Afterward, she walked past Lin Sicheng.

The aisle was only so wide; as they brushed past each other, Ren Danhua's trench coat brushed against the hem of Lin Sicheng's jacket.

With a "crackle" sound, a spark of electricity flashed in the air.

In an instant, Yan Wenjing's heart shrank into a ball and then jumped into his throat: Is it over?

But fortunately, Ren Danhua only paused slightly, tightened the front of her trench coat, and walked toward the front door of the KFC.

Lin Sicheng was still playing the game, his fingers not even shaking.

With a "whoosh," an afterimage streaked across the phone screen, and a few more fireworks exploded.

A race car crossed the finish line—first place.

"That was absolutely brilliant~"

Lin Sicheng threw a punch in the air, then stood up, still wanting more, to go to the counter and get his roasted chicken leg.

Hearing the sound, Ren Danhua subconsciously turned her head to glance. Just perfectly, Lin Sicheng had already turned around.

Yan Wenjing and the two Captains looked at each other: How could the timing be grasped so precisely?

When Ren Danhua arrived, Lin Sicheng had his back to her. When Ren Danhua left, Lin Sicheng still had his back to her?

The key is this psychological quality; it feels even better than that of a professionally trained Special Duty Team member?

Amidst his shock and suspicion, Ren Danhua exited the restaurant, and Lin Sicheng carried the roasted chicken back to his seat.

A "ding" sound came through the receiver, as if Lin Sicheng had tapped the earpiece on his glasses frame: "Captain Yan, don't worry, a close call but no danger!"

Lin Sicheng was indeed very confident, but he wasn't confident enough to think that not a single accident would occur: if he had guessed that Ren Danhua would enter the KFC, he absolutely would not have come in.

But accidents are everywhere, and he is not a god...

"Crunch, crunch..." After chewing the chicken leg a couple of times, Lin Sicheng glanced outside again, "Look, that woman is coming out!"

Yan Wenjing looked up, staring at the Camry on the monitor: the rear door was pushed open, and a woman wearing a wool coat with an ordinary appearance stepped out.

The camera zoomed in: about one meter sixty in height, slightly plump build, single eyelids, small eyes, flat nose bridge, unremarkable in appearance.

Perhaps having caught a Wind, the woman coughed a few times. Following the coughs, her waist kept hunching downward, her head bobbing, and the stray hair on her forehead flew up.

Above the eyebrow of her right eye, there was unexpectedly a mole the size of a sesame seed...

Yan Wenjing did not know what to say: the height was correct, the facial features were also correct, including the mole above the corner of the eyebrow.

But back then at Panjiayuan, Lin Sicheng had only seen her once, why could he remember so clearly?

Even more bizarre was, how did he know this woman had Stubborn Asthma?

Did Ren Danhua tell him?

Stop joking: there was wiretapping the whole time, and Ren Danhua had never even mentioned this woman...

It was very clear in the command vehicle, but no sound could be heard, only seeing Ren Danhua constantly stroking the woman's back.

The woman caught her breath, took the bag, said two things to Ren Danhua, and got back into the Camry.

Ren Danhua also returned to the Mercedes-Benz not far away.

Then, the people at the entrance of the shopping mall suddenly cleared out, and the cars started moving one after another: one, two, three... a full seven cars of various sizes.

Yan Wenjing let out a sharp sigh of relief, and joy floated to his eyebrows.

Before, it was always said that no clues could be found, no clues could be found. Look, haven't the clues arrived?

So many cars, so many people, and filmed so clearly?

Especially this woman, her rank within the gang must certainly not be lower than Ma Shan...

He suppressed his excitement and arranged for the Special Duty Team: just a regular taxi picked up Lin Sicheng at the entrance of the KFC.

After circling the shopping mall twice to ensure there was no tail, the taxi drove into the Qinghai Building.

Lin Sicheng entered the command vehicle, took off his hat, and took off his jacket.

Yan Wenjing and the two Captains stared at him without blinking: a large chunk of hair at his temples was missing, obviously shaved while in the restroom.

His eyebrows were not as slanted as before, his eyeliner had been pressed downward, and there were a few faint lines at the corners of his eyes.

Something had been applied to his face, making it somewhat dark and somewhat dry. It looked like he was holding something in his mouth, but what changed was not just his cheeks; it gave the feeling that his entire facial bone structure had grown a size larger.

And his physique: clearly a bit taller, and a bit wider than before.

Every detail was extremely subtle, but put together, it felt like a different person: much older, much sturdier.

Looking closer, glue had been applied to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, including the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Something like greasepaint had been applied to his face, but it was not shiny; it was very natural.

The jacket was very form-fitting; Lin Sicheng had padded his shoulders and deliberately kept his arms splayed outward, so he looked much sturdier.

If it were an acquaintance, and if they kept staring at him, they could still recognize Lin Sicheng. Making a comparison, it was a bit worse than the makeup artists of the Special Service Detachment.

But the problem was, the makeup artists in the team would take several hours to apply makeup, needing a pile of pigments, props, and tools, and it was a collaboration of several people.

Lin Sicheng only used those few minutes?

The more Yan Wenjing looked, the more amazed he was: "Teacher Lin, how did you do it?"

"Fish bladder to lift the eyebrows, pine soot and donkey blood to coat the face, carved poplar wood to fill the cheeks, wax pellets held in the mouth to change the voice..."

As he spoke, with a "clatter," Lin Sicheng's cheeks bulged, and he spat out two small wooden blocks, "Small tricks from the 'Taibai Yin Jing' and the 'Huqian Jing'..."

You call this a small trick?

Several people clicked their tongues in wonder, but what amazed them even more was that Lin Sicheng could see through the Special Duty Team's methods with a casual glance.

"Look at the hands, look at the face, look at the skin..."

Lin Sicheng pointed at the baseball cap: "This one likes to play with guns!"

He took off his glasses again, "This one hits the keyboard every day..."

As he spoke, he pointed at the denim jacket: "This one is fond of martial arts; you can tell by the way they walk, they are a practitioner..."

"The key is the mic!"

"A normal person's eyeglass temples wouldn't vibrate, the brim of a hat wouldn't vibrate, and the collar wouldn't shake..."

The three people looked at each other: just in the split second of passing by?

How sharp must Lin Sicheng's eyes be?

"What about those eyeliner agents?"

"That's even simpler: Grave Robbers who often go down into pits have necrosis of the facial micro-vessels due to long-term exposure to oxygen-deficient environments..." Lin Sicheng pointed to the cheekbones and eye sockets, "Here it turns gray, here it turns blue..."

"And most tombs have small amounts of hydrogen sulfide and phosphine gas; although it won't poison a person, long-term contact will cause corrosive ulceration on both sides of the nose, and even if cured, it will leave dark spots..."

"The most critical part lies in the hands: long-term corrosion by tomb acid will blur the palm prints... long-term manual digging will cause the fingernails to become spoon-shaped and concave... long-term contact with mercury vapor will cause squamous keratosis of the skin on the back of the hands..."

Yan Wenjing moved his lips: he was the one who specialized in handling cases involving Cultural Relics, and even he didn't know these characteristics.

Suddenly, he remembered again: "What about those cars?"

Lin Sicheng paused: this really wasn't relying on his eyes, but on his nose.

Including that man in the hoodie, the plaid suit, and the girl wearing a hat and a cotton dress.

These four people, just like Ren Danhua, had the same smell of Chinese medicine on them.

More importantly, that KFC also had the smell of Chinese medicine: thicker, more pungent.

It was also based on this that Lin Sicheng entered the restaurant. Then he discovered that there were people in those three cars.

Perhaps to facilitate air circulation, the rear window of the Camry was left open a crack, and from time to time, a cough or two would drift out.

Like metal scraping, like muffled thunder in deep water, and also like a wheezing sound from a leak.

Stubborn Asthma.

Lin Sicheng could even deduce: the reason Ren Danhua was late was not what Yu Jiyao told her, that the car had an accident on the road.

But that this woman's asthma had flared up.

Only after personally accompanying her to the hospital to get medicine and returning home to brew the medicine did Ren Danhua rush to the teahouse.

Why was that woman so late, and why did she carry traditional Chinese medicine with her at all times?

Stubborn Asthma can have acute attacks, and Three Insect Decoction is the symptomatic emergency medicine, as well as a potent one. This medicine has a characteristic: it must be taken every two hours.

That is to say, the bag Ren Danhua was going to take when she left.

The illness strikes fast, and the onset is sudden; with the unexpected change, many details had to be rearranged. Sitting in a car with a woman who smelled entirely of medicine, one had to ask clearly and, more importantly, listen clearly; the time would not be short.

That is why those lookouts had the smell of medicine on them.

Mountains and rivers exhausted, doubting there is a road; willows dark, flowers bright, another village ahead?

Breaking through iron shoes with no place to find it; the car reaches the cliff and suddenly there is a road?

Regardless of whether it was luck or something else, at least the result is good.

With so many cars and so many people, Lin Sicheng simply did not believe he couldn't dig up some clues.

"The previous number was seen on a text message on Ren Danhua's phone. The content of the message was very short, just four characters: 'We have arrived.'

There was no form of address, let alone any honorifics, so even if it wasn't that woman, it was her confidant."

"Also, that woman's root illness is very deep; I estimate it has been many years. Ordinary traditional Chinese medicine practitioners cannot treat it well and might even cause the opposite effect. But she dared to run out as soon as she fell ill; it seems the medicine is very symptomatic..."

Pausing slightly, Lin Sicheng thought for a moment: "Captain Yan, go to these hospitals to check: China-Japan Friendship Hospital, Chao Enxiang. Beijing University of Chinese Medicine Hospital, Wu Weiping. Chongwenmen Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, Chen Yinkui..."

"Besides the decoction, there were also Sanfu patches for acupoint application in that bag. The key is that the dosage used was extremely heavy; this is a prescription of fighting poison with poison. Therefore, her attending physician cannot escape these three..."

"Whether it is Chao Enxiang, Wu Weiping, or Chen Yinkui, they are all famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. At the same time, they are the chief experts of the respiratory departments of their respective hospitals and academic leaders in respiratory disease traditional Chinese medicine, and they are even scholars who receive special allowances from the State Council.

For such famous doctors, a single expert appointment can be scalped for over ten thousand yuan. And since her illness flared up so suddenly yet she was seen so quickly, regardless of which one of them is her attending physician, they should be very familiar with each other. They might even have been treating her for seven or eight, or even ten-plus years..."

"Therefore, the possibility of her using a fake name is not high. Even if she did, with an illness this severe and difficult to treat, to accurately diagnose and prescribe, the doctor must look at medical records and orders from a long, long time ago, and must understand the cause of the illness. Following the vine to find the melon, one check will reveal it."

"There is one more point: Ren Danhua is from Tangshan, and Yu Jichuan and Yu Jiyao are also from Tangshan. And the leftover goods they handled all came from tombs in Hebei Province?"

"Secondly, for long-term criminal grave-robbing gangs, the internal structure is relatively stable and relatively trusting; the possibility of accomplices being related by blood or marriage is very high, just like Ren Danhua and Yu Jichuan being siblings. So I suspect the possibility that this woman is also from Hebei is very high."

Lin Sicheng spoke eloquently, while Yan Wenjing and the two captains looked as if they were stunned.

They finally knew why Lin Sicheng still entered that KFC even though he knew he might be exposed.

If he hadn't gone, it would have been impossible to discover those three cars, impossible to discover the woman sitting in the car, and even more impossible to wait for Ren Danhua to go get the medicine.

Seeing the medicine and the Sanfu patches, he deduced that the woman's root illness was deep, and from there, he was able to deduce the scope of the attending physicians.

But the problem is, this is traditional Chinese medicine, not cultural relics, and certainly not archaeology?

"I've learned a little bit about it incidentally, no need to dwell on this... Captain Yan, be quick, I estimate we can only stall for three to five days at most!"

Lin Sicheng let out a breath, "Because the time was agreed upon beforehand, the woman fell ill, so even though she wasn't fully recovered, she still came."

"And since she wasn't seen today and was prodded by me, she conversely won't be too anxious, at most letting Ren Danhua explain to me over the phone. But I estimate it will only be three days, at most no more than five..."

Five days, that's enough.

Just like Ma Shan; the reason he was hard to investigate was because the information grasped was too little. The key lies in the fact that, even now, they don't even know his real name.

But now, just by following Lin Sicheng's deduction, based on this asthma that is very difficult for this woman to treat, it will be very easy to find the woman's background.

Moreover, with so many subordinates exposed today, such a large gang requires so many aspects of operation and management. Following people, following cars, following phone calls—they will only find more.

Yan Wenjing felt that suddenly the clouds had parted and the sky had cleared?

He nodded heavily: "Teacher Lin, don't you worry!"

Lin Sicheng smiled: "Anyway, you aren't the one in charge, I have nothing to worry about."

Today's operation appeared to be commanded by Yan Wenjing, but in reality, he only played the role of relaying information up and down.

The ones commanding in person were the General Captain of the Municipal Bureau Command Center, the Vice General Captain Sun, and Branch Captain Yu.

The leadership was even not very reassured, fearing Yan Wenjing would be negligent, so they specifically sent two Deputy Detachment Leaders from the Major Crimes Division and the Special Service Detachment to sit in and oversee.

Fortunately, no accidents occurred...

Checking his watch, Lin Sicheng stood up: "It's getting late. To avoid that woman making a comeback, send people to monitor outside the shop. I'd better go back early..."

Yan Wenjing was extremely reluctant to let him go; he still wanted to ask Lin Sicheng to analyze it further and take that woman down as soon as possible.

But one really had to be on guard.

Not daring to delay, he hurriedly sent people and arranged a car.

Watching the Mercedes-Benz disappear on the monitor, the two captains looked at each other and then stared straight at Yan Wenjing.

Knowing what they wanted to ask, Yan Wenjing shook his head: "Don't look at me, this person wasn't invited by me!"

Nonsense, of course he wasn't invited by you, but if it weren't for your carelessness back then, this person wouldn't have taken those few stabs.

If he hadn't taken those stabs, Lin Sicheng wouldn't be working so hard, and certainly wouldn't have found so many clues and so many breakthroughs in such a short time.

Thinking back to when they first caught Ma Shan, what was Yan Wenjing like: at his wit's end, looking miserable, staying up day and night, his hair falling out in clumps.

But after this person arrived, the case was like it had taken a rocket, making progress every day, becoming clearer and clearer.

A bad cause, yet it bore a good fruit; where can one go to reason about this?

"How did he train this?" The Major Crimes captain pointed at his eyes, "Sharp as a laser?"

Yan Wenjing thought for a moment: "According to him: in the appraisal business, you rely on your eye for detail..."

Isn't that bull? It's not like the General Team hasn't invited appraisal experts or cultural relic experts to help with cases before; looking at antiques is fine, but to say looking at people or observing to find clues—isn't this making things difficult for people?

"He must have studied it, and studied it systematically, and it's comprehensive as hell!" The Special Service captain cupped his chin, "Observation, psychology, disguise, deduction..."

Observation goes without saying; whether it was the Special Service team or that woman's lookouts, he only needed one or two glances at all of them.

Disguise goes even more without saying: he went into the restroom once, and it was like he had changed his head.

If he didn't understand a bit of psychology, he wouldn't have been able to fend off the successive chain moves of those two fox-like women.

As for deduction: the two captains have been police for half their lives, both having climbed up from the grassroots one step at a time; their professional competence is several stories higher than Yan Wenjing's.

They are eighty percent sure: the three hospitals, three famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, and even the investigation direction that Lin Sicheng mentioned at the end will very likely point straight to the crux of the matter.

Yan Wenjing let out a long sigh: "Comparing people to people, it's enough to piss you off."

If he had Lin Sicheng's ability, he would have been a full captain long ago, damn it; why would he need to rely on connections?

Just as they were feeling incredibly envious, a "crackle" came through the walkie-talkie: "0202, withdraw!"

Was that the General Captain?

The three of them stood at attention in unison: "Yes!"

……

The speed was fast; in half an hour, the command vehicle arrived at the General Team.

After reporting, Yan Wenjing, the Branch Captain, and the two Branch Captains from the Major Crimes Division were all shooed out.

With so many clues, and so sudden, they needed to track, investigate, and conduct interviews.

In any case, none of them would be getting any sleep tonight.

The General Captain called those few from the Special Duty Team into the command room again.

The baseball cap, the denim jacket, the female administrative officer, that couple, and the middle-aged man wearing glasses.

"Lao Han, send a signal!"

The Special Service Detachment captain gripped the walkie-talkie and walked a bit further away: "0101……"

It was indeed vibrating, including the temple of the glasses, the brim of the hat, and the stand-up collar of the denim jacket.

But it was extremely subtle, and it had to be while talking. Therefore, Lin Sicheng did not discover it by relying on this at all……

The General Captain looked around the circle and stared at the baseball cap's hands: "Raise your hands!"

They were raised, and there were indeed calluses, but looking at the surveillance playback on the screen: when the young man and Lin Sicheng walked toward each other, his hands were hanging down, so the calluses on his hands could not be seen.

But even with calluses, it didn't necessarily mean he played with guns. It was more likely that he played with a Luoyang Shovel……

Then how did Lin Sicheng discover it?

Deputy Branch Captain Sun smiled: "Don't be nervous, relax!"

But with all three big leaders present, and such a huge blunder occurring today, how could he relax just because he wanted to?

The Special Duty Team members were even more nervous.

The General Captain rested his chin on his hand: "What did you eat for dinner, and where did you eat it?"

The Special Duty Team member was stunned for a moment: "Reporting to the leader, mineral water, bread!"

Hmm, eaten in the Special Duty Team vehicle.

"What about lunch?"

"Stir-fried dishes, rice, at the General Team cafeteria."

"What about Monday morning?"

Monday? That was five or six days ago?

Just as he was recalling, the General Captain's face suddenly fell, and his voice was fast, urgent, and extremely loud: "Think carefully!"

The Special Duty Team member's pupils constricted slightly; although his expression didn't change, his right index finger curled imperceptibly.

The two General Captains exchanged a glance: Understood, playing with guns had become a conditioned reflex; he wanted to pull the trigger whenever he got nervous.

This had been bluffed out by that "Zero-Two" from Lin Sicheng.

Looking at the administrative officer's hands, there was no need to look: it looked like several earthworms were crawling under the skin of her wrists; her tenosynovitis was very severe.

"Lao Han, approve a few days of leave for her later, let the girl get a good check-up!"

"Yes!"

Moving forward again, they looked at the middle-aged man wearing glasses.

There was no need to ask about this one: he had worked his way up from the public security anti-pickpocketing team; before joining the Special Duty Team, the thing he did most was disguise himself as a thief to catch pickpockets at train stations, shopping malls, and on buses.

Having done it for so long, it was inevitable that some habits would stick; his eyes would be Floating when being stared at by others, and he would look dishonest at first glance, with that feeling very much like a thief.

Moving further down, it was the one in the denim jacket. The two captains exchanged a glance: before joining the Special Duty Team, this person was in the Special Police Detachment, was the General Team's Sanda champion, and even had rankings within the Municipal Bureau.

But it was limited to internal circles; Lin Sicheng had never seen it, and knew even less about it.

He knew very well why the leaders had called them over; the denim jacket straightened his back and stood at attention: "Reporting!"

"Speak!"

"Teacher Lin has practiced martial arts, and he is definitely an expert. I have practiced Baji and Xingyi, and he knew it just by looking at my walking posture……"

Huh, how could they have forgotten this?

If Lin Sicheng weren't an expert, he couldn't have taken on eighteen people at once.

The two captains nodded: "Not bad, you've worked hard today, go back and rest."

Huh, they weren't scolded?

If the Special Duty Team members were exposed, regardless of whether it was discovered by the criminal suspect or the protection target, it was a major incident.

These few had already prepared themselves to be scolded and punished.

But they hadn't expected the leader to actually praise them?

They saluted in unison, the few Special Duty Team members filed out, and the denim jacket at the end closed the door properly.

As soon as the people left, the Special Service Detachment captain stood at attention: "Leader, I submit my self-criticism!"

Self-criticism, my foot?

It wasn't that the Special Duty Team members weren't professional, but that Lin Sicheng was too monstrous.

The General Captain didn't make a sound and clicked on the recording again, the image constantly zooming in.

First was that couple: the man's fingers were thick, the pads were fleshy, and his nails had long since sunk into the flesh.

The back of the woman's hands looked like they had scales growing on them.

And these two, the man in the hoodie had gray cheekbones, and the man in the suit had dark, bruised eye sockets.

And this one wearing a cotton dress, this was no girl, she was at least thirty: her makeup was very heavy, but one could still see that there were many spots on her nose……

Tsk, so he really did observe it all?

However, looking at the surveillance footage, Lin Sicheng just brushed past these few people, only meeting them face-to-face once.

How could these eyes be so sharp?

Vice General Captain Sun rested his chin in his hand: "Captain, this is a prodigy!"

Isn't that obvious?

The General Captain sighed: "Old Sun, stop thinking about it!"

With a good teacher, he might even have a good father-in-law and mother-in-law. More importantly, his own ability has already reached the ceiling.

Lin Sicheng would have to be brain-dead to take a job where he might not be able to go home for half a month or a month, the pay is peanuts, and the danger is so high?

The General Captain thought for a moment: "It's a pity he is going back to Xijing. If he were in Beijing, it would still be possible to invite him over as a Consultant!"

Vice Branch Captain Sun nodded: He thought the same thing.

"A temporary application for a secondment wouldn't be impossible!"

The General Captain didn't make a sound: Province to province, the procedure is not just ordinarily troublesome. It requires an opportunity, and even more so, the support of leadership.

The first person he thought of was Tang Sijiang...

Just as he was pondering, the walkie-talkie buzzed, and the voice of Branch Captain Yu came from inside.

It was slightly trembling, appearing somewhat excited: "0101!"

The General Captain grabbed it: "Speak!"

"The background of that woman has been found..."

Both of their eyelids twitched: Target Number Two?

(End of this chapter)