Chapter 452: If You Don't Move, You Don't; If You Do, It's Like a Thunderclap (Two-in-One, an Extra Chapter for the Tuan Tuan Hegemon

The banquet hall was very noisy, clamorous and boisterous.

But suddenly, the surroundings went quiet for a few seconds. The people nearby turned their heads in unison, looking at the police officers at the entrance of the hall.

The dark blue police uniforms, the neatly tied ties, and the two-bar, three-star police rank insignia were very eye-catching.

The uniform short hair was sharp and neat. Their figures were upright, like javelins.

He Yunzhi stood on tiptoe: "Who is this?"

"Deputy Bureau Chief Chen from the Municipal Bureau, in charge of the Criminal Investigation Division."

Just as Xu Boqing finished speaking, He Zonghua emphasized: "Full department-level!"

He Yunzhi curled her lips: Her uncle was also a Deputy Bureau Chief, and also full department-level.

Seeing what she was thinking, Xu Boqing sneered inwardly: One was from the Cultural Relics Bureau, the other from the Public Security Bureau; there was simply no comparison.

Just as he was thinking this, He Zonghua looked astonished: "Why does Lin Sicheng's dad know him too? Huh, Bureau Chief Chen is sitting at that table too?"

They certainly knew each other: the two shook hands and walked toward Lin Sicheng's table, chatting and laughing.

Everyone at this table stood up; Li Guojun and Jin Hao stretched out their hands with faces full of smiles, their waists bent nearly ninety degrees.

After shaking hands, the two took the opportunity to move a table and sat down next to them.

Chen Peng greeted Guan Xingmin and Liu Xun, then walked to Lin Sicheng's side as if nothing were the matter, and then, "thump, thump," delivered two punches.

Lin Sicheng had nowhere to dodge and grinned, and Chen Peng poked him twice more before sitting down beside him.

Just as he sat down, Chen Peng reached out to tug at Lin Sicheng's suit, squinting his eyes; he was likely mocking him for looking like a human in dog's clothing.

Lin Sicheng reached out to push him away, as if saying: This cost several thousand—

For a moment, several classmates looked at one another: This was more than just knowing each other?

This was clearly being best buddies. Even closer than Guan Xingmin just now.

But the problem was, Lin Sicheng was still in school; where would he get to know such high-ranking leaders?

On the other side, Wu Ling looked curious: "Little Hu, who is this young man?"

Hu Kun moved his lips: "He is—he is Lin Siping's cousin—"

"Cousin?" Wu Ling was even more puzzled, "Could he also be a relative of Bureau Chief Chen?"

But as soon as she finished speaking, she shook her head: She knew exactly what relatives the Lin family had. There were professors, civil servants, and teachers. The only one who was a police officer, Gu Kaishan, was only a station chief.

In any case, there was absolutely no kinship with Bureau Chief Chen.

Besides, it didn't look like it: In terms of age, Bureau Chief Chen was old enough to be this young man's father; no elder would joke around with a junior like that.

It felt more like they were friends with an extremely good, extremely close relationship?

Wu Ling pondered secretly, while Gao Zhanhong and Hu Kun looked at each other: Since when were bureau leaders so frivolous and unreserved?

Anyone who could be called a "Bureau Chief," let alone joking and roughhousing, usually didn't even smile much.

Especially Bureau Chief Chen; go ask those branch chiefs and branch captains, who didn't feel intimidated when seeing him?

But today it was like seeing a ghost; Bureau Chief Guan was like this, and Bureau Chief Chen was also like this: it was as if it were contagious; the moment they saw Lin Sicheng, they were exceptionally excited, laughing and joking, and getting physical.

They couldn't figure out what kind of relationship Lin Sicheng had with them, but the two at least knew that today's matter probably couldn't be carried out.

Hu Kun's lips moved slightly: What should we do?

Gao Zhanhong's face sank: What else can we do?

Lin Siping's yellow video must absolutely not be played; if it appeared on the big screen, it would surely cause a hornet's nest of trouble.

If it were just Gu Kaishan, Hu Chenguang, or even Guan Xingmin, it wouldn't matter: given their rank, even if they knew someone was playing tricks, and even if they wanted to investigate, the power they could wield was very limited, and technical support was even more limited; nine times out of ten, it would fizzle out.

But Bureau Chief Chen was different; with just one phone call, which detachment would dare not give their all, and which department would dare not exert twelve times the effort?

Technical investigation would be on the scene in minutes, and then in minutes they could analyze: this video is synthesized. And then, in minutes, they would track it back to them—

After thinking for a long while, Gao Zhanhong gritted his teeth: "Don't play it!"

Hu Kun nodded vigorously: Why the hell would we still play it?

Do you know how to write the word "death"?

He thought for a moment and lowered his voice: "Brother Hong, what about the stuff in the car?"

Gao Zhanhong's face turned even darker: How the hell would I know what to do?

Calculating the time, the people they arranged had already called the police; by now, the Narcotics Control Detachment was probably already at the hotel. It was even worse, they might have already started collecting evidence on the sly.

No matter how awesome he was, could he withdraw a police report that had already been filed, or push the Narcotics Control Detachment back? Forget him, even his mother couldn't do it.

Now he could only hope: the person leading the team was an old hand, and upon seeing so many police cars and so many leaders, they would chicken out a little. And once they took a look and realized it was just a bag of white sugar? Then naturally, they would come quietly and leave quietly.

Gao Zhanhong didn't ask for the Narcotics Control Division to act as if nothing had happened; he only asked them to drag it out, even if they investigated tomorrow it would be fine—

Just as he was praying secretly, Wu Ling stood up.

"Mom, where are you going?"

"To Bureau Chief Chen's side; since the leader is here, shouldn't I go say hello?"

After replying, Wu Ling paused, looking at the hall entrance with a suspicious expression: "Does Hu Chenguang have that much face?"

Gao Zhanhong turned his head subconsciously, his eyelids twitching: A whole crowd of people, all wearing police uniforms.

Looking closer: Captain Song of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, Captain Pi of the Special Police Detachment, and several deputy captains.

No—where did Hu Chenguang get this kind of energy?

Just as he was feeling uncertain, the group of people entered the hall and walked straight toward Bureau Chief Chen's table.

Gao Zhanhong gritted his teeth and gave Hu Kun a look. Hu Kun understood in a second and turned to run toward the audio-visual room.

When Guan Xingmin saw Lin Sicheng, he gave him a punch first. Then, half-happy and half-complaining: "When did you get back? You didn't even make a phone call?"

Lin Sicheng explained, saying he had been gone for several months, and there was a pile of things at school, so he was dizzy with busyness and didn't call.

Then it was Chen Peng, who didn't even bother to ask, coming up with "bang, bang" two punches: "You brat have time to attend a banquet, but no time to give me a call?"

Lin Sicheng just smiled: "I've only been back for a week,"

"If you hadn't said anything, I would have thought you'd only been back for an hour," Chen Peng scolded, then tugged at his suit. "Dressed up like a human, if people didn't know better, they'd think you were getting married?"

Lin Sicheng pushed him away firmly: "Director Chen, you're a bureau director after all, show some restraint."

"So what if I'm a director? A director is still a person," Chen Peng punched him again. "Do you have any idea, kid, when the call came from Beijing, my soul was nearly scared out of my body?"

Lin Sicheng remained silent, a warm current rising in his heart.

Why were these two so happy to see him? Because Lin Sicheng had nearly died in Beijing.

There was no need to mention Guan Xingmin: first there was the Jade Lion Paperweight, then the real and fake Kangxi Imitation Xuande Censer. It could be said that he, as a branch director, was basically built up by the merits Lin Sicheng had earned for him.

As for Chen Peng, just in the Zhang Shi'an grave-robbing case alone, how many burdens had Lin Sicheng shouldered for him, and how many merits had he earned?

It would absolutely not be an exaggeration to say that the two of them had fought their way out of the same trench.

Don't look at the fact that he was over twenty years older and Lin Sicheng called him 'Uncle' at every turn; for Chen Peng, his feelings for Lin Sicheng were absolutely that of a pure comrade-in-arms and brother.

Therefore, seeing him return completely intact, without a scar or a disfigured face, Guan Xingmin and Chen Peng were happy from the bottom of their hearts.

At the same time, they were full of complaints, feeling frustrated that he wouldn't live up to their expectations: if there hadn't been so many people, and if they hadn't been wearing uniforms, the two of them would definitely have grabbed Lin Sicheng and given him a beating: that was Beijing, damn it, what were you showing off for?

Didn't you want your life anymore?

After scolding him for a few sentences, Chen Peng looked at Ye Anning, just about to say something, but felt it wasn't quite appropriate, and swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

But Ye Anning understood: so pretty and so smart, yet you couldn't even keep an eye on such a big living person?

She didn't speak, just pursed her lips and smiled.

After sitting down, Chen Peng tapped the table again: "Come, Teacher Lin, tell us, how were you so badass in Beijing, and how did you play the part of Superman?"

Lin Sicheng smiled: "Director Chen, there is an agreement."

Chen Peng sighed: Do you think I don't know there's an agreement?

The case was still being handled; although the main culprit had been brought to justice, there were a bunch of small fry left. As the saying goes, one must root out evil completely, and it was still in the confidentiality period.

Chen Peng was just giving him a reminder: You are a human, not Spider-Man wearing his underwear on the outside. If you get stabbed, you'll still bleed, and if you get shot, you'll definitely end up with a hole that lets the light through.

Lin Sicheng poured a cup of tea, and Chen Peng took it and slurped a mouthful: "Where is your teacher? Why didn't he come back?"

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"There's a project in Beijing, the teacher is handling the paperwork!"

"It's better if he's not here; his alcohol tolerance is poor, and he loves to bluster!" Chen Peng put down his teacup. "Come to the bureau one of these days, there are a few forms to sign."

Lin Sicheng was stunned: "Forms?"

"Sent over from Beijing!" Chen Peng replied ambiguously. "Quite official!"

Lin Sicheng suddenly understood: it must be the Consultant Letter and Service Agreement sent by the Beijing Criminal Investigation General Brigade.

Last time, when handling the Zhang Shi'an grave-robbing case, he had also signed one with the Municipal Bureau. Therefore, a special appointment from Beijing required the consent of the Municipal Bureau.

"Alright, I'll find some time!" Lin Sicheng nodded. "Signing in the cafeteria, right? What kind of alcohol are you drinking?"

"Am I short of your two bottles of wine?" Chen Peng let out a 'heh'. "If it's less than two cases, don't even bother bringing it; it wouldn't be enough for me to rinse my mouth!"

"When did I say I was only bringing two bottles?" Lin Sicheng was between laughter and tears. "There are only three or four people, wouldn't two cases be enough to take a bath in?"

Only three or four people?

Do you believe that as soon as you mention bringing wine, I'll have to add two cases of my own?

Chen Peng laughed happily: "You'll know once you bring it over!"

Just as they were talking, a dark mass of people arrived, still led by Hu Gang, and reached this table.

They were all either two-bars-two-stars or two-bars-one-star, a full six of them. Ye Anning and Li Zhen very consciously stood up and moved to the side.

Not one was missing; Lin Sicheng knew them all.

When handling the Zhang Shi'an grave-robbing case, because it was necessary to make contact with the criminals, the SWAT Detachment was responsible for security from beginning to end. Those two plainclothes officers at the time were personally selected by Branch Captain Pi.

Finally, when preparing to close the net, just two days before catching Yu Kejie, Branch Captain Pi had specifically brought two deputies to ask Lin Sicheng for advice: if the grave robbers were hiding underground, how deep would the secret passages be, what would the orientation be, what weapons might they have, etc.

Lin Sicheng explained a lot; he didn't know if it was useful, but in any case, the SWAT Detachment didn't have much trouble catching everyone. Afterwards, Branch Captain Pi specifically wanted to treat him to a meal, but because that period was too busy, they didn't get around to it.

Song Jingqing was even less of a stranger: every time Lin Sicheng discovered a clue, it was Branch Captain Song who liaised with him. For example, Zhang Shi'an's funeral inventory, the Jade Wenming (the jade box covering the dead person's face), and Zhang Shi'an's coffin lid.

It could be said: after solving the Zhang Shi'an grave-robbing case, so many people in the Criminal Investigation Division received awards, and at least half of that credit belonged to Lin Sicheng.

So they were very warm and very polite, calling him 'Teacher Lin' at every turn.

After greeting everyone, they sat down one by one, and then the six people, with twelve eyes, stared straight at Lin Sicheng's face.

Lin Sicheng looked down at himself: that's right, he was just wearing a suit?

The best man's corsage had also been removed long ago?

Just as he was feeling puzzled, Pi Xingchang's eyes gleamed: "Teacher Lin, I heard that in Beijing, you fought eighteen people by yourself, is that true?"

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment: "No—Branch Captain Pi, who did you hear that from?"

Pi Xingchang smiled: Did it need someone to say it?

The Beijing General Brigade sent a letter to the Provincial Department the day before, and the next day, a Deputy Team Leader and the Special Service Detachment Captain arrived at the Municipal Bureau.

Director Li received them at noon, Director Chen coordinated in the afternoon, and in the evening, each detachment held a meeting to officially deploy surveillance:

Lin Sicheng's home, school, Research Center, relatives, employees, associates—

Among them were the Criminal Investigation Division and the SWAT Detachment.

The formation was too large, so they didn't dare ask too much at the time, until a few weeks later when the surveillance ended, and when those people from Beijing were leaving and having a farewell banquet, that Deputy Team Leader revealed a little: Lin Sicheng had caught a big fish in Beijing. If one were to make a comparison, the likes of Nanhai, Beishan, or Guanzhong Yang San weren't even fit to carry that woman's shoes.

The key was that this time it was handled too beautifully: the main culprit was brought to justice, the stolen money was recovered, not a single important Cultural Relic was missing, and even the mole was wiped out in one go.

At the time, they were still clicking their tongues in wonder: Lin Sicheng was indeed still Lin Sicheng?

Afterwards, after seeing those people off, Director Chen suddenly started cursing, and while cursing, he told them, and that was when Pi Xingchang learned what Lin Sicheng had done in Beijing.

Fighting eighteen people, others had knives while he was empty-handed, and in the end, Lin Sicheng had crippled eight of them, while he himself only suffered some minor injuries?

Pi Xingchang felt he was capable enough, but if it were him, he would absolutely not dare to brag about this.

But that person was a dignified Deputy Team Leader, the same rank as Director Li, so he wouldn't lie with his eyes open—

He leaned in closer: "Teacher Lin, just tell me, is it true?"

Lin Sicheng didn't speak; he thought for a moment, then tugged at his collar slightly: once on the left, once on the right.

Chen Peng was sitting right next to him; at first, he didn't know what he meant, but then his pupils constricted: a knife wound on the right shoulder, three centimeters from the major artery. A knife wound on the left chest, pointing straight at the heart.

He took one look, then another, and gritted his teeth: "Lin Sicheng, you were a hair's breadth away from losing your life?"

"An accident, Director Chen, it was an accident, alright?" Lin Sicheng sighed, "I was hacked into the hospital, and only helped out afterward—"

"I know that, of course, I just feel like you and that place, Beijing, don't get along!" Chen Peng stared at him, "Better go there less in the future."

Lin Sicheng: "Heh~"

"Teacher Lin, these are the injuries you sustained at the beginning, right?" Song Jingqing made a gesture like firing a gun and lowered his voice, "I heard that in the end, they used this, and there were even bombs?"

More than just bombs?

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Electronic ones, remote-controlled!"

A group of Police were shocked: Damn—that Deputy Branch Captain, was he telling the truth?

Afterward, six pairs of eyes stared at Lin Sicheng, beginning to gleam.

Lin Sicheng was stunned: No—what is this supposed to mean?

"Of course, we admire you: entering the tiger's den alone, subduing the bandit chief with wisdom and courage—" Chen Peng sighed, "Holding the criminal's remote-controlled bomb and turning it around to threaten the criminal? Lin Sicheng, you're truly badass—"

Lin Sicheng was stunned, speechless.

This is the one bad thing about being friends with high-ranking Police: there are almost no secrets.

Take this, for example: the case isn't even closed, it's still in the confidential stage, but Chen Peng knows every bit of it.

Lin Sicheng was ambiguous: "Pushed to the edge, if I didn't fight, I'd be dead!"

Several Police were silent.

That's easy to say, but if you were really in that situation, putting yourself in his shoes, how many people would have that kind of decisiveness to adapt to the situation, and the courage to perish together with the enemy?

In a flash, the eyes of the several Police grew even brighter.

Pi Xingchang thought for a moment: "Teacher Lin, when you're free, come to the team to give us some pointers?"

Lin Sicheng was stunned: Give pointers?

Branch Captain Pi, I can clearly see "let's spar" written in your eyes?

Better forget it: this is just a hobby for him, but they are professionals.

He shook his head, thinking of an excuse, when a Deputy Branch Captain said "Huh?": "Director Li is here?

Old Hu is doing well—"

A group of Police turned their heads in unison: at the entrance of the hall, Li Chunnan was holding two Red Envelopes, handing them to the bride and groom. He said a few words with a smile, as if offering praise.

Hu Chenguang stood behind them, his mouth unable to close from smiling: today, the old Director has brought great honor to him, Old Hu—

Suddenly, the whole table of Police stood up, preparing to go over and salute after Director Li finished giving the Red Envelopes.

Chen Peng sat in the corner, feeling that his master couldn't see him, and since it was still early, he didn't get up.

Lin Sicheng also sat still, because he wasn't Police, so there was no need to salute; he would just say hello when they came over to toast later.

But he was particularly surprised: that Chen Peng could come, and that several Branch Captains and Deputy Branch Captains could come, was already beyond his expectations. He never imagined that Director Li would come too?

Chen Peng lowered his voice: "When my master was still a common soldier, Troupe Leader Hu was a Platoon Leader. During the Laoshan Campaign, Troupe Leader Hu was a Battalion Commander, and my master was a Company Commander—"

Lin Sicheng was startled: You don't say?

But that's not right: with such a solid connection, how could Director Hu have been bullied like that?

Whether it was Hu Kun or that Young Master Gao, they wouldn't have had the guts.

Just then, that Division Chief Wu circled over from the bride's side. She had intended to come to Chen Peng's side, but seeing Li Chunnan, she took a detour.

Lin Sicheng narrowed his eyes, a trace of suspicion on his face.

Chen Peng also glanced over: "Why are you watching her?"

Lin Sicheng gave a vague reply: "Today when I went to pick up the bride, we almost got into a fight. When I came back, Gu Shu told me a little bit—"

Chen Peng sneered: "Heh~ what does she know?"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Then Director Hu has several brothers, you don't know them either?"

"I only know a little, because when Troupe Leader Hu passed away, my master hadn't transferred to civilian work yet. Later, when he returned to the local area, he did associate with Old Hu's brothers for a while. Although those few are older, compared to Hu Chenguang, they are far inferior.

In my master's words: it's hard to describe, and after that, they didn't associate much—so they only thought that Troupe Leader Hu and my master were just ordinary comrades-in-arms.

Hu Chenguang knows a bit more, but they don't usually interact. But when it's time to help, my master never holds back—just like today, if it weren't for my master's instruction, how could so many people have come to support Old Hu?"

Lin Sicheng suddenly realized: he finally knew where this cousin-in-law's decisiveness and scheming came from?

He thought for a moment and felt it would be better to mention what happened today: "Director Chen, when I came back from picking up the bride today, Gu Ming and I were almost hit by a car."

"What?" Chen Peng was stunned, "Hit the wedding car?"

"Not the wedding car, Gu Ming and I were driving a separate Santana. When we were almost at the hotel, a Mengshi intentionally rear-ended us, circling two traffic lights just to hit Gu Ming and me. Then, it suddenly ran away?"

Lin Sicheng's voice was very low, "At the time, I felt something wasn't right, so I rummaged through the car and found a bag of crushed rock sugar—"

Chen Peng was stunned: What, white sugar?

Having been a Police for half his life, he only needed one breath to figure out what kind of trick this was: someone wanted to send Lin Sicheng to prison.

His eyes were already big, and Chen Peng bulged them out hard, as if they were about to pop out: "Who did it?"

Lin Sicheng looked at Division Chief Wu, who had already walked to Director Li's side, and shook his head: "I don't know!"

You don't know my ass, you don't know?

If you don't know, why are you looking over there?

Chen Peng was stunned for a long while: "What's the reason?"

"Director Hu has a nephew named Hu Kun, who caused such a scene at the wedding it was like he was wrecking the place. In the end, it was so excessive that I broke three Tea Cups right in front of him—"

Chen Peng was half-believing: Just for this?

"Where's the candy?"

"In the car!"

"Where's the car?"

Lin Sicheng gestured with his chin: "That one right there!"

Chen Peng turned his head back: parked right outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the banquet hall was a battered Santana. The trunk was smashed in and distorted, and the rear windshield was shattered into a spiderweb pattern.

He glanced left and right; at the table by the window opposite the car sat two young men. When they saw him, their gazes went Floating, and they turned their heads away.

He let out a "Heh": "Gu Kaishan's idea?"

"Yes!" Lin Sicheng nodded, "Bureau Chief Hu doesn't know yet."

Nonsense, Hu Chenguang certainly didn't know. If he had known, he would never have chosen this "if we're going to cause trouble, let's make it as big as possible" approach.

It was just like his relationship with his master: anyone else would have wanted the whole world to know, but Hu Chenguang kept it as tightly under wraps as he could.

"Who else knows?"

"Just my dad and Gu Ming!" Lin Sicheng paused, "When we came back, did my dad call the teacher?"

Chen Peng was stunned, then sighed: as expected of sworn brothers, they really were a pair of experts at fanning the Wind and lighting fires; they would make things as big as they possibly could, wouldn't they?

But on second thought, since the tactic of poisoning and framing had been used, it meant a fight to the death; talking about morality with such people was just having a hole in one's brain.

As he pondered this, he grimaced as if he had a toothache: "This is really going to be lively now!"

Lin Sicheng didn't speak, his eyes shifting slightly: given the teacher's personality, when had he ever been this calm?

Today's incident was undeniably huge, but the strange thing was, it had been so long, and he hadn't even made a single phone call?

If he doesn't move, he stays still; but when he moves, it is with the force of a thunderbolt—

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