pjbooks Chapter 8 The Beginning of the Operation
Chapter 8 The Beginning of the Operation
After leaving the deputy director's office, Lu Yan finally couldn't contain himself and whispered to Cheng Qiang:
"Brother Cheng, isn't our Safety Production Bureau responsible for industrial and agricultural production? What kind of life-threatening danger is this? Are we supposed to go to the front line and fight fires with the firefighters?"
That's not right either. Our Mengcheng is located on the coast, the air is humid, and there are only a few fires throughout the year.
Cheng Qiang had no time to explain. He waved behind him, signaling to follow. Right now, all he could think about was how to get rid of this burden. Going to Director Zuo would definitely be useless.
There's work available right now, so I'll take this kid along and let him experience some hardship so I'll back down when things get tough.
As for how to explain things to Director Zuo afterward, he didn't think about it. The two of them were like fish in a ditch, and at most he would only get a few verbal scoldings.
A moment later, Cheng Qiang grabbed a car and was about to toss the keys to Lu Yan when he suddenly realized that the mascot in front of him probably only knew how to drive bumper cars. He sighed and said to Lu Yan, "You go to the passenger seat." He then sat in front of the steering wheel, and the car sped away.
It was Lu Yan's first time riding in a car, and everything was new and exciting. Overwhelmed with excitement, he turned to Cheng Qiang and asked, "Brother Cheng, why didn't Director Zuo ask me if my schedule would clash with my studies and work?"
Cheng Qiang stared straight ahead: "The Security Department doesn't require attendance or clocking in. I'll notify you when we need to go on a mission."
Lu Yan was still preoccupied with the "life-threatening" matter: "Oh, Brother Cheng, what about the previous question?"
"Safety in production means safeguarding the lives and property of the people."
"Wouldn't that cross the line of the police department's authority? Would they be willing to accept that?"
Cheng Qiang scoffed, "Them? They'd need to be capable of handling that!"
"Brother Cheng, what level have you reached in your cultivation?"
Cheng Qiang glanced at him and said irritably, "Didn't anyone tell you not to pry into other people's cultivation levels?"
Lu Yan was taken aback. What kind of rule is this?
Well, this little mascot probably hasn't even entered the gate of cultivation, let alone achieved any. Cheng Qiang thought for a moment and patiently explained:
"Those of us in this line of work are vulnerable to being targeted once our cultivation level becomes known, especially during the rejection period when our physical condition is unstable. If we get caught, we're likely to suffer a major setback."
"What does it mean for a person's physical condition to be unstable?" Lu Yan asked, turning into a curious child.
Sigh, I hate chatterboxes. Cheng Qiang turned the steering wheel to clear the way for the pedestrians and said thoughtfully, "When an alien force enters the body and drastically alters the body's organs, it can easily stimulate the immune system, leading to a severe rejection reaction. You know organ transplantation, right? It's the same thing!"
Physically, some inhuman characteristics are inevitable. Look, you know Gao Zhen from your town, right?
Lu Yan nodded. His classmate Gao Jie's father lived in the building next door; they knew each other very well.
"I was also in the Security Bureau before. During my rejection period, I was forced to go on a mission. Someone sneaked up behind me and hit me on the head with a club. Not only was my leg broken and my cultivation ruined, but I also got a tail stuck behind me."
"Oh..." Lu Yan suddenly realized why Gao Jie's father always wore a pair of loose, baggy pants; it was to cover up his unusual appearance. Upon thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he remembered a TV show he had watched: "Brother Cheng, that Master Guan..."
Cheng Qiang slammed on the brakes and said with a smile, "Are you talking about the two horns on Guan Tianye's head?"
That's right, that old man was a reckless person when he was young. He was always working behind closed doors, and if he accidentally went astray, well, the star just popped up.
He initially pretended to be a fan of the top hat party, and he never took off his chimney hat.
Hehe, but the protagonist can grow taller, and it's impossible to hide it anymore. So the old man simply gave up and went around claiming that he was practicing an incomparably powerful qigong, a qigong phenomenon.
Lu Yan interjected, "It's the 'Wild Ox Gazing at the Moon' style."
Cheng Qiang nodded nonchalantly, "We're here, get out of the car." He casually lit a cigarette, smoking the butt until it turned red.
When Lu Yan got out of the car, he saw a national highway toll station. The window glass was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the vehicles queuing to pay the toll were lined up in a messy, crooked row.
An old man with a sallow complexion glanced at Cheng Qiang, his eyes lit up, and he jogged over to chat and laugh with him.
Cheng Qiang waved his hand and said, "Station Chief Huang, we need to requisition the toll station for a while to stop two criminals. Can you cooperate?"
Station Master Huang dared not refuse, hoping that this bastard would get out of here as soon as possible, and immediately agreed repeatedly.
A few minutes later, Lu Yan stood side by side with Cheng Qiang. He nudged Cheng Qiang and whispered, "Are we going to arrest Liu Tong?"
Cheng Qiang tilted his head and looked him over. After a long while, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are very brave."
Braving the cold wind, the two split up to check the cars. A little while later, Cheng Qiang threw off his cigarette butt and kicked a Fukang car with a "bang." Inside, a man and a woman huddled together, trembling with fear.
Cheng Qiang sniffed, his tone rude: "You're suspected of drunk driving. Come with me now!"
The man shouted, "Isn't it only possible to know by blowing on it? I just wiped the wound with alcohol, does that count as drunk driving?"
The woman asked the man softly, "Where are you hurt? I didn't know."
The man chuckled and said, "Baby, it's in my heart that you hurt me."
The woman spat, her face as beautiful as a peach blossom, yet she couldn't bear to let go of the man's arm.
"Pah! You two, flirting right in front of me!" Cheng Qiang, unable to contain himself any longer, shouted, "Behave yourself! I'll ask you a question, do you know this person?" He threw a portrait at him.
"Liu Tong? I...I know him." The man carefully took it, examined it for a moment, and then stammered.
Lu Yan leaned out and took a look. His body trembled. This person was the chiseled-faced man from the scene when he first received the blessing of destiny.
Is he Liu Tong? Then who was that baby-faced guy standing to the side? An accomplice?
Fifteen minutes later.
"You mean, he removed the words 'Guoguo' from your tattoo shop and took a shower while he was at it?" Cheng Qiang asked, frowning.
The man, Chen Jian, pointed to the portrait and said with lingering fear, "At first, he didn't... he didn't look like this, but when I took a shower, I washed off the makeup, and I saw him clearly. Yes, it's him. I'd recognize him even if he were ashes!"
Lu Yan listened with rapt attention, sat up straight, and asked, "How could you see him taking a shower? Did he leave the door open?"
Chen Jian forced a smile: "I...I installed a camera."
Lu Yan stared at him speechlessly. This guy looked respectable, but he didn't seem to be a good person. What decent person would install a camera in the bathroom to spy on their own customers?
Cheng Qiang pondered for a moment and said, "No wonder you reported the case anonymously."
Chen Jian glanced at Cheng Qiang and said timidly, "Officer, I reported it anonymously, how come it's only been a short while...?"
Cheng Qiang impatiently interrupted him, saying, "That's what you think!"
"Oh." Chen Jian wanted to ask but didn't dare, so he could only hold his breath in frustration.
A while later, Lu Yan skipped down the steps, and Cheng Qiang had already stopped, looking serious: "Are you really coming with me? Liu Tong is a martial artist, not some petty thief."
Cheng Qiang wanted Lu Yan to back down, but he couldn't lead him into danger. If something really happened, he wouldn't be able to explain it to his superiors or subordinates.