Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 670 On the Road
An hour ago, a blue taxi was parked on the side of the road near the bus station.

With the driver's side door half open, the driver, a cigarette dangling from his lips, was basking in the sun, picking his nose, and idly scrolling through short videos on his phone.

"Hey, driver, just keep an eye on that car from a distance, yes, that red taxi!" Jiang Hai, who had just been kicked out of the car, quickly climbed into the passenger seat and pointed ahead.

“No problem, as long as the money is in place, Shenzhou-10 won’t lose track of it.” The fat driver flicked a booger out of the car, closed the door with his left hand, and shifted gears with his right. His hands moved freely without any hindrance, showing that he was a nimble person.

With a stomp on the gas, the chubby driver proudly declared, "Young man, just you wait and see! I, the Little Flying Dragon of Dongcheng, am no ordinary person!"

Jiang Hai took out a pack of cigarettes that Glasses had specially given him before he left the police academy from his backpack, tore open the transparent packaging, took out a packet from inside, and placed it in the center console box.

The chubby driver glanced at the cigarette pack, a barely suppressed smirk playing on his lips. He became more talkative: "Young man, you're not very old, but you're quite shrewd. What's up? Is that car up ahead carrying your lover? Catching a mistress?"

Clearly, the fat driver misunderstood Jiang Hai's meaning, thinking it was just a common scene of catching someone cheating. With a cigarette in his mouth, he quickly switched between left and right, firmly locking the car not far behind the taxi.

Although it was Jiang Hai's first time following someone in a car, he knew he had to hide his true purpose. When the driver asked him, he only hesitated for a moment before going along with it and saying, "Yes, to catch a mistress. That guy is dating a rich second-generation."

"A rich kid?" the fat driver exclaimed in surprise, thinking to himself, "How could a rich kid take a taxi? This is bullying him because he's fat and his brain is fat too."

Does he look that stupid?
Jiang Hai took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and placed it on the armrest, saying sincerely, "Brother Feilong, I just came from the provincial capital and I don't know anyone here. I can only rely on you."

The way he called him "Brother Feilong" sent a shiver down the fat driver's spine. He didn't even bother to light a cigarette, and said decisively, "Don't worry, no matter what, I'll keep a close eye on you!"

"Thanks, Brother Feilong! But be careful not to get spotted. There are two bodyguards in the car." Jiang Hai got playful and started making up stories, framing the three as a rich second-generation heir and his bodyguards.

With a screech, the car suddenly stopped, and its speed immediately slowed down.

Before Jiang Hai could ask, the chubby driver comforted him, "He's a rich kid, he probably has bodyguards with him. You followed him all by yourself? That's too dangerous. I bet you haven't told your girlfriend about this yet, otherwise you wouldn't have been secretly following him."

"Since you haven't made things clear yet, let me give you a suggestion: you two should just make do. Think of it this way: your girlfriend is still your girlfriend, but you don't have to spend money to support her. In fact, knowing she's in the wrong, she might even treat you better on a daily basis."

"A friend of mine who gave me a ride last time saw things very clearly. His situation was basically the same as yours, so he deliberately didn't expose the truth. Then he did all the things he hadn't wanted to do before, forcing himself to develop new ways to play with her. Once he had pretty much won her over, he revealed the truth and broke up with her."

"Straight to the point, I think this is pretty good."

What are you developing?
Developing real estate?
The fat driver's words confused Jiang Hai. After sorting it out in his mind, he finally understood what the other person meant.

However, he didn't care and just nodded perfunctorily.

Seeing that Jiang Hai ignored him, the fat driver focused on driving and stopped talking.

The two cars drove one after the other from the bus station eastward into the old town. After about twenty minutes, the fat driver couldn't help but say again, "Hey, so you have a love rival after all."

The fat driver's teasing voice snapped Jiang Hai back to reality, and he quickly asked, "Brother Feilong, what do you mean?"

The chubby driver gestured with his chin to the left front, and said smugly, "After driving for so many years, I know more cars than people, and I'm more accurate at recognizing them. Let me tell you, that black Volkswagen over there also followed us all the way from the bus station."

Jiang Hai immediately realized that the people following him must be police officers, and his brother-in-law might be sitting in that car right now.

If he were to gracefully appear before his brother-in-law, wouldn't that be incredibly cool? And if his brother-in-law were in danger and he were to suddenly appear out of nowhere, wouldn't that be amazing?

Young and impetuous Jiang Hai took out the pack of cigarettes he had previously put away, then took out another pack and placed it on the armrest box. Thinking about the great undertaking he was about to face, he took out another pack and stacked it on top.

Suppressing his excitement, he said, "Master, just follow that black car."

"Hey, it's alright, it's alright. Why are you smoking so many cigarettes? We're both men, I understand your pain."

The fat driver, caught up in the conversation, slapped his stomach, lifted the hem of his shirt to reveal the knife scar on his abdomen, and said, "Young man, if you can't handle it later, just call out. I, Dongcheng Feilong, am a big shot in Dongzhou. I dare not say more, but I can handle a few ordinary people."

"Hey? Aren't you Dongcheng Little Flying Dragon? How come you've turned into Fat Dragon again?" Jiang Hai turned his head and asked curiously.

"This little dragon, this little dragon..." The fat driver paused for a moment, then quickly replied, "It was his nickname when he was young. Now that he's got all this fat, he's called Fat Dragon. Listen to that, how imposing!"

"Great nickname, and it can even evolve." Jiang Hai couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

As the two chatted, the car slowly changed lanes and followed the black Volkswagen.

A red taxi in front; a black Volkswagen in the middle; a blue taxi behind. The three vehicles are driving on the road.

Black Volkswagen.

The car was full of plainclothes criminal police officers from the Zhengming Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Li Meng held a heavy walkie-talkie in her hand, her eyes shining as she stared at the red taxi not far away.

Since being promoted to deputy captain at the section chief level three years ago, no matter how many murder cases he solved, he could not advance any further in this position.

The youngest section chief in the municipal bureau, as mentioned earlier, has now faded into obscurity, his glory gone.

Recently, Li Meng even had some thoughts of slacking off, just waiting for the routine of rotating shifts every three years, and then she would just settle down as an instructor in a small police station. Unexpectedly, her luck turned around and she suddenly received an important task.

Tracking the molecules coming to Dongzhou.

This is like a pillow being delivered just when you're sleepy; Li Meng, who is currently experiencing a career bottleneck, should be laughing all the way to the bank. For Li Meng, who is already in the position of deputy captain of the criminal investigation team at less than thirty years old, solving a few more cold cases, or even murder cases, won't add much more to his political career.

The benefits of successfully handling a case, especially one that Dongzhou City and even Donghai Province have not faced in decades, will certainly far exceed those of solving ten or even one hundred murder cases.

Therefore, a different thought began to sprout in his mind.

Tracking?
Why can't we just take it all at once?
Li Meng glanced at the time, reluctantly picked up the walkie-talkie, and said, "It's your turn now. Meet at Qingyue Bridge later."

After turning away, the black Volkswagen drove in the opposite direction from the taxi, and a black Toyota not far behind sped up and took over the position of the car in front.

A little further away, those riding in Jiang Hai's blue taxi followed the black Volkswagen in the opposite direction.

(End of this chapter)