I make a living solving crimes.

The old locust tree in the alley is like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life. In the autumn wind, the fallen leaves flutter like floating gold foil.

The old blue brick and tile houses are still standing, and the street lights at the entrance of the alley shine nearby, casting warm spots of light.

It was almost eleven o'clock when Chang Wei returned home. The back room was pitch dark, and he knew that his family was waiting for him in the back yard again.

In the middle of the night in late autumn, there was always someone holding a lamp for him.

The Monkey King was squatting on a dead branch of the pomegranate tree. When he saw him coming back, he called out, "Squeak, squeak," and with a leap he landed accurately on his shoulder.

Chang Wei rubbed its head and asked, "Are you used to it?"

The little monkey gently grabbed his hair, flexibly switched shoulders, gestured with his fingers, and pointed to the roof.

Chang Wei looked up and saw the little black cat standing majestically on the roof, looking around.

Ever since it caught a mouse last time, its bloodline instinct has been activated, and it patrols the yard every night.

Yang Min said that no one in the nearby yards had been talking about rats recently.

The saved mouse tails were not only enough for Chang Tian and Chang Long to report to school, but Yang Min could also go to the street office to exchange them for some change every now and then.

Black cats can indeed ward off evil spirits from the house.

Not to mention mice, with its claws and speed, even thieves would have to hide from it.

Seeing Chang Wei coming back, Xiao Zhao meowed softly, came down from the roof and squatted on the other shoulder, proudly refusing to look at the little monkey.

The little monkey squatted there with a wronged look on his face, but there was a human-like, flattering expression on his face.

In the living room, Chang Xiaoman was drowsy but stubbornly refused to leave. She curled up in a chair wrapped in a blanket and waited for him to come back.

"Is the problem solved?" Yang Min came forward and looked at her son. Seeing the tiredness on his face, distress flashed in her eyes. "You must be hungry. I'll get you something to eat."

"Mom, I don't want to eat anymore. I didn't sleep last night. I'll take a bath and go to bed."

The little girl heard Chang Wei's voice in a daze and wanted to hug him without opening her eyes.

Then the next morning, he kicked Chang Wei on the butt, waking him up on time.

Today is the day for the anti-theft team to report.

Hundreds of elite soldiers selected from the city’s four bureaus and the Investigation Department lined up in the courtyard on standby.

Chang Wei did not give any passionate speech, he just called out names so that everyone could get to know each other.

Everyone is very respectful and there are no troublemakers.

This training course is an extremely rare opportunity for grassroots police officers. After returning, they will become the backbone of the anti-theft teams in each branch.

How stupid does one have to be to offend Chang Wei at this time?

He wanted to drive people away, just a word.

The ten people selected by the Investigation Department stood in a row alone, their faces serious, and they dared not act presumptuously.

The Ministry of Public Security has to follow rules when promoting people. They make their own decisions based on their own judgment. As long as they think you are untrustworthy, no matter how capable you are, it will be useless.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu led ten thieves into the yard. When they saw the fierce gazes in the yard, even though they were experienced thieves, they couldn't help but tremble.

"Isn't that what the policy says?" Chang Wei came over and said hello, "Your skills are useless if you keep them. If you want to reduce your sentence, you have to teach them patiently and seriously."

The thief leader said timidly, "Yes."

"Don't try to hide it. Although I can't steal, I can watch. Think about how I caught you. If you don't do your best, you won't even have the chance to go to Qinghe Farm. I will send you to the northwest."

The thief was so scared that he was shaking all over.

There is still a chance to leave Qinghe Farm in three to five years, but it took at least ten years to go to the Northwest.

They are all over 40 years old, and it is not certain whether they can come back.

The teaching took place in the yard, with more than a hundred people sitting cross-legged on the ground in a circle, with the thief in the middle simulating theft in various scenarios.

They don't need to let the public security police learn the skills of stealing, they just need to let them understand how thieves make a feint to the east and attack in the west to attract attention, how to hide from others' sight, and how to transfer the stolen goods secretly.

If you understand these behaviors, it will be easy to identify thieves on the street.

The only people who really need in-depth training are the ten people in the Investigation Department.

Not only do they have to learn how to steal things, they also have to learn how to pick doors and locks and climb walls.

Back in the office, Chang Wei asked Jiang Hongxia about the situation of Zhang Xunan's gang.

"After the news of Zhang Xudong's death was confirmed, Zhang Xunan has completely taken control of the gang. Their exact number has not yet been determined, but several core members received the list yesterday, and Captain Zhang is verifying it."

"Do they have a base?"

"Yes, there is a small courtyard over the overpass. It is their hall. Every five or ten days, Zhang Xunan will go there to collect the money."

Chang Wei pulled the desk calendar in front of him.

Unconsciously, it was already mid-November. He thought for a while and circled November 20th with a red pen, "Let's just treat this as a training exercise."

Jiang Hongxia raised her eyes slightly and looked outside the yard.

Of course, the anti-pickpocketing brigade can do more than just anti-pickpocketing.

They are the elites of each police station, and even when they come to participate in anti-pickpocket training, everyone carries a gun.

Training is one thing, but the most important thing is that it costs too much to borrow people from the branch or municipal bureau every time.

The Dragon Group is directly managed by the ministry, but if you are unwilling to share some benefits every time you hire someone, over time, who will cooperate with you wholeheartedly?

When it comes to money, the master and the apprentice always have a huge quarrel. Later, Chang Wei simply handed the matter over to Aunt Song.

Zhang Youde has to stay away from all the old ladies in the system.

After deciding on a time, Chang Wei thought about it, picked up the phone and called the Municipal Bureau. After chatting with Director Gong for a few words, he confirmed the date for the crackdown to begin.

It starts with Operation Flyover.

"You really don't want support from the Municipal Bureau?"

"Thank you Director Gong for your concern. We still want to train the team."

"Haha, OK, then I congratulate you on your fortune in advance."

"Get rich? What kind of fortune? Director, I don't know what you are talking about."

"Haha, you are just pretending to be confused. Zhang Xudong has been occupying the overpass for several years. He has accumulated..."

"What, what are you talking about? I can't hear you, I'm...it's too noisy outside in the yard."

He muttered to himself for a few words, then, ignoring the voice on the other end, hung up the phone.

Jiang Hongxia curled her lips.

You must be kidding me. I can hear Director Gong's voice on the phone from here.

This guy is probably the only one in the whole city who dares to talk to Director Gong like this.

Who can blame him for having made so many contributions and being a good person?

The last time Yu Maoxue was raided, the Municipal Bureau did not send anyone, but Chang Wei still paid 50,000 yuan.

No one has abundant funds, and the Municipal Bureau is also penniless.

After receiving the 50,000 yuan, the Municipal Bureau will feel embarrassed to interfere in the distribution of the money during this crackdown.

Chang Wei wrote down the accounts in the small notebook, stood up and prepared to go and see the training outside.

Fan Tuaner hurried in, looking a little guilty, and whispered, "Chang Wei, the minister wants to see you for something urgent."