I make a living solving crimes.

Chang Wei held the teacup in his hand, watching Fan Tuaner patiently trying to persuade him, feeling both worried and happy.

I am worried that Fan Tuaner might go to extremes, but the feeling of being protected is really great.

No matter whether he is seventeen or seventy this year, it is hard not to be bothered by the fact that there is someone who protects him so wholeheartedly and eliminates any threat that may harm him in the bud.

Fan Tuan'er looked at Chang Wei's dull eyes, smiled gently and kindly, walked to the table beside and took the letter, "Leave this matter to me. Now write down the address and I will arrange someone to arrest him."

Chang Wei took the pen and paper, leaned over the coffee table and wrote a line of words in a flamboyant style. When he handed it over, he earnestly reminded her, "Sister Tuan'er, be careful and don't get yourself involved."

Fan Tuan'er gently touched Chang Wei's head and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll ask my dad to send someone from Beijing to take care of it."

She told Chang Wei the core family secret without hiding anything.

Chang Wei said helplessly: "There's no need to make it so complicated. If it's exposed, the impact will be too great, and Uncle Fan will be in trouble too."

"Don't think too much. My family doesn't keep assassins. Who dares to do that now? Are you planning to rebel?"

"So what are you talking about?"

"They are just my father's old comrades-in-arms, who are responsible for catching traitors and spies in the army. They have been through life and death together, so they are trustworthy. Besides, they are just a few pen holders."

Only then did Chang Wei feel relieved.

Of course, this makes sense.

Even capitalists have three or five confidants...

Watching Fan Tuaner leave, he sat quietly on the sofa and fell into thought again.

Regardless of whether they were transferred or eliminated, history would inevitably change without these three people. He didn't know whether it would be for the better or for the worse.

But since his rebirth, the biggest butterfly in this parallel world has been flapping its wings, and history is bound to have some deviations.

Why think so much?

If worse results occur in the future, we will find ways to correct them.

In fact, the original result was already very bad, how much worse could it get?

We worked so hard to establish the Dragon Team. Besides fighting crime and enemies, it was also intended to correct mistakes. Are we just going to live a life of idleness and wait for death in the next six or seven years?

The father and son who were junior high school students could not do anything about it, and the rest of them who were not yet mature enough could be easily caught now.

After figuring this out, he felt relieved.

This is the situation. What the specific situation is depends on the specific circumstances.

He picked up a book on the table.

It was a collection of Gorky's essays, a Chinese translation that Chang Wei found in the reading room of the hotel.

The most famous of these is of course "The Seagull".

In Russian, the word "Haiyan" means "prophet of storms".

As soon as "The Seagull" was published, it won high praise from the old Bolsheviks, was honored as a "revolutionary fighting poem", and was regarded as "a clarion call to inspire the people's revolutionary spirit."

On the vast sea, strong winds gather dark clouds.

Between the dark clouds and the sea, petrels fly proudly like black lightning.

Sometimes its wings touched the waves, sometimes it flew straight into the dark clouds like an arrow, and it shouted,

The dark clouds heard joy in the bird's brave cry.

Chang Wei just flipped through the pages quietly, and his mood gradually calmed down.

After getting the address, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu set out with investigators from the Investigation Bureau and blocked the man in a private house in Zhabei.

The investigators were arranging for the neighbors to evacuate. Zhang Long hid behind a thick pillar, looking at the holes left by bullets on the ground not far away. He cursed inwardly and shouted into the house: "You have been surrounded. Now you have no choice but to surrender."

There were rustling sounds in the house from time to time, and occasionally the sound of furniture falling to the ground could be heard. It was obvious that they were preparing for a final resistance.

Zhang Long was not in a hurry. He waited for the investigators from the Investigation Bureau to evacuate everyone before he continued to shout into the house, "You are the only one left now. If they attack, can you resist them with the tables, chairs and benches in the house?"

"If you can't stop it, the worst that can happen is death." A desperate roar came from the room.

Zhang Long poked his head out to take a look and advised, "Death is the easiest. You will be relieved if you die, but it's a pity that your wife and children will have to suffer for the rest of their lives."

The people in the room were silent for a while, and the voices shouting suddenly lost some confidence, "...the disaster will not affect my family."

"We will have to investigate to know if your family has committed any crime. If you don't confess, we will have to search your house. It's hard to say which of your property will be considered illegal and which will be confiscated. If your wife is also involved, your children will become orphans."

Zhang Long suddenly became fierce when he got to this point. He cursed traditional virtues and shouted, "You're calling for someone to shoot our leaders, and you still expect us to be polite to you? I'm telling you, if you don't surrender today, I'll send your mother, wife, and children to the northwest tomorrow."

The people in the room were obviously frightened by this, and after hesitating for a long time, they shouted, "You dare not, do you know who I am with?"

These words are harsh on the outside but weak on the inside, and are only meant to give myself courage.

Zhang Long sneered, "It doesn't matter who you follow. The eunuchs still follow the emperor, and they can't protect their own eggs."

When these words were shouted out, even the comrades in the Investigation Bureau were shocked.

Is this the same fucking thing?

Zhang Long could hear the hesitation of the people in the room and continued, "How is it? Have you thought it through? If you surrender now, I will go back and try to convince our leaders not to touch your family and keep your eggs."

The people in the house don’t care whether there are any eggs left or not. He is doomed to die and will not survive this year’s disaster of leftover eggs.

But Zhang Long threatened his mother, wife and children, which really hit the vital point.

Men go through life and death outside just to earn more money so that their mother, wife and children can live a good life.

Zhang Long is right. You have already fired the gun. If you don't go out and let them vent their anger, how can you expect them to treat their families well?

He took a deep breath and said to himself, I'm sorry, boss!

"I surrender, don't touch my family!" He knew he had no room for bargaining, so he threw the two guns in his hands out of the house, raised his hands high, and walked outside.

A bearded man walked into the sunshine and looked up at the warm sun greedily.

"Snapped"

A very crisp gunshot was heard from a distance. The man was shot in the chest. A puff of blood bloomed into a red flower, and the whole person fell backwards.

He fell to the ground, disbelief still in his eyes.