Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

Zhang Shi's fingertips drummed unconsciously on the table, his gaze fixed on Scar's figure on the surveillance screen. Though he couldn't yet grasp the true purpose of this group lurking in the shadows, he didn't dare to relax. Even the slightest hint of Scar's frown, the flicker of his eyes as he whispered to his men, could hold the key to a complete breakthrough. He slowed down the surveillance video, reviewing each frame repeatedly, fearing to miss a single detail.

Elsewhere, He Feng was agonizing over the files spread out on his desk. The case was stuck, the leads completely cut short, and he didn't know how to proceed. The cigarette between his fingers burned to the end, burning him and making him shudder. Just then, the phone on his desk rang sharply, breaking the silence in the room.

He took a deep breath and picked up the receiver. A deliberately low, unfamiliar voice came from inside, with a somewhat mechanical and steady tone: "Director He, right? We are from the Firearms Investigation Committee. We have something we would like to discuss with you in person. When would you like to meet?"

He Feng's heart skipped a beat, as if something had struck him—a gun investigation meeting? He had never received any such notification, and the tone of voice was inexplicably strange. But his expression remained calm, and his tone was steady: "I'm always available. Where would you like to meet?"

The other party gave an address, which turned out to be a long-abandoned textile warehouse on the outskirts of the city. He also emphasized the situation, "Please, Director He, please come here yourself. It would be difficult to talk with too many people around."

He Feng hung up the phone with a snap. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the receiver, his brow furrowed in knots. The address was far too remote; the abandoned warehouse was deserted for three kilometers. He had even specifically requested a private meeting, which reeked of a Hongmen Feast. However, the other party had clearly revealed their "official" status. If he refused outright, he would appear guilty and inferior. He rubbed the tabletop, pondering: This was his territory after all. If anything really happened, he could mobilize quickly, giving him a head start.

He immediately stood up and walked to the next office to find Zhao Lei. His expression was as serious as ice. "Zhao Lei, I'm going to run some errands at that abandoned old textile warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Remember, it's 3:15 now. If I'm not back in half an hour and I haven't called you, bring someone over immediately to meet me. Bring more people and prepare the equipment. Don't delay."

He Feng wasn't naive enough to think he was "absolutely safe in his own territory." He knew that even if he'd traveled through time, he wasn't indestructible. He was still a mortal, and a single shot would have taken his toll. Just like the incident at the docks last time, if Chu Fei hadn't been so accurate and quick to react, blocking the incoming shot, he'd have been killed, and it was doubtful he'd even be able to "travel back." He had to be extra cautious this time; it was always better to have a few tricks up his sleeve.

Zhao Lei saw that he looked so serious that even his usual jokes were gone. He knew that the matter was not simple. He immediately straightened his back and said seriously, "Don't worry, Director. I will arrange it right away. I will watch closely and will not hesitate!"

He Feng nodded, walked to the hanger, took his coat, straightened his collar, and quickly walked out of the office. Sunlight slanted in through the corridor window, casting a long shadow behind him. It swayed with each step, like dragging a heavy chain, exuding a sense of unknown solemnity. The wind from the end of the corridor blew dust towards him, causing the hair at his temples to tremble slightly, but he didn't look back, walking straight towards the police car downstairs.

He Feng actually hoped that the message could be passed back smoothly, but he was also unsure in his heart - what if he really died here and the message could not be delivered, wouldn't that be a very unfair death? Not even a sound was left behind, which made him feel depressed.

Therefore, he had to make a backup plan in advance. The most important thing was to find out whether the other party was truly from the Firearms Investigation Team. After all, he had been in the public security system for so many years and had never heard of such an organization. These days, there are all kinds of people, so he had to be cautious. What if it was a trap set by someone with ulterior motives? Falling into it would be troublesome.

Remembering the lesson he learned last time when he nearly fell because of carelessness, He Feng knew that he had to be fully prepared for this matter. He couldn't afford to be careless at all. One wrong move could lead to a complete failure. He looked at Zhao Lei standing across from him, his expression as serious as a heavy stone. "Remember, this must not be known to anyone else. Not a single word can be leaked. When you lead your men out, just say it's a routine patrol mission, just like usual. Don't let anyone see anything unusual. Do you understand?"

Zhao Lei wasn't stupid. He immediately figured out the key points—this was a way to leave a way out, to be on guard against something. He immediately straightened his back and nodded, "Director, don't worry. I'll make sure everything is done properly and there won't be any mistakes."

He Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly. Just as he was about to leave, the office door was gently pushed open. Ma Xin walked in, holding a freshly sorted document in her hand. She asked in confusion, "He Feng, where are you going at this time? It's still a while before the end of the day."

He Feng wanted to tell the truth, but he swallowed it back. If this was true, it would be fine. But if the other party was lying, letting Ma Xin get involved would put her in danger. So he replied vaguely, "I'm going out to investigate something. I'll be back soon."

Ma Xin wanted to ask a few more questions. After all, He Feng's hurried look didn't seem like a trivial matter. He Feng quickly forced a smile and deliberately joked, "It's just a trivial matter. What? You want to join in the fun?"

Ma Xin was amused by him and shook her head. "No, it's just that seeing you go out at this time, and it's not your turn to get off work, I thought you had something urgent to do. I'm glad you're okay. Be careful."

He Feng didn't say anything more, just nodded, turned around and walked out quickly - a lot of time had been wasted, he had to act quickly, the sooner he figured out the situation, the sooner he would feel at ease.

Ma Xin watched him disappear hurriedly down the hallway, a little suspicious. She briefly considered quietly following him to see what was going on, but then she felt it was inappropriate. She had nothing to do with this mission, and if she rashly got involved, she might end up causing more trouble than she could help. With that thought in mind, she gave up and returned to her desk.

He Feng followed the address the other party gave him and found the place was indeed hidden, tucked away in an inconspicuous old alley. There wasn't even a sign at the door, and it looked like an ordinary residential building. As soon as he pushed open the mottled wooden door, someone came to greet him. It was a man in a Zhongshan suit, his eyes sharp as an eagle. He asked warily, "Who are you?"