"I have a few questions I'd like to ask you!" Song Xiaojia directly climbed into the passenger seat.

"Hey, hey... I haven't agreed to let you in yet!" Lin Chuan hurriedly said.

Song Xiaojia revealed her police badge and said, "Look clearly, I'm a police officer. Do I need your consent?"

When she took out the police badge from the inner pocket of her clothes, a glimpse of her chest burst forth, with blue police shirt wrapping around those turbulent waves, making Lin Chuan unable to refrain from whistling at her and teasingly said, "Officer Song, the uniform is a bit small, isn't it? Or did you have a second development?"

"You!" Song Xiaojia instantly felt a rush of anger, her round eyes glared at Lin Chuan, wishing she could devour this little ruffian in front of her.

"Don't be angry." Lin Chuan quickly waved his hand and said, "I heard you recently received a second-class merit, tsk tsk, really impressive. So young and already awarded a second-class merit, your future is boundless. Maybe you'll be promoted to station head soon and then become a director. Haha..."

"Cut the crap." Song Xiaojia opened the notebook in her hands and said, "I want to ask you a few questions. First, where were you on October 13th?"

"Isn't that a stupid question? Didn't you see me at the bank scene that day?"

"Good, second question," Song Xiaojia said again: "Why were you injured that day?"

"The criminal thought I was too handsome, so he shot me," Lin Chuan blinked his eyes.

"Behave yourself!" Song Xiaojia was irritated by Lin Chuan once again.

"I haven't harassed you or behaved indecently, how am I not behaving?" Lin Chuan gestured the distance between them and said, "Look, we're at least forty centimeters apart. Of course, if your chest was a little smaller, maybe the distance between us would be even shorter."

"You... you jerk!" Song Xiaojia finally burst out in anger.

"Haha..." Lin Chuan laughed loudly: "Officer Song, I didn't expect you to be so beautiful even when you're angry. How about becoming my daughter-in-law?"

"Get lost!" Song Xiaojia pushed open the car door and jumped out: "You get lost. With your character, how could you possibly be the hero who killed the criminal."

Boom...

Lin Chuan laughed loudly, whistled a loud ruffian whistle at Song Xiaojia, and swiftly drove off from the scene. Watching Lin Chuan speeding away, Song Xiaojia was seething with rage. At that moment, a police car stopped next to her. Song Xiaojia got into the car, complaining, "Captain Zhang, this guy isn't serious."

Song Xiaojia bitterly complained about Lin Chuan's ruffian nature.

Zhang Wenhui squinted his eyes, maintaining a smile. Song Xiaojia dissatisfiedly said, "Captain Zhang, as a senior, based on your experience, how could this guy possibly be a hero?"

"Heroes don't ask where they come from." Zhang Wenhui smiled and said, "Him acting like this must mean he's hiding something."

"Hmm, no matter what, I must investigate this matter thoroughly." Song Xiaojia clenched her teeth and said, "This second-class merit is pressing down on me so much I can hardly breathe."

"Alright, let's just patrol normally for now," Zhang Wenhui smiled, "Lin Chuan, this lad, is definitely not simple."

Having seen the bank robbery scene, Zhang Wenhui knew there were four robbers, all of whom were armed. Given the tight control with pistols and rifles, who has the capability to take down these four people? And emerge unscathed? Zhang Wenhui had been frowning, judging by the distance between the four people and the traces of the struggle at the scene, the person who killed these four robbers must be the same person. Alone against four, and the opponents were all vicious, ruthless killers. Who could have the ability to handle them?

Initially, Zhang Wenhui hadn't dared to believe Lin Chuan was responsible. But when he saw the knife wound on one of the robber's necks, his mind immediately locked onto Lin Chuan. Because this wound matched perfectly with the dagger Lin Chuan had used to knock down Song Xiaojia's pistol at the hospital. However, this important clue he did not reveal. Since Lin Chuan wanted to hide it, why should he deliberately mention it.

After all, even if he disclosed it, it would only make Director Chen angry. A major case had occurred in Jiangbei City, with extremely severe repercussions. In order to minimize the impact, the Public Security Bureau, the Propaganda Department, and the City Committee almost unanimously set up Song Xiaojia as a positive image figure and bombarded the media almost 24/7, focusing public attention on Song Xiaojia's heroic deeds, thus making them forget about the bank robbery incident.

"Captain Zhang, you said Lin Chuan is such a ruffian, could this deed really be his doing?" Song Xiaojia asked.

"Don't investigate this matter anymore." Zhang Wenhui took a puff of his cigarette and said, "The case has already been defined, all four robbers are dead. Even if you find out anything, what can be done? Now, the media bombardment period has passed, and your image has already been deeply imprinted in people's hearts."

"No, I can't accept an honor that isn't mine," Song Xiaojia clenched her teeth and said, "When I took the oath upon joining the army, I pledged to the national and party flags, to endure hardships, be honest, and industrious."

"Xiao Jia, I can only tell you one thing," Zhang Wenhui looked at Song Xiaojia seriously.

"What?" Song Xiaojia looked at Zhang Wenhui, puzzled.

"Dreams and reality are far apart." Zhang Wenhui smiled.

Song Xiaojia suddenly felt enlightened, as if she was seeing a bright light ahead, yet like a fly stuck on the window, she could see the brightness but couldn't find a way out. Puzzled, Song Xiaojia asked, "Captain Zhang, is it really that hard to become a good cop?"

"Not hard!" Zhang Wenhui shook his head.

"Then what should I do?" asked Song Xiaojia.

"Be true to yourself." Zhang Wenhui replied as he drove, "Don't burst a beautiful bubble – that is what makes a good cop."

Song Xiaojia seemed to understand yet didn't; she turned her head and looked out the window, feeling calmer than before, though beneath that calm, perhaps, lay a heart awash with loss. Reflected in the window glass was her beautiful face; Song Xiaojia indeed had the makings of a beauty, and although not stunning, her features were exquisitely proportionate, without a single blemish, and her skin was delicate. Her shoulder-length hair was tied back in a youthful, vibrant ponytail.

Her eyes, usually clear and beautiful, were now filled with confusion. Song Xiaojia was determined to be a good cop, to punish the wicked, promote the good, combat crime, and protect the people and their property. A hardworking, honest cop. Yet, this time, she had to accept an honor she didn't deserve, against her conscience. Moreover, Zhang Wenhui had told her to accept everything as it was if she wanted to be a good cop.

"I understand," Song Xiaojia said, looking out the window, "Maybe, by wholeheartedly pursuing goodness, I can be a good cop."

Zhang Wenhui was momentarily stunned, still choosing not to shatter this girl's hopes. He really wanted to tell her that pursuing goodness alone could make one a good person but not necessarily a good cop.

He refrained from saying it because he wanted her to experience the world's good and evil firsthand and understand what qualities a good cop must possess. Perhaps, being evil in action doesn't always mean being a bad cop; and being good doesn't automatically make one a good cop.

…

Lin Chuan quickly drove back to Changlin Community; Zhou Kai had already hired workers to refurbish the ceiling of the vast factory so the rain wouldn't damage it. Therefore, he had to ensure the factory was repaired in time.

"Chuan, you are back?" Zhou Kai, greasy from engine oil, hurriedly crawled out from under a car.

"What are you guys up to?" Lin Chuan asked with a smile, passing cigarettes to a few people.

The young men, flattered, took the cigarettes from Lin Chuan and said, "Fixing cars. These two have been sitting here too long. Lots of parts no longer work; we've scavenged some decent second-hand parts from the market."

"I see…" Lin Chuan smiled.

"Da Pao has taken people to handle some business," Zhou Kai said as he wiped the oil from his forehead, only to smear it all over his face.

"Alright," Lin Chuan observed the spacious factory filled with assorted, bulky machinery, which would not be easy to move.

Just as Lin Chuan was curiously inspecting the machines, Liu Jianguo walked in with a few people.

"These big guys here," Liu Jianguo said, stepping in his newly bought crocodile leather shoes that cost 3,600, specially brought over from the United States by someone from Hong Kong.

The men carrying briefcases walked around the big machines, climbed up to take a closer look, and, after a while, smiled and said, "This can work; take them back for repairs, and they should still be useful. But, Director Liu, about the price..."

"When we imported these from abroad years ago, we spent over a million. Back then, a million was almost like ten million now," Liu Jianguo chuckled, with a cigarette hanging from his lips, "I'll sell them to you now for just two hundred thousand!"

"Too expensive. One hundred eighty thousand," the man with the briefcase bargained.

"Can't go lower," Liu Jianguo quickly shook his head.

At this moment, Zhou Kai and others crowded around, shouting, "Liu Gou, what right do you have to sell off Changlin Factory's assets?"

"You little rascals," Liu Jianguo roared, "I call the shots here; I sell if I want to. What, you think I won't throw you out of here?"

"Liu Jianguo, don't go too far," Lin Chuan walked over.

"Oh, it's you?" Liu Jianguo smiled and said, "Aren't you the Lin family kid? My classmate, no less. Look at you now, dressed like a construction worker in camouflage. You think you are a soldier?"

Lin Chuan, with a stern face, said, "These machines belong to Changlin Factory, not your personal assets. If they are to be sold, it has to be with everyone's consent from the factory."

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