110: You're exposed, Shepherd.

"What?!"

Gu Changfeng jumped up in fright after hearing the staff's trembling tone.

Warned by the System?

He leaned over to look at the tablet.

He saw the outline of the database flashing with dazzling red light.

In the middle, there was also a huge "!" symbol.

A flashing text appeared within it: WARNING! Querying this person requires Advanced permissions! Please submit a reasonable reason for this query, query record, query personnel, and other procedures to the National Martial Arts Management Bureau! And accept investigation by the Martial Arts Management Bureau!

"Holy crap!"

Gu Changfeng gasped, looking at the almost extremely stern warning text, feeling as if a lurking beast was guarding its food on the other end of the software, ready to jump out and take a bite at any moment.

Director Zheng's expression was touched; he loosened his tie, breathed a sigh of relief, looked back at the burning house, and said with a smile, "Changfeng."

"Director, I'm here."

"This fire is truly beautiful."

Gu Changfeng suddenly understood: "Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

Soon.

The Patrol Bureau officers returned, escorting the Apocalypse Cult fanatics.

Although many people ran away, many were also caught.

Boss Wu's body was rolled up and taken away.

Director Zheng came to Qi Chuanyu and the others, patting their shoulders: "Zha Tian Gang, apart from the name being a bit arrogant, everything else is acceptable."

After speaking, he left.

Qi Chuanyu and the others felt bewildered.

Gu Changfeng gave them a thumbs up and said, "Being able to be with a weirdo like Shen Bei, you guys aren't easy to deal with either."

Qi Chuanyu and the others: ...

"Um..." Qi Chuanyu tentatively asked, "Is our mission complete? Is there a bonus?"

"Mission? What mission?" Gu Changfeng asked back, half-truthfully.

"Of course it's to monitor and investigate the Weather Evil Cult, hey!" Niu Yanben stuck out his neck, emphasizing the key point.

Gu Changfeng pointed to the Apocalypse Cult fanatics in the officers' hands and asked, "Which one of them did you catch?"

Du Ziteng immediately took over, pointing to Boss Wu's body that had just been carried away from the courtyard: "We dealt with the Headhunter Tribe people."

"That's right." Gu Changfeng spread his hands, admitting it, but then changed the subject: "Wasn't your mission to monitor the Apocalypse Cult? What does that have to do with the Headhunter Tribe?"

The three of them were left speechless by Gu Changfeng's rebuttal, silently shedding tears.

Liao Zhongyang put his hands in his sleeves, rubbed his nose, and yawned: "Let's go back to school, I'm sleepy."

...

"Director, are you really not giving Zha Tian Gang any reward?"

Gu Changfeng opened the car door, respectfully letting Director Zheng get in.

Director Zheng pointed to the national emblem on his chest: "I've killed so many madmen and executioners, what more could I ask for?"

"That's different..." Gu Changfeng smacked his lips: "Zha Tian Gang are all freaks, especially Shen Bei. I've dealt with him several times and know his style of doing things well."

Director Zheng was silent for a moment, then pointed to the police car he had crushed behind them: "Whatever it sells for, it all goes to Zha Tian Gang."

Gu Changfeng understood.

Even though that police car was already scrapped, if it were thrown in a junkyard, it would only be worth 2,000 yuan.

But if you found any local hooligan, they'd have to pay 200,000 yuan to buy it.

They weren't buying a car, but peace.

But Gu Changfeng still felt a bit of a headache with Director Zheng: "Director, next time, please be more civilized in your appearance. The higher-ups are a bit displeased with you; they call you the 'Car Terminator'."

"Heh." Director Zheng was unconcerned: "Am I, a Five-Rank Martial Artist, not worth a mere few cars' worth of money?"

"That's not it." Gu Changfeng sat in the driver's seat, smiling bitterly: "The main thing is that the funding for purchasing police cars comes from the annual budget. Every time you smash one, the quality of the food in the cafeteria goes down a bit."

...

Under the night sky.

Shen Bei ran wildly.

The buildings rapidly receded, and the wind whistled past his ears.

His figure was like a cheetah, moving through the city.

His speed soared to 50!

Blood steamed throughout his body, sweat evaporated and rose from his head.

From a distance, he looked like a steam locomotive.

Crack~

Shen Bei popped a qi and blood pill, recovering the stamina lost from his frantic run.

Gradually.

Not far from his line of sight, a factory appeared, with a black-painted gate.

The gate was crooked and twisted.

It had clearly suffered a violent impact and then undergone a crude repair.

Shen Bei let out a turbid breath.

He stopped outside the wall: "Lei Laohu's corn processing factory."

He looked up at the three-story building standing in the night.

There were no lights.

At the gate's guardhouse, only an old night watchman was chewing pig's head meat and drinking wine.

Shen Bei stepped lightly, agile as a swallow, landed on the wall, and flipped down.

He pushed open the window of the three-story building and climbed in.

He arrived on the second floor.

Shen Bei turned into the left corridor.

He came to the innermost room.

Shen Bei vaguely remembered that after he had worked there, he came to the second floor to ask for his wages.

Lei Laohu was in this room.

Shen Bei had even glanced inside; the layout and decor were that of a living quarter.

In other words, this room was Lei Laohu's residence.

Now Shen Bei had only one goal, and that was to find Lei Laohu's phone.

Shen Bei remembered that there were two phones on Lei Laohu's desk back then.

One was a smartphone, and the other was a black-and-white Wujiya phone.

At that time, after he entered the room, Lei Laohu was locking the Wujiya phone into a safe.

It was clearly an important phone.

After Lei Laohu died, Gu Changfeng and the others cleaned up the mess.

It's likely the smartphone was no longer there.

But that Wujiya phone should still be in the safe.

No matter how much the Patrol Bureau investigated, they wouldn't rummage through everything to search for Lei Laohu's other belongings.

After all, Lei Laohu at that time was just a Martial Artist with a checkered past.

Even now, only Shen Bei knew that Lei Laohu was a member of the Headhunter Tribe.

Therefore, Shen Bei was certain that, in all likelihood, that Wujiya phone was still there.

At this moment, Shen Bei looked down at the doorknob, which still had the Patrol Bureau's seal on it.

A layer of dust covered it.

Shen Bei twisted the handle, but it didn't budge.

He didn't bother being polite; he directly punched the lock, destroying it.

Who had time to find tools to pick a lock, and besides, he didn't know how.

Just get it done!

The lock was like paper in front of Shen Bei, directly torn apart.

He kicked the door open and entered.

He went straight for the safe.

Still locked!

This lock was a bit more troublesome to deal with.

There was no keyhole, no key; it was fingerprint and password protected.

Forcible entry!

Boom boom!!

Shen Bei's fists glowed with a diamond-like brilliance as he punched down repeatedly.

The extremely thick steel plate gradually twisted, deformed, and tore apart.

When Shen Bei tore open the safe door with both hands, he immediately saw the Wujiya phone lying inside.

Just as he took it out.

Footsteps sounded outside the door; the old night watchman burst in.

It must be said, this old fellow still had professional integrity, brandishing a stick: "Who! Stealing things here!"

Shen Bei couldn't be bothered with him, smashing a solid wood chair with a kick, and only said one word: "Scram!"

The old man's neck recoiled; he naturally knew he couldn't provoke him, and at the same time, a strange thought arose: Is it so hard for Martial Artists to make a living these days? A while ago, a Martial Artist was doing odd jobs, and now there's a Martial Artist acting as a thief!

Useless!

Why not do something better?

Might as well save forty years of detours and become a security guard.

Call the police!

Must call the police!

The old man stood at the door and started calling the police, babbling and complaining.

The ear of Gu Changfeng, who was on duty at the other end of the phone, buzzed.

At this moment, Shen Bei didn't forget to add a reminder: "Tell the officer my name is Shen Bei."

The old man felt this was a provocation!

Still daring to give his full name?

Good, good, good!

The old man directly relayed: "The thief's name is Shen Bei!"

Gu Changfeng directly replied: "Scram!"

Beep beep beep~~~

The call was hung up.

The old man looked bewildered, what did that mean?

What did that mean?

Was this thief stealing with official permission? The Patrol Bureau isn't even bothering?

...

At this moment.

In front of Shen Bei were two phones.

One was Boss Wu's smartphone, and the other was Lei Laohu's black-and-white phone.

The black-and-white phone still had a full battery, its power consumption simply made the smartphone feel ashamed.

Lei Laohu's phone had a very simple unlock method.

Pressing two buttons in sequence would unlock it.

Shen Bei began to carefully compare the call records of the two phones.

Soon.

He found the same phone number.

"This should be the Shepherd's phone number."

Shen Bei took a deep breath, just about to dial it. As long as he heard the other person's voice, Shen Bei was confident he could identify the Shepherd among the many teachers at Wu Da!

However, Shen Bei's finger suddenly stopped.

And, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He suddenly realized that this phone number, whether from Lei Laohu or Boss Wu, had the exact same calling pattern!

First, it would ring for five seconds, then hang up.

The other side would call back, ring for three seconds, then hang up again.

Then call back again, until there was no answer.

The other side would call back again, no answer.

Only when calling back again was it a normal conversation.

"Playing a game of matryoshka dolls!"

Shen Bei's eye twitched. If he hadn't made this discovery and had rashly dialed the Shepherd's number, five seconds later would have been the moment of exposure!

He feared the Shepherd would decisively abandon this phone number and flush it down the toilet.

Shen Bei picked up Boss Wu's phone and began to dial according to the pattern.

At this time, the Shepherd should not know that Boss Wu was already dead.

Beep beep beep~~~

After five seconds, he hung up.

Sure enough, the Shepherd started calling back, hanging up after three seconds.

After a series of dialing and hanging up, like exchanging secret codes.

Shen Bei held his breath and put the phone to his ear.

A man's voice came from the other side: "Honey Badger, what's up?"

Snap!

Shen Bei immediately hung up the phone.

It's him!

Shen Bei's pupils suddenly constricted!