Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 423 The Black Sedan

The surveillance video was shot from above, and it happened to capture a section of asphalt road.

Liu Hao said, "Okay, stop here and zoom in!"

A black sedan appeared in the surveillance footage.

While eating, Liu Hao said, "This road is so remote, and there are so few cars, why did you suddenly brake?"

The young policeman said, "Did someone just happen to be passing by?"

Liu Hao ate a fish ball and said, "Someone was passing by, and just then the brakes came on, and then..."

The young policeman said, "Then he hit someone."

Liu Hao asked, "Do you have any photos from the scene? Let me see them."

The young policeman picked up a crime scene investigation report from the table: "Look, if it's in this location, it does match the skid marks seen at the scene."

Liu Hao gestured with his hand over the inspection report and said, "Reasonable."

Liu Hao pulled up the surveillance footage of the black car again and muttered, "Black? Sigh, Jianxiang, you drive a H-8, this car is a H-8, right?"

Gao Jianxiang didn't hide anything, but he felt his body getting hot: "It's a big one, but I think it should be dark blue, right?"

The young police officer said, "The headlight fragments found at the crime scene were also said to be huge. The car's license plate number is WWM3."

Liu Hao said, "8!"

Liu Hao leaned in so close he almost stuck his head into the monitor: "This should be 8..."

The young policeman said, "The fog is too thick, it's too blurry to see anything."

Liu Hao suddenly clutched his stomach and said, "Jianxiang, the late-night snack you bought there today doesn't seem very clean, does it?"

Gao Jianxiang said, "It's the restaurant we usually eat at."

Liu Hao said to the young policeman, "Xiao Li, find all the ones that start with WWM, and then ask around at the nearby auto repair shops to see who comes to get their cars repaired. That should be enough to find the culprit."

Gao Jianxiang suddenly interjected, "There are at least several thousand WWM vehicles on Hong Kong Island."

The young policeman said, "Yes, and recently, we've been short-staffed."

Liu Hao said, "I told you, our biggest enemy is inside."

Gao Jianxiang felt a chill run down his spine, instantly soaking through his shirt.

Cold sweat spread across his back like a fine spider web, the sticky fabric clinging to his skin, rising and falling slightly with each of Gao Jianxiang's rapid breaths.

Gao Jianxiang's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, but he couldn't swallow the saliva that surged up.

Gao Jianxiang's fingers unconsciously gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white, his nails almost digging into the wood.

Gao Jianxiang could clearly hear the throbbing in his temples.

The stray hairs on my forehead were soaked with cold sweat, clinging to my forehead like a cold snake.

Even though the air conditioning in the monitoring room was running at full blast, Gao Jianxiang felt incredibly hot all over.

The cold sweat on my back was immediately aroused by the air conditioner, raising goosebumps.

His gaze unconsciously darted left and right, as if afraid of meeting a sharp look.

Gao Jianxiang pressed his tongue against his palate and tasted a hint of rust, only then realizing that he had bitten his tongue at some point.

Gao Jianxiang felt a tightness in his throat, making it difficult to even swallow.

His knees trembled slightly involuntarily, causing the chair to creak softly, which sounded particularly jarring in the quiet monitoring room.

Gao Jianxiang, feeling uneasy, said, "You guys take your time looking at that. I'm going home now."

Gao Jianxiang went downstairs and got into his black Honda Hyundai.

Start the engine with a tap of the accelerator.

The black Honda merged into the traffic.

Gao Jianxiang did not notice.

As his black Honda started, a van nearby also turned on its headlights.

The black paint job made the van look completely inconspicuous.

Yang Zhen maintained a perfect distance, neither losing Gao Jianxiang nor attracting the attention of others.

Yang Zhen was wearing an ordinary dark jacket and carrying an inconspicuous tool bag, looking like an ordinary repairman.

Only after Gao Jianxiang's figure disappeared into the corridor did he slowly follow, his footsteps so light they were almost silent.

Downstairs, he first adjusted the focus of his telephoto camera, silently aiming the lens at Gao Jianxiang's window, capturing every possible detail—

The gaps in the curtains, the dimness of the light, the movement of shadows.

His fingers gently caressed the shutter button, ensuring each press was precise, the slight mechanical sound masked by the surrounding noise.

After entering Gao Jianxiang's house, Yang Zhen's movements became exceptionally efficient.

He put on thin rubber gloves and took out the equipment he had prepared beforehand from his toolbox—a pinhole camera, a miniature microphone, and a signal transmitter, each of which was so small that it was almost invisible.

His fingertips moved nimbly through every corner, like an experienced surgeon, precisely implanting the "lesion" into the target environment.

The base of the living room chandelier, the shelves of the bookshelf, the ventilation holes of the TV, the inside of the electrical outlets in the bedroom...

He quietly transformed every seemingly ordinary object into a monitoring node.

He even embedded a waterproof camera in the edge of the bathroom exhaust fan, with the lens angle carefully calculated to ensure no blind spots.

His movements were clean and efficient, without pausing for even a second, and he even controlled his breathing very lightly, as if the flow of air was within his calculations.

After installation, he carefully checked the signal strength of each device to ensure stable transmission. Finally, he scanned the device with professional counter-surveillance equipment to confirm that there was no abnormal electromagnetic wave leakage.

Before leaving, he casually wiped away any fingerprints that might remain on the doorknob and even gently smoothed out the shoe prints on the carpet.

The entire process was seamless and left no trace that could be investigated.

Yang Zhen gently closed the door, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction appearing on his lips—this was just one of the most ordinary of his countless missions.

Back in the car.

Yang Zhen called Li Jian: "Brother Jian, I have a live stream of Gao Jianxiang's show here, do you want to watch it?"

Li Jian said, "Send it to my office tomorrow."

That night.

Li Jian took Sister Feng, Gang Sheng, and Zhao Zhao to his large villa.

When I saw the big villa.

Sister Feng, Gang Sheng, and Zhao Zhao all looked on in disbelief.

Sister Feng knew that Li Jian had used a large amount of money, but she didn't know what he used it for.

Li Jian said, "You can choose your own rooms. I will be checking them later."

Although none of the three women minded squeezing into one small room.

But who wouldn't want to live in a big house?

Inside the villa, Li Jian felt much less constrained.

He led Sister Feng to the study and brewed her a cup of Biluochun tea.

Feng Jie's ancestors had never tasted any good tea, but after drinking Biluochun, they felt a lingering fragrance on their lips and teeth: "This is truly a wonderful tea!"

Li Jian smiled and said, "Do you like it? If you like it, I'll prepare more so you can drink it at home later."

Li Jian didn't used to like drinking tea much either.

They were all brought up by Lin Guoxiong.