The next day, Han Fei hummed a tune as he arrived at the police station.
He was in a good mood today, mainly because the three troublesome individuals had left, and he no longer had to deal with the headache of being pestered by them.
Feeling quite pleased, he entered his office, boiled some water, and brewed the Da Hong Pao tea that Xu Mo had given him.
The aroma of the tea quickly filled the room, and Han Fei couldn't help but feel even more cheerful.
This Da Hong Pao truly lived up to its reputation as a premium tea!
Just the scent alone was enough to uplift one's spirits.
To avoid wasting such high-quality tea, Han Fei only brewed a small amount at a time and even drank the first rinse water, which is usually discarded.
Just like the day before, there were no reports of incidents today.
Sipping tea, reviewing past case files, and taking a couple of leisurely strolls around the office area—it was pure bliss.
However, it wasn’t long before a phone call turned Han Fei’s face pale.
Just seeing the caller’s name made his heart race.
The call was from one of the three officers who had come to learn from him a couple of days ago.
Why are they calling now? Could it be that they’re coming back to bother me again? Didn’t they just leave yesterday?! The memory of being dominated by them resurfaced.
Han Fei was momentarily stunned.
After a brief pause, he pressed the answer button: “Hello…”
“Captain Han, something’s happened!”
“What’s wrong?” Han Fei’s brow furrowed slightly.
For an officer to sound this panicked, it had to be something serious. Moreover, this officer was from a neighboring district bureau, and for him to call someone from a different jurisdiction in such a state only emphasized the gravity of the situation.
“One of our colleagues lost his service weapon while on duty!”
“What? A service weapon is missing?!” Han Fei’s voice noticeably rose several pitches.
Losing a service weapon was indeed a major issue.
But what came next made Han Fei’s heart skip a beat.
“When the gun was lost, it was loaded with live ammunition—the magazine was full… And according to the officer who lost it, he hadn’t touched or even drawn the gun during the mission. I suspect it was stolen by someone with malicious intent.”
Lost while loaded with live ammunition and with a full magazine? Han Fei’s breathing quickened.
The police use the Type 92, specifically the police variant, which differs from the military version. The police Type 92 uses 9mm round-nose bullets, with a magazine capacity of 15 rounds.
And all fifteen rounds were live ammunition—not a single blank. If this gun fell into the wrong hands, it could mean fifteen lives!
Although the gun was lost in a neighboring district, the two districts were not far apart. If a gun was lost in the neighboring district, the civilians in Han Fei’s district could also be in danger. If the thief intended to use the gun for harm, their district could be affected as well.
Han Fei already had a rough idea of why this officer was calling him.
“You want me to bring a team to help investigate?”
“Yes, that’s also our bureau chief’s intention. He asked me to call you for assistance,” the officer on the other end replied. “Losing a service weapon is no small matter, especially one fully loaded with live ammunition. Our bureau chief hopes you can step in and help recover the gun as quickly as possible, to avoid further complications… Captain Han, can you bring a team to assist?”
Losing a service weapon was indeed a critical issue, and the top priority was to recover it as soon as possible. After all, a fully loaded gun in the hands of a criminal could lead to disastrous consequences.
Han Fei’s police station had the highest case-solving efficiency in Ram City, and even nationwide. Asking for Han Fei’s help was to ensure the lost gun was recovered in the shortest time possible, preventing any potential loss of life—something no officer wanted to see.
After a brief consideration, Han Fei immediately agreed: “I’ll bring a team over right away.”
“Alright, I’ll inform our bureau chief.”
“Okay…”
The call ended.
Han Fei quickly got up and left his office.
While he liked to boast, Han Fei was self-aware. When it came to solving cases, Xu Mo was far more skilled, even though Xu Mo was relatively new to the job. Han Fei never underestimated him.
Recovering the lost gun was urgent, and he decided to bring Xu Mo along to assist.
Han Fei walked to Xu Mo’s office door and, without knocking, pushed it open and entered.
Xu Mo looked up and saw Han Fei, who was clearly troubled by something, given the deep frown on his face.
“Captain Han, what’s the matter?”
“Yeah… One of the officers who came to our station for training yesterday just called. They said an officer from their station lost his service weapon while on duty and asked for our help in recovering it,” Han Fei summarized briefly.
Hearing this, Xu Mo immediately straightened up. “A lost service weapon?!”
“The gun was lost with a full magazine, all live rounds,” Han Fei replied gravely.
“I remember those officers are from the neighboring district, which borders our jurisdiction… If a gun is lost there, doesn’t that mean our district could also be at risk?”
A fully loaded service weapon lost—this could lead to multiple deaths! Xu Mo, who was well-versed in firearms, knew the power of the police Type 92 and its magazine capacity—fifteen rounds, meaning… fifteen lives!
No wonder Han Fei looked so tense.
At this thought, Xu Mo also frowned.
“Yes, that’s why I agreed to help. More people means more strength. Hopefully, we can recover the gun quickly,” Han Fei nodded.
The two then left the office together.
Just the two of them wouldn’t be enough, so they decided to bring a few more officers along.
Han Fei chose the recently formed Team Seven.
Team Seven was the least busy in the entire station, with no ongoing tasks.
Since Team Seven had only been established recently, they hadn’t been assigned much work. The other teams, while not dealing with major cases, were occupied with various minor tasks and couldn’t spare the time to assist the neighboring district.
Team Seven was smaller compared to the other teams, with only five members: Wang Dachuan, Chen Ke, Li Chen, Old Zhou, and Xiao Zhang.
Though the team was small, it was sufficient.
Including Han Fei and Xu Mo, there were seven people in total.
To be safe, before setting out, Han Fei, Xu Mo, and the members of Team Seven each took a service weapon and put on bulletproof vests.
While distributing the weapons and vests, Han Fei briefly explained the situation to the five members.
The seven of them split into two cars and headed to the neighboring district…
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