Chapter 1 The Traffic Jam

"There's a traffic jam ahead, Boss," Yingying said from the driver's seat.

Zhou Ze was in the passenger seat, with Lao Dao and Xu Qinglang in the back.

Both Lao Dao and Lao Xu were quite weak. Lao Dao was doing slightly better; he was in a wheelchair not because of leg problems, but because his head was constantly buzzing, making it difficult to maintain his balance. Standing and walking would easily cause him to fall, so he chose to sit in a wheelchair for the time being.

It wasn't a serious problem and he was expected to recover soon.

Lao Xu, on the other hand, had lost too much blood. Although his wound hadn't touched his heart, having a hole in that area made a quick recovery quite difficult.

Lawyer An was driving the car behind them, with Little Loranne and Liu Chuyu inside.

Behind them was another car driven by Bai Hu, who had transformed into human form. Hei Xiaoniu and the zombie were also inside.

Since it was a funeral, everyone who could come had come.

Zhou Ze sat in the passenger seat, silent. Having just attended his subordinate's funeral, it was impossible to say he wasn't feeling down.

It felt like Shakespeare's Shylock waking up one morning to find he had lost two gold coins.

Lawyer An got out of his car to check the situation and quickly returned, knocking on Zhou Ze's car window.

Zhou Ze lowered the window, habitually lighting a cigarette.

"Boss, it's not an accident. They're checking vehicles entering and leaving, but it doesn't seem like a DUI checkpoint."

Typically, DUI checks were more common at night and less frequent during the day.

Zhou Ze nodded, lit his cigarette, and signaled for Lawyer An to return to his car and wait.

The cars ahead passed by one after another. There was a temporary checkpoint at the intersection, and it seemed like they were looking for a fugitive or something.

Tongcheng had always been a peaceful city. Of course, petty theft and minor criminal cases were inevitable, but overall, it remained calm.

So, this situation was quite rare.

Slowly, it was Zhou Ze's car's turn.

A young policeman walked to the car window and knocked.

"Ma'am, hello. Please show me your driver's license and ID card to cooperate with our work, thank you."

Zhou Ze suddenly found the voice familiar. He turned to look at Yingying and saw the young policeman's face. After thinking for a moment, he said,

"Xiao Feng?"

The policeman was also stunned. He leaned in closer and recognized Zhou Ze, happily saying,

"Brother Xu!"

This was Zhang Yanfeng's (Old Zhang) son, Zhang Feng. Zhou Ze's first meeting with him was outside the intensive care unit after Old Zhang's kindergarten kidnapping incident.

Xiao Feng was crying sadly outside. At that time, he was still a police academy student.

Later, he heard that he had successfully become a policeman, a "chip off the old block."

Zhang Feng was naturally familiar with Zhou Ze. He knew that the man in front of him, who was probably not much older than him, had a good relationship with his father back then and had even been invited by his father to be a police consultant.

Moreover, the current criminal investigation team leader also had a good relationship with him and often invited him as a consultant. It seemed that the team leader often freeloaded at that bookstore.

"What are you busy with?"

Since it was the son of a politically correct person,

The lazy salted fish naturally had to show some respect,

Just a brief greeting so it wouldn't be too awkward.

"We're investigating smuggling. We're temporarily transferred here to help because of the insufficient police force."

Zhang Feng replied.

Investigating smuggling was primarily the responsibility of customs, so this answer was a subtle hint that they were probably arresting suspects.

"You're working hard."

Zhou Ze offered Xiao Feng a cigarette.

Xiao Feng immediately shook his head and refused, saying, "No, my wife doesn't allow me to smoke."

"Xiao Feng, I heard from your dad...your team leader that you're getting married soon, right?"

Lao Dao asked at this moment.

The bookshop owner was too lazy to care about a lot of trivial life matters, and he had only recently awakened from a year-long slumber, so he was somewhat out of touch with the surrounding environment.

"Yes, Dao Master, please do us the honor of attending the wedding banquet."

"Definitely, definitely."

"Okay, you can go ahead."

Zhang Feng returned the documents to Yingying and signaled them to pass.

After the car started again, Lao Dao said with some emotion,

"Actually, Old Zhang's family really hasn't had it easy."

Starting from Old Zhang's father, continuing for several generations, to Old Zhang, and then to Xiao Feng.

"Yeah."

Zhou Ze responded.

Hospitals generally have high-ranking cadre wards, and better hospitals even have high-ranking cadre ward buildings.

When Zhou Ze worked in the hospital in his previous life, he saw many retired old cadres who were not high-ranking but acted with great airs and made many demands. In short, they were difficult to serve.

They constantly talked about how they had dedicated their lives to the country,

But perhaps,

Only Old Zhang's family,

Was truly qualified to say those words.

"Screech!!!"

The harsh sound of tires screeching came from behind. Zhou Ze immediately stuck his head out of the window to look back.

Behind them, a black Audi seemed to be trying to force its way through the checkpoint. Instantly, the area became extremely noisy. Then,

"Thump."

A muffled sound.

A policeman was sent flying.

Zhou Ze's pupils contracted sharply.

He said in a deep voice,

"Get out of the car!"

………………

"Is this reasonable? Is this reasonable? Is this reasonable!!!"

The little boy was sitting in the passenger seat, roaring furiously.

"Damn his ancestors! You can't fleece a sheep to death just because you're getting wool!

Our Xiao Feng hasn't even had his wedding banquet yet, and his child hasn't even been born!

This is outrageous! This is outrageous!

Unreasonable! Unreasonable!"

Old Zhang drove calmly with a grim face, while the ancestor sitting in the passenger seat next to him was cursing vehemently.

"I say, grandson, is your bureau chief's brain full of pus? Doesn't he know to look into how Xiao Feng's dad, that is, you, grandson, sacrificed himself?

He's the only heir of the Old Zhang family, and you're still sending him to go undercover?

Does that make any sense?

It's fine for me in my generation to kill foreigners and bandits, and even your dad can be considered to have died peacefully. But your grandfather, your grandfather's father, including you yourself, all died in the line of duty!

Isn't this just bullying people!"

Old Zhang took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

He wouldn't agree to this either. He could allow himself to sacrifice himself; in fact, he had already sacrificed himself.

But Xiao Feng was his son, whom he had watched grow up day by day. He absolutely couldn't allow Xiao Feng to do this.

Call it acting on personal feelings, call it being emotional, Zhang Yanfeng didn't think there was anything wrong with his actions at this moment.

I'm using my life, the lives of several generations of the Old Zhang family, to exchange for Xiao Feng's peace and safety,

Is that too much to ask?

Everyone has parental love. If it were wartime or a moment of crisis, Old Zhang wouldn't hesitate. But this matter had plenty of room for discussion.

"I'll go back to the police station now and talk to the bureau chief. Don't worry, I won't let Xiao Feng go."

"Talk about what? Just call your bureau chief back directly, right now! Damn it!"

The little boy was quite angry.

Since the ancestor had spoken, Old Zhang didn't dare disobey. He picked up the phone and called back.

"Hello, Old Wu, did something happen around you just now? I heard you…"

"Director Zhao, it's like this. I think the decision to send Comrade Zhang Feng to perform an undercover mission is open to discussion. As Zhang Feng's direct superior, I don't think Zhang Feng has the ability to perform an undercover mission."

"Well, no matter what, Comrade Zhang Feng's political qualities are still very solid."

It's the same reason why a political background check is required to enter some units. Because of Old Zhang's sacrifice, Zhang Feng's political background and beliefs were definitely solid.

In fact, there are two essential elements to going undercover. One is ability, which most people can pass. Abilities will vary, but they're certainly above a passing grade.

After all, they're from the criminal police force, so their skills and qualities are definitely better than those so-called underlings of the bosses.

The other is faith.

This is a society of extravagance and dissipation, a society where everyone is collectively lost. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's a society where faith is distorted.

Many drug dealers or leaders of illegal groups like to say this:

What's the point of being a policeman and earning a few thousand yuan a month? Just follow me…

Therefore, there are many undercover agents who defect, and once an undercover agent defects, it often causes great damage to the police's plans.

Old Zhang could understand Director Zhao's meaning. After hesitating, he said,

"I don't think it's appropriate. Zhang Yanfeng only has this one son, we can't…"

"Yes, I know, the organization has also considered it. In fact, the organization didn't consider Zhang Feng at the beginning, precisely because of this reason you mentioned.

Old Zhang is gone, and it's right for us elders to take care of the younger generation.

You, ah, you,

You misunderstood me.

Comrade Zhang Feng himself strongly applied and requested to perform this undercover mission. He begged and pleaded, submitted so many applications, and in the end, the organization…"

Old Zhang's phone was on speakerphone.

Hearing this,

He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and didn't know what else to say.

In his heart, besides bitterness, there was more pride.

The little boy in the passenger seat slammed his hand on the seat,

Gritting his teeth, he said,

"What a tragedy!"

"Well, let's discuss the specifics when you get back to the station and we can study it carefully."

"Okay…Director Zhao."

The phone hung up.

The little boy took a deep breath,

And said directly:

"The little bastard's wings have hardened! I'll break his legs tonight!"

This was the most direct and effective method,

Unless the bureau originally asked Zhang Feng to go undercover in the Beggars' Sect…

Just then,

Old Zhang's phone rang again.

He turned on the speakerphone again,

And said:

"What's wrong?"

"Team Leader, something happened! Zhang Feng was hit by a criminal's car!"