Crossing Hong Kong to be a police officer, but the system is wrong

"Everyone, we and Song Sir have now arrived at a suburban villa area. Song Sir, would you mind saying a few words to the audience?"

Seeing that Song Shijie had already gotten out of the car, Wen Huixin also quickly got out of the media interview car.

Song Shijie turned his head and glanced at the female reporter, then stopped and said, "Dear viewers, I am Song Shijie. I would like to once again appeal to the three fugitives Guan Zu through your report to surrender."

"Well, I also agree with what Sir Song said." Wen Huixin echoed, and then asked: "I believe that the general public is very curious. Since the suspects have sent the address to Sir Song, why don't the police directly send people to arrest them?"

"Because Guan Zu said on the phone that he is the only one in this place right now, and his other two accomplices are outside on standby. They will contact each other every once in a while, and if he fails to contact his accomplices by the time the deadline comes, they will detonate the bomb..."

Song Shijie walked forward again, and Wen Huixin and the photographer hurriedly followed.

"Oh, I see. It seems that this gangster named Guan Zu is indeed not easy to deal with. Song Sir's spirit of risking his life for the safety of the general public is worthy of admiration..."

The two chatted as they walked. Wen Huixin was very good at catching up on news hotspots and tried to get Song Shijie's evaluation of the family backgrounds of the five rich second-generations. However, Song Shijie blocked her attempt on the grounds that the case was still under investigation and it was not convenient to disclose.

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Five minutes later, Song Shijie arrived at the door of a five-story villa.

"Ms. Wen, this is the location Guan Zu and I agreed to meet. For your safety, I suggest that you stay as far away from me as possible when you follow me. At the same time, for nearby residents who are watching the live broadcast on TV, I urge you to temporarily leave the scene immediately."

The detailed address was just sent to Song Shijie's phone five minutes ago. Starting from the police headquarters, the media car started filming, and Guan Zu instructed Song Shijie's car in which direction to go every once in a while, just like a navigation software.

Guan Zu would change his mobile phone card every time he made a call. Obviously, he was always on guard against police tracking. God knows how many space cards he had prepared.

At this time, he was observing Song Shijie and others through a telescope on the rooftop of the tallest building in the vicinity.

Guan Zu was very confident in his arrangements. Standing at this best observation point, he could keep track of all the movements around him at any time.

So far, he was quite satisfied that there was only a media interview car following Song Shijie, and there was no police tailing him for the time being.

At this point, he obviously no longer cared whether he would be arrested or even shot by the police afterwards.

The plan of that group of people coincided with Guan Zu's. As long as they could severely humiliate Song Shijie, the most powerful person in the police force, in front of the general public and then kill him, they believed that the pleasure would be greater than killing those policemen before!

I wonder what my father, the Chief Superintendent of Police, who only knew how to abuse me since I was a child, will feel then.

Just as he was thinking about it, the door to the rooftop was pushed open, and a tall and handsome young police officer appeared in front of Guan Zu, followed by a female reporter and a photographer with a video camera.

"Sir Song, I didn't expect you to be more handsome in person than on camera!" Guan Zu smiled and greeted him.

Song Shijie looked at Guan Zu in front of him, and at the same time observed the environment of the rooftop with his peripheral vision.

Guan Zu was sitting in a beach chair with his legs crossed. In front of him was a table with a parasol, on which there was a small TV, a laptop and a pair of binoculars.

Of course, the TV was showing the images taken by the photographer behind him.

"I admit, A-Zu, your looks are comparable to mine. You are good enough to be a star. Why did you choose such a hopeless career as a gangster?"

Song Shijie sat down on another beach chair without any hesitation.

Wen Huixin, who was not far behind him, lowered her voice and continued to dutifully report to the audience the confrontation between the two handsome guys in front of them.

At this moment, countless female viewers in Hong Kong were instantly entangled. They originally firmly supported Song Sir, but this A-Zu is so handsome, and it would be great if he is not a bad guy...

"Stop talking nonsense. You know the rules, right? Even if you pull out a gun and kill me now, the explosion outside will detonate two bombs, and many people will be buried with me."

"Well, you have placed bombs in two different places. It's a best-of-three game. If I win one game, you tell me the location of one bomb. I accept it."

Song Shijie's expression also became serious.

Based on the information provided by Liang Maisi, he vaguely understood that Guan Zu had some mental problems, which might be related to the long-term violent abuse he suffered from his father Guan Chun when he was a child.

But the other party chose to retaliate against society and vent his hatred on other innocent people, which obviously crossed Song Shijie's bottom line.

"That's great! I promise that if you really win, I won't cheat. In the first round, I want to compete with you in memory!"

Guangzu clicked his mouse and turned the laptop towards Song Shijie.

On the screen, in a folder, the names of hundreds of movies were displayed.

"Let's randomly pick a movie and a 10-minute segment, and then watch it together. After watching, we take turns reciting the scenes and lines. The one with the highest accuracy wins. Is that right?"

"That's a problem! First of all, you must have seen these movies, which is a bit unfair to me. Secondly, how can you guarantee that the movie you choose will have lines in these ten minutes? What if it happens?"

After hearing what Guan Zu said, Song Shijie immediately refuted.

"Sir Song, I'm the one in charge now! You don't have a choice! Miss Wen, please come over here. You will be the judge of this game. Now, you can randomly say a number between 1-436, and then come over to choose a clip. Remember to choose one with a lot of lines!"

Guan Zu waved to Wen Huixin. He was very confident that he would win this game. These movies were all his treasures, and he had reviewed them countless times over the years. In addition, he had absolute confidence in his memory.

Wen Huixin is worthy of being the news queen. She was not at all panicked when facing Guan Zu, a criminal who had killed many people. She said a few words to the camera, then walked forward calmly, casually reported a number 263, and then started operating on her notebook.

"Just the segment between 13 minutes 30 seconds and 23 minutes 30 seconds." After saying that, she stood back to her previous position.

At this moment, the majority of citizens whose values ​​were not affected by their five senses cursed Guan Zu for not being a martial artist. He compared his memory with that of Song Sir by showing him a movie clip that he had already seen. Isn't this cheating? And they had clearly seen that the movie that Wen Huixin randomly selected was a niche art film, and Song Sir probably hadn't seen it. This was bad.

Guan Zu admired Song Shijie's increasingly ugly expression, and felt waves of pleasure in his heart. This was his purpose, to humiliate Song Shijie in public, to make this highly anticipated new star in the police force lose face and then kill him!

Regardless of whether Song Shijie was willing or not, Guan Zu still clicked play and watched the movie clip with Song Shijie.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and Guan Zu said proudly: "Don't say I'm unfair, I'll let you go first!"

Indeed, in this kind of short-term memory competition, the one who takes the initiative obviously has an advantage. But Guan Zu didn't care. He didn't believe that Song Shijie could remember much after watching it once!

At this time, Wen Huixin, like the TV viewers, was secretly worried about Song Shijie, but her professional ethics still allowed her to direct the photographer to take pictures of Song Shijie.

What surprised everyone was that Song Shijie, who had been frowning deeply just now, now began his performance with full confidence!

I'm not going to pretend anymore. I'm going to tell you straight up. I just redeemed this movie on the system! And since it's a niche art film that's already been released, it only costs a few hundred points.

Watching Song Shijie reproduce the lines from the movie almost one to one, even the character's demeanor and facial expressions were described clearly!

Guan Zu was stunned!

Wen Huixin was shocked!

The majority of citizens who were watching the live broadcast were also shocked!

(First update, guess what the second game is, and how did the popular Song SIr break through?)