Bai Song doesn't need to worry about many things, he is just a small policeman. But after this battle, although he didn't see the overall situation, Bai Song also felt that he benefited a lot.

How to divide these people was not Bai Song's concern. Shortly after the operation, according to the arrangement, the Tianhua City police escorted more than a dozen criminal suspects back by plane.

Before returning, Bai Song called Zhang Wei.

In order to keep it secret, Bai Song's parents didn't know much about what happened in Southern Guizhou Province. Maybe Bai Yulong could hear something between the lines of Bai Song's occasional phone calls, but Bai Yulong never asked.

I'll tell my parents I'm safe when I get back...

Zhang Wei had already driven back to Yanwei City. This trip gained Zhang Wei a lot of fans, but Zhang Wei also knew that he could not tell anyone about his solitary spying on the enemy camp.

Bai Song reported to Zhang Wei that he was safe and told him that the problem had been resolved, but Bai Song still told Zhang Wei that this matter should be kept in his heart forever.

Even though the case has been made public and some things are no longer confidential or even need to be kept secret, Bai Song still feels that for the sake of Zhang Wei's safety, it would be better if this matter is only known within the Public Security Bureau.

As a policeman, Bai Song has nothing to worry about, but Zhang Wei is different...

Indeed, as an ordinary citizen, Zhang Wei has done such a heroic deed, fighting with wits and courage. If the police publicly awarded him an award and publicized it, all major media outlets would definitely rush to report on it. By then, Zhang Wei could become a generation of Internet celebrity in just a few days and reach the pinnacle of his life...

But is being at the center of a storm a good thing? Not necessarily.

Some things don't have to be converted into fans and traffic. Experience and growth are the most important. People should look at the long term. After experiencing this incident, Zhang Wei gained far more than just superficial things.

It was also because of this that at a certain award ceremony of the Tianhua City Public Security Bureau a few months later, when a certain citizen was awarded the second-class merit, there was no fanfare, but the name was kept anonymous, which attracted the attention of many police officers in the city bureau. However, the few police officers who knew about this matter also kept silent about it...

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Bai Song looked at the time. Today was March 1st.

Time flies here, and according to the lunar calendar, it is already the ninth day of the second lunar month. When I return to the north, the "Dragon Raising its Head" has long passed, and there is no more snow.

This period is the busiest time for the police.

In two days, it will be time for Shangjing City to hold some meetings. As the temporary capital, all departments in Tianhua City are on high alert, working overtime, suspending holidays, intensifying patrols, etc. From the Municipal Bureau to the branch bureaus and then to various police stations, all have entered a high-efficiency and high-intensity working state.

When Bai Song and others got off the plane, the branch only sent two large trucks. The person who came to pick them up was Political Commissar Yu from the Criminal Investigation Detachment. Without much greeting, the two fully loaded trucks drove directly to the criminal police's yard.

Bai Song hadn't been home for more than a month. After returning to the Criminal Police Compound, he felt very at home. However, the few people he met were in a hurry, and Bai Song, who had been outside for a long time, was still a little uncomfortable.

After getting off the car, the suspects were escorted away one by one. The criminal police were too busy to handle it, so each police station claimed one or two people. Political Commissar Yu told everyone in the car to take a few days off first.

Today is Thursday, and it is already evening. All those involved in the operation will take a three-day break and go back to work next Monday. Of course, these words are only directed at comrades from the branch bureau. There were also some comrades from the Municipal Bureau in the car, and they were picked up by the vehicle after arriving at the Criminal Police Compound.

Bai Song and the others have been on business trips these days, and although they are not very busy every day, everyone looks extremely tired. None of them have had a good night's sleep in these many days.

If the police are counted as working hours, how do we calculate it? For people like Bai Song who are on business trips, it can be said that 24 hours a day in a month is considered working time. If we consider this according to the Labor Law...

Of course, civil servants are not protected by the Labor Law...

Putting aside these unrealistic thoughts, Bai Song and the other three first returned to the residence of the criminal police and tidied up some messy things. They all prepared to take a shower, then go out for a meal together, have a drink, and have a good rest.

After packing up his things and taking a shower, Bai Song was the first to leave the bathhouse. He put on clean and comfortable clothes, took a sip of hot tea that had been left to cool for twenty minutes, and came out to go to the bathroom again. There was no one in the entire corridor.

When he reached the corridor, Bai Song listened carefully and heard someone seem to be having a meeting in the conference room. He was a little curious, so he took a few steps and arrived at the door of the conference room.

Bai Song was very familiar with this room. The "12.01" task force had been working on cases in this conference room. It should have been time to get off work, but light was still coming through the crack in the door. Bai Song walked to the door, and a policeman happened to come out to use the bathroom. He opened the door and saw Bai Song at once.

"Bai Song? Haven't you gone home to rest yet?" A policeman from the third team came out. He was very happy to see Bai Song and left the door ajar. "I heard that your operation went smoothly this time. Not bad."

"It's okay, everything is going well. Master Wang, what time is it? Why are you still so busy?" Bai Song asked.

"There's nothing we can do. This case is not that simple. More than a dozen people came back today. The police station has taken them away to handle the formalities, but they will be handed over to our task force after they are done. Old Yu is holding a meeting with everyone to make the next arrangements." Master Wang lit a cigarette and didn't seem to be in a hurry to go to the bathroom. He started chatting with Bai Song.

"Old Yu?" Bai Song was stunned: "Political Commissar Yu?"

There are not many leaders with the surname Yu in the detachment. Bai Song thought about it and thought that the only one is Political Commissar Yu. The problem is that Political Commissar Yu has never been responsible for specific cases, and Political Commissar Yu is not young anymore.

"The political commissar is almost too busy now. Captain Ma and the two deputy captains have been out for so many days. Although they have caught the people, it will take a few more days to handle the return procedures and handover. Political Commissar Yu has no time to take care of specific cases. It's either Political Commissar Yu, or Old Yu, Yu Dechen." Master Wang took a puff of cigarette: "Old Yu has been exhausted recently, alas..."

"Master Yu?" Bai Song looked inside through the crack in the door opened by Master Wang. Indeed, although the person sitting in the middle of the conference table was a deputy captain, the one who was speaking and arranging work was Yu Dechen.

After not seeing him for over a month, Yu Dechen seemed to be much weaker than before. Bai Song couldn't see clearly, but he could feel that Master Yu's condition was not very good.

Of the more than 90 fraud suspects, all were arrested except Xiaoyu, who was released on bail because of his excellent cooperation and confession of important clues.