Yang Fan stood in the office holding a thermos, his expression incredibly complicated.
Are these people really as lawless as Liang Mo said?
Luckily, he listened and moved all the evidence, otherwise all that work would have been for nothing.
Yang Fan's phone rang quickly: "Hello, Political Commissar, yes... what's the matter with you..."
We'll arrive in Beijing tomorrow morning.
Hearing this, Yang Fan finally felt relieved.
"Okay!"
As soon as he hung up the phone, Yang Fan looked at the thick smoke outside and suddenly felt...
Another promotion is coming?
But the thought only flashed through his mind for a few seconds. The next second, he took a sip of water, smashed the thermos, rubbed his hair which was coated with hair gel, and rushed out, shouting in a booming voice, "Fire! Fire!"
"What are you all doing? The police station caught fire! You're all going to get punished!"
"How's the forensic lab going? You guys are all bastards! Don't ever say you're my apprentices again! It's a disgrace!"
Yang Fan, carrying a basin, rushed inside with the younger generation.
But by the time they put out the fire, the entire evidence room was charred.
The firefighters even mocked them, making everyone at work feel ashamed.
As was customary, Yang Fan also gave everyone a dressing-down.
After finishing all these tasks and returning to his office, he felt exhausted.
Liang Mo was having dinner when he received a message from Yang Fan: "We have the evidence."
A video was attached.
Liang Mo finally smiled after a long time.
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