"Something's happened!"
A plainclothes detective captain slammed his phone down, jaw clenched as he spat out those three words.
He had just called the precinct.
No one answered.
Each criminal division always has someone on duty to answer emergency calls—24/7.
That's protocol. It prevents delays in response.
No answer meant only one thing—something went very, very wrong.
He tried calling his on-duty subordinates.
Still no answer.
And then came the flashback—
Xiao Yang's warning, not long ago:
> "You don't have much time left. Maybe… it's already too late."
Every face in the room changed.
This wasn't just a problem. This was a full-scale disaster.
It was all so obvious now.
These people had gone as far as to stage a terror attack—
Just to draw all the police forces out of one jurisdiction.
And now, someone had likely infiltrated—or attacked—a criminal division headquarters.
And the scariest part?
Whoever these people were, they were smart.
They used the "terror attack" to lure not only local forces—
But possibly neighboring districts' police as well.
Even if someone back at HQ tried to call for backup,
Most units were already tied up with the staged attack.
There'd be no one left to help.
Everyone was focused on the flashy distraction.
No one cared about "minor details."
---
Bincheng City.
Night.
Neon lights draped the streets like a fallen galaxy.
Traffic poured through like a river of stars.
Dreamlike. Beautiful.
Until the wail of sirens tore through the illusion.
Police cars formed a long convoy, racing toward the criminal division building.
Inside one of the unmarked police vans, Xiao Yang stared out the window.
His mind drifted, processing the memories of his body's previous owner.
The original Xiao Yang had lived in this city for four years—
It's where he'd attended police academy.
Where he planned to work, away from his parents' expectations.
All in pursuit of freedom.
And then… he died.
Now, with the earlier life-and-death crisis behind him,
Xiao Yang finally had room to think about something else—
His future.
Should he follow the original's path? Join the police?
Hell no. Absolutely not.
He was a transmigrator, damn it.
Basic protocol: lay low, stay alive, get rich, show off when needed, and slap faces when provoked.
As for risking your life in law enforcement?
Let someone else be the hero.
He'd much rather enjoy life as a handsome man with a system.
Besides—Xiao Yang felt invincible right now.
That "Warfare King's Technique" was insanely powerful.
He had this illusion—
"I could probably take on ten guys at once."
And that was just from the close-quarters combat portion.
If someone dropped him into an actual battlefield right now?
Gave him access to weapons?
The results would probably be terrifying—beyond human comprehension.
And the source of all this power?
A woman.
Xiao Yang turned his head, sneaking a glance at Chu Dongchan, seated beside him.
His eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
What a scary woman.
Suddenly, her eyes opened.
They locked eyes.
Chu Dongchan: (￢_￢)
Xiao Yang: (￣ω￣;)
Awkward silence.
"Ahem…"
Xiao Yang, caught red-handed peeking, awkwardly looked away.
"Uh… You didn't come just to save me, right?"
Shameless.
What do you think you are, the protagonist of a romance drama?
Chu Dongchan's eyes were icy cold.
She paused, then said:
"Coincidence."
So that's the legendary ice-cold goddess…
Xiao Yang didn't even want to imagine someone this beautiful… using a toilet.
If he'd met her in his previous life?
He'd probably have begged for a chance to be her simp.
But now that he realized she was his blind date?
Nope. Forget it.
She's a soldier. A real-deal war goddess.
If she ever got mad and threw hands, who knew if he'd survive?
Living peacefully sounds great, thanks.
Just as Xiao Yang was getting lost in thought, the police van screeched to a halt.
They'd arrived.
The detectives poured into the building.
"I wanna do something big," Xiao Yang muttered, staring at the building entrance.
"Huh?"
Chu Dongchan glanced over.
"The bathroom," Xiao Yang said solemnly.
"…What?"
She blinked, not making the connection.
"What else?" he rolled his eyes. "I need to pee. Or should I say, I need to water a friend?"
After transmigrating, surviving a terror attack, dodging bombs and death—
His bladder had had enough.
He needed to go. Badly.
Chu Dongchan: …
A flicker of anger crossed her face before she cooled again.
"You're not curious about the case?"
"Why should I be? I'm not a cop."
Xiao Yang shrugged. "And like I said—too late."
He explained:
As soon as the detective captain couldn't reach anyone at the station—
He knew it was already over.
Whoever staged the attack had finished whatever they came to do.
They were probably long gone.
Soon, the police would start scouring the city for leads.
But with the way this thing was planned?
They'd be chasing ghosts.
The so-called "terrorists" were just bait—sacrificial pawns.
They probably wouldn't yield any useful intel.
No matter how well the police searched—
The real masterminds had already planned their exit.
When Xiao Yang shared this analysis with Chu Dongchan,
Her expression shifted.
Complicated.
He was smart. Very smart.
Sure, others could reach the same conclusion eventually.
But sometimes, speed is everything.
It's like solving a math problem—
One person gets the answer in 5 seconds, another in 6.
One second doesn't sound like much.
But in a gunfight, that second could mean life or death.
Soon, Xiao Yang's theory was proven right.
The intruders had broken into the criminal division,
Controlled the officers on duty,
Disabled the surveillance system…
But hadn't killed anyone.
Hadn't destroyed anything.
Hadn't even stolen anything—apparently.
Even creepier?
Before leaving, they'd cleaned the scene.
No prints. No hair. No footprints.
No traces of their presence.
The investigators were dumbfounded.
Terror attack as a diversion.
Break into HQ.
And then… do nothing?
That made no sense.
"No dead bodies, no damage, they even cleaned up after themselves…"
Xiao Yang narrowed his eyes. "It has to be something they took."
Chu Dongchan's gaze grew even more complicated.
"What do you think it was?"
"That's not the important part."
Xiao Yang took a deep breath.
"What's important is… I'm about to pee myself."
If he didn't get to a bathroom soon, someone was going to die.
Chu Dongchan: …
I really want to punch him. What now?