The phone reading: With four eyes on her, Shu, the policewoman, felt a little embarrassed and lowered her head, her tone softer as she asked, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" He Mu Qing asked, "Do you know what kind of organization my and Qin's group is?" Qin Feng gave her a look, remarking, "What's with calling him 'Qin Xiao'? I can accept being called 'Qin Feng,' but 'Xiao'—that's just too young for someone like me! After all, Mr. Qin is a sincere, down-to-earth man—there's not a single thing about him that could be considered small. If you don't believe me, go to a quiet place and I'll show you. Of course, you won't get to see me without doing the same—just let me see you undressed. That would be fair. Shu, the policewoman, shook her head and said, "I don't know. Head, you've never mentioned it before." But I can only imagine how special that department must be—just by joining, a cold-blooded killer becomes a captain officer. It must be incredibly exciting to work there." Qin Feng shook his head, clearly exasperated. His daughter still admired his captain's rank, didn't she? Didn't he find it particularly impressive? He couldn't see the big deal. He looked at Shu, the young policewoman, with a mixture of resignation and mild frustration, saying, "Don't look down on the cold-blooded killers. Compared to Qin, you're worlds behind in every aspect. That's why he was able to join—while you simply couldn't." Qin, the young lord, muttered under his breath, muttering, "Call me Qin-ling, and I'll never stop with you." He lifted his head proudly and said to Shu, "Qin-ling, tell Shu Yajing why you decided to join the organization." With a hand that he'd always carried with him but never used before, Qin reached out and slammed it onto the table, saying, "So that whenever I draw my gun, no one will say I'm acting illegally." "Whew, the beautiful woman widened her eyes, expecting him to deliver some grand speech about the nation and the people, to educate the young officer, instead he produced a pistol. Wait a minute—aren't you acting illegally? Do you have a gun permit? Hold on, this gun looks quite impressive. The woman reached out, grasped it firmly, smoothly removed the magazine, and with a hint of doubt remarked, 'I've never seen a pistol like this before. It's chambered in standard 9-millimeter rounds and holds twenty shots—quite powerful! The barrel has been specially treated and is notably longer than that of a typical hand pistol, so the range must be excellent.' Qin Feng gave a self-assured, slightly condescending hum, thinking to himself: 'A product of Qin Group's laboratory—how could it be any different?' Suddenly, her tone shifted: 'Qin, you don't actually have a valid gun permit, so you shouldn't be carrying such a powerful weapon. Therefore, I'll have to reluctantly take it on trust and keep it for you. Don't worry—I'll make sure it doesn't gather dust.'" "Wait a minute, this is a clear grab! Heimeng quickly tucked her gun into her chest, giving him a look as if he dared come any closer, she'd fight him to the death. 'Sir, this is my personal weapon for self-defense. If you take it, what will I do when the Dragon Storm comes back? Will I have to fight him barehanded?' Qin, the young lord, reached out and said, 'Hand it back to me quickly. If you like, I'll get you another one. A gentleman doesn't take what belongs to others, right?' Heimeng shook her head vigorously, like a windmill, and muttered, 'No way. I've done so much for you. This gun is my thanks. I'm not returning it. Give up on that idea.' How unkind! How unkind! Seeing his visibly pained expression, Heimeng pulled out her own sidearm and tossed it to him. 'I'm not taking it for free. How about we swap? Your gun is quite good too—Glock 19, a true name brand!' The Glock 19 is indeed excellent—compact and highly reliable. But as the saying goes, "you only know the value of something when you compare it with others." Qin Feng felt he had really come out short. Still, having a gun for protection was better than having none. As for He Muqing, she seemed so afraid he might change his mind that she pulled Shu Yajing along and hurried out, barely pausing to say goodbye. Watching the two women rush away, he smiled wryly. All along, it had been us taking from others—now, here they were, taking from us! Being taken by others wasn’t exactly pleasant. Immediately, a bitter thought took root in his mind: You took my gun—fine. Then I’ll take your heart. See who ends up worse off. Hey, shouldn’t you still have spare magazines for your gun? Just using one magazine seems rather stingy. Once they’re all gone, where will I get more? Inside the police car, He Muqing seemed like a fox that had just stolen a hen’s nest—her laughter made Shu, the police officer, feel rather unnerved. Not just a rifle, really—how could it turn out this spectacular? In Shu's eyes, the Glock 19 is no ordinary good gun; it's clearly much more compact and better suited for women. Hei, the beautiful woman, raised an eyebrow and sneered, "What do you know? The real advantage of this gun lies in its specially designed ammunition! I've just checked—it's likely the legendary bottom-ejecting round, with a range at least twice that of standard bullets. Don't believe me? Then back at the station, let's put it to the test—see whether your 92 model or mine comes out on top." Shu Yajing blinked, posing a question that drove Hei absolutely crazy: "If the bullets are specially made, where do you get more when they're all used up?" ... Following Qin Feng's instructions, He Muqing ordered the police across Plain City to go full-scale, conducting a thorough, all-encompassing search for the whereabouts of the Dragonguard. Days passed, yet the officers came up empty-handed. With regard to this, Qin Dashi expressed the highest possible contempt—what could you possibly do? You can't even find a single person; is the state raising you merely to scare the common people? While Qin Dashi was searching for the Tyrannosaurus, the Tyrannosaurus was simultaneously searching for him. After the previous failure, the Tyrannosaurus reflected deeply and decided to adopt a close-range sniping strategy this time to ensure the mission's complete success. This close-range sniping strategy involves using high-precision sniper rifles within a range of 300 meters to efficiently and accurately eliminate the target. Since it's a close-range tactic, the closer the better—the distance between the shooter and the target should be minimized as much as possible. For instance, at a range of just 50 meters, even the least skilled sniper could consistently hit the center of the target. Moreover, when a sniper rifle is used within the effective range of a handgun, it delivers an unexpectedly powerful and lethal impact. Bao Long equipped himself with a modified AK-47 fitted with a scope, achieving the required accuracy while maintaining the ability to sustain continuous fire. Even if the first shot missed its vital target, he could immediately follow up with a second, or even multiple shots. He drove a black executive sedan, patrolling the areas where Qin Feng was often seen, waiting patiently for the opportune moment. However, Qin, the young magnate, had completely altered his usual routine—when he should have been at work, he'd be sleeping soundly at home; when he should have been at home, he'd be out having fun, often staying at a hotel or even lodging at Hou Bao's residence. His ambush site was chosen at the main entrance of the Qin Group. The executive sedan was parked on the street across from the entrance, ready to wait for the target to appear.