Police arrived immediately. The Eighty Electronic Book joked: "The deputy secretary's daughter and her niece were attacked, and the assailants used rocket launchers—such heavy weaponry—how could the police not take notice? In any country, counter-terrorism is a top priority, and this is no exception in our country. The fact that all three of them escaped uninjured is astonishing. Given the extent of the vehicle damage, it seemed impossible for anyone inside to have survived. Qin Feng produced his officer's ID, and the police immediately quieted down. After all, he was the star of the recent incident in the capital, a specialist in handling terrorist events. Escaping the explosion was no surprise. The police now believed this incident was of the same nature as the one that occurred in the capital. But Qin Dashi doesn't see it that way. During the match in the capital, Yan Xinghua and his team suffered a major setback, and Guan Lijie was utterly defeated. As a thoughtful person, he couldn't have missed the lessons learned—so he moved in again so quickly. "Zhou Uncle would immediately grasp his meaning. Though the previous romance kidnapping case had finally been resolved, it had still left a certain negative impact on him. A successful performance would be the best way to completely eliminate those effects." "I'll immediately report to the Director and ask him to assign this case to me," Zhou Uncle said, patting his shoulder. "From now on, it all depends on you!" "Don't worry," Qin the Young Man smiled confidently. "I'll definitely bring those people to light and hand them over to Zhou Uncle for judgment." Turning to the still-burning car, Zhou Mingchu said, looking quite distressed, "I've saved for several years to finally buy this one, and it's barely been a month when it's completely destroyed—what a pity!" Qin the Young Man thought for a moment and said, "Zhou Uncle, you've managed to save for several years to buy an Audi A8—your annual income must be quite solid, right? Is the salary of a civil servant really that high?" Zhou Uncle blinked his eyes in surprise: "Don't even think of saying that! If anyone hears it, they'll be furious!" "He smiled even more cunningly: 'Don't worry, the insurance company will fully cover the costs. How about this—I'll send you a better one. When people ask, just say it was a gift from your future son-in-law, and no one will question the source of your income!' Zhou Uncle glared at him again and huffed, 'This is your promise, and once a man makes a commitment, he can't back out. Also, if you're sending me one, you must send one to Xiao Jing's mother too—no favoritism!' 'No problem at all,' Qin the young man replied cheerfully, fully aware that being a good host to both his father-in-law and mother-in-law was no small task." Crime scene investigators recovered a number of crucial pieces of evidence from the wreckage. An older detective with white hair approached and said, "Director Zhou, based on our initial assessment, the terrorists used a Russian-made RPG-7 rocket launcher, positioned approximately 120 meters from the vehicle. Fortunately, the car's steel thickness and structural integrity were quite strong—had it been a Japanese or Chinese vehicle, we'd likely have seen only scattered remnants after the blast!" "Are there any other pieces of evidence?" asked Director Zhou. The older detective shook his head and replied, "We can only confirm that the terrorists escaped over the wall. There are no fingerprints left at the scene—only a single foot impression, which is quite blurred and makes it difficult to draw any definite conclusions." "Such carefulness—what kind of terrorists could be so meticulous?" he added. The seasoned detective replied, "One thing is certain—he's undergone rigorous military training, is familiar with weapons like rocket launchers, and can swiftly evacuate once he's secured his position. All these points point to a specific origin. I believe he's been operating from abroad. The people we've been dealing with in the capital are merely petty criminals—still several rungs below the level of true terrorists." He nodded and said, "Be careful on the way. Take Auntie back with you. It seems someone wants to kill you, so unless absolutely necessary, avoid going out—don't give them any opportunities!" "Ah, got it," Qin Dashao smiled gently, never taking any fear seriously. It turned out that Zhou's investigation direction was completely off. Isabel reported that after leaving the scene, the person went straight to a suburban urban village, never stopping at a hotel or guesthouse. Moreover, the person had an Asian appearance and didn't speak a word. Clearly, Zhou's desire to make an impact by placing all his hopes on Qin Dashao was a sound decision. When Zhou Shiqian heard that the three had been endangered, she rushed to Zhou Mingchu's home. Qin Feng accompanied them for a while before finding an excuse to leave—there was Shu, the police officer, at home, so he must be safe. A few minutes later, he joined up with the veteran coach. "How's the situation?" "He spoke, at the same time wrapping his arms around the woman's slender waist. Since Asabella was a vampire, her body radiated a cool, refreshing energy, making her particularly resilient to the cold. She was still wearing autumn attire, light and streamlined, without the bulk of winter clothing, which enhanced her graceful figure. "Since we returned, she hasn't left the house," the young, ever-young officer pointed toward a nearby residential building. "I checked—this family has long since moved out, and the house has been continuously rented out. As for who exactly 'Fang Ke' is, the landlord doesn't care. Moreover, I sense that the person will relocate after dark!" "Excellent," he said, his hands growing more restless, unzipping the side of the woman's dress and reaching inside.