The first and second squads immediately surrounded the courtyard. Thud… A special forces officer kicked open the gate, and Zhou Mingchu was the first to rush inside, holding his assault rifle with impressive grace. But you can't stay young forever—though only a few dozen meters away, he was overtaken by two officers from behind. When they reached the doorway, one positioned himself against the wall while the other kicked the door open. As a result, Zhou, who had been third, smoothly entered the building and became the first to do so. "Stay where you are—police!" he shouted, charging toward the terrorists who were resisting. He knocked one down with a powerful thrust and then delivered a decisive kick that sent the second one sprawling. The third terrorist was pinned down by the surging officers, and together with the first two, was handcuffed. Three people were chattering loudly inside the house, speaking so fast and so wildly that no one could understand a word. Zhou Uncle removed his glasses, took a deep breath, and said firmly, "Take them back and interrogate them thoroughly. The investigation work here will be handed over to the following units. We're withdrawing!" A group of special police officers marched proudly, pressing the three fugitives onto the vehicles. The peaceful atmosphere of the small village was now disrupted, with villagers gathering to watch, but all were kept at a distance. From a little hillock farther away, Isabel watched Qin Feng and remarked, "You're quite a trickster! This is truly a gift to your father-in-law—now he's suddenly a hero. Isn't that a bit out of place?" "Heh, what's not to like?" Qin, the young man, smiled and said. "I'm not even going to claim this honor myself. It's better to give it to my father-in-law than to someone else. As you've just seen, Zhou Uncle gave such a convincing performance—no graduate from Beijing Film Academy could have delivered it with such natural grace!" Before the police arrived, Qin Feng untied the three suspects, casting a stunning spell on one of them to immobilize him and positioning them in a posture ready to resist. Zhou Mingchu had remained in constant contact with him, timing his actions precisely at the moment the immobilizing spell wore off. Thus, on the surface, it appeared as though Zhou was in command, while in reality, every move had been orchestrated by Qin. As soon as the spell lifted, the three had barely reacted when the police—demonstrating remarkable prowess—burst in. Otherwise, given Zhou’s own strength, it would have been difficult for him to even withstand the two terrorists, let alone defeat them. Crucially, when the police arrived, they saw the suspects in a stance of resistance and captured the same image. Isabel gave him a withering look and remarked, "How utterly ridiculous—how many times have you manipulated people like this?" "Well, who could blame me? After all, I'm the clever one." He gave a smug smile and said, "The capture of the terrorists is now wrapped up. Next comes the interrogations. Let's see how the police officers handle their spines—let me go back and get a good night's rest. I'll deal with everything else tomorrow!" When he got home, the evening news had already started, reporting on Zhou's heroic deeds. It wasn't that Zhou moved quickly—he had actually taken a detour and hadn't eaten dinner at all. He had gone to Kaifeng Cuisine, ordered three takeout meals, and only returned after finishing them. As soon as he stepped in, he heard Zhou Muxi chattering excitedly: "Wow, Dad is so great! He personally led the charge right in, and even took down two terrorists. When did Dad become so amazing? His earlier motivational speech was absolutely wonderful!" Shu, the police officer, and Zhou's wife were both puzzled. Since Zhou Mingchu started working as a police officer, he had always been a desk-bound officer. His shooting skills were average—even compared to newly graduated police students—and when it came to combat techniques, aside from his self-developed "Oyster Fist" style, he wasn't particularly skilled in any others. Moreover, he had always been staying behind in the command post, letting others take the lead—today must be either a medication error or a surge of energy. The four of them were fully focused on the report, and no one noticed Qin Feng had returned. "Hey, Zhou Uncle truly is outstanding," he remarked quietly from behind them. Shu, the policewoman, was the first to turn around and asked, "Qiong, this initiative was your arrangement, right?" "Why do you think so?" He shrugged. Shu replied, "The action site lies completely outside my uncle's surveillance range—over a hundred kilometers from the city center, where his people simply couldn't track it. Moreover, he broke his usual pattern by actively stepping up and capturing such clear footage. To claim he didn't prepare beforehand? I simply can't believe it!" Zhou Muxi also turned to him, looking at him with a look of curiosity. "Alright, alright," he smiled, "I must admit I created the opportunity for Zhou Uncle. But ultimately, it was he who delivered the final push!" "Shu, the police officer, said: 'With just this case, my uncle will surely be named one of this year's Top Ten Outstanding Police Officers—promotion and prosperity are guaranteed!' At that moment, Zhou, the elder, stepped into the camera's frame, still wearing his combat gear, and spoke with serious determination: 'When I was arresting the suspect, I didn't think about anything else—my only goal was to secure the arrest and ensure the entire city and province enjoy a safe, happy New Year!' 'But the situation was extremely dangerous at the time. You faced a ruthless terrorist. What gave you the courage to step forward without fear?' asked the female reporter. Zhou replied with a strong voice: 'Because I am a police officer, entrusted with the responsibility of maintaining public order and combating crime. That's my job. Yes, unexpected challenges may arise during operations, but if I don't go, someone else will have to. How could I leave the risks to these younger colleagues?' Qin Da, who had stood up with goosebumps all over his body, truly had to agree—after all, weren't all politicians excellent actors? Zhou Musi would definitely benefit from taking lessons from his father; his performance skills could easily be taught at Beijing Film Academy. Zhou's wife was overjoyed, her mouth wide open with excitement—the case had reached the Ministry of Public Security and the Central Government, and her husband solving it within less than twelve hours was no small feat. The camera cut to the scene, capturing the weapons recovered from the pond. This intelligence, of course, was provided by Qin Da, and the credit was duly attributed to Zhou. Three terrorists, each wearing black headsets, were on display—whether they were temporary actors posing as the real criminals, Qin Feng didn't know, as typically, such high-level offenders wouldn't appear on camera. Finally, the camera returned to him, who spoke with strong conviction: "Next, we will conduct overnight interrogations of the suspects, aiming to solve the case as quickly as possible and deliver a satisfactory resolution to everyone." Zhou Mushi jumped onto the sofa, wrapping her arms around Qin Dajiao's neck and pressing his face against her developing, fuller chest, excitedly saying, "My姐-in-law's husband is amazing, Dad is amazing! By the time school starts, I'll have another great thing to boast about with my classmates. Oh, by the way, my姐-in-law's husband, who exactly are those terrorists?"