Black Spades K's father?Yan Fan blurted out, "Diamond A?" Captain Lu seemed visibly taken aback.
"What A?" The two exchanged a look.
Captain Lu's magnified glasses shot a suspicious glance at Yan Fan.
In that moment, Yan Fan realized—Captain Lu was unaware of the nickname Diamond A for Black Spades K.
Put another way, internal police forces knew very little about Black Spades K;not even to this detail!At that moment, Yan Fan's ears replayed Jiang Ting's casual words in Gaorong County's hotel a few days ago: "The family of Black Spades K is a criminal organization.
His father and grandfather were not clean...
He was called Black Spades K early on because his father used to be known as Diamond A, which eventually led to this nickname..." "What's the matter?" Captain Lu asked, "How do you know his father’s code name?Did Jiang Ting tell you?" Yan Fan’s momentary fluster passed quickly.
He resumed his composure, as if nothing had happened: “Oh, that’s not it at all.
I just saw a group with Black Spades K and Diamond J, so I guessed the rest.” Captain Lu squinted his small eyes even more, focusing intently on Yan Fan.
But Yan Fan’s strong features remained unaffected;he met Captain Lu's gaze steadily.
“…” Finally, Captain Lu nodded thoughtfully.
He said slowly, "We know very little about Black Spades K's drug trafficking group.
One reason is because their base of operations is in Myanmar, making them an international drug organization.
Another reason is that the explosion at the plastic factory three years ago cost us many seasoned officers and excellent undercover agents—very tragic losses..." Yan Fan rubbed his nose quietly.
"So if Jiang Ting ever mentioned anything to you about Black Spades K, please tell me immediately.
Because it's very important information and leads;no one else would know except him," Captain Lu paused, meaningfully asking, "Do you understand?" Yan Fan lifted his eyes, staring straight at Captain Lu.
Their gazes collided in mid-air, neither showing a hint of disturbance.
After a few seconds, Yan Fan nodded.
"I understand, Captain." Captain Lu sighed and leaned back on his chair.
He took off his glasses and slowly polished them.
"The information from the Ministry of Public Security was only shared with Old Wei, you, and a few assistant directors and chief political commissars.
You must be careful about confidentiality when you leave.
Furthermore, as the only officer who has survived two encounters with Diamond J, they might try to take your life.
Be cautious." Captain Lu waved his hand inward, indicating that Yan Fan could go.
Yan Fan stood up but didn't immediately leave.
He moved his lips before finally asking, "Captain—" "What?" "Do you trust Jiang Ting?" Captain Lu pondered for a long moment before putting on his glasses and looking at him seriously.
"This question is pointless, Yan Fan," said Captain Lu.
"My words still stand: detectives don't trust others or themselves.
Police officers first;then they investigate.
We only follow the evidence." Yan Fan remained silent as he turned and left the office.
· The weekly meeting had just ended.
Ma Xiang took this opportunity to run downstairs, bought a few buns, and rushed back to the main office of the Criminal Investigation Brigade.
As he turned the corridor, he collided with Yan Fan, who was texting intently.
He stumbled two steps: "Yo, Brother Yan!" Yan Fan looked up.
"Oh right, I have an errand this afternoon.
Don't come in, okay?Let me know if there's anything you need." As he spoke, he turned to go downstairs.
However, Ma Xiang lunged at him and pulled him back desperately: "What kind of errand?Why are you always going on missions without me now?Last time and the time before that were both with Han Xiaomei;what's so special about her?Am I not your little heartwarming angel, Brother Yan?" Just then, Han Xiaomei emerged from the elevator, eating a bun.
She was startled as she stepped back three steps, hiding the bun behind her.
"Go away, don't be so pushy or you'll get in trouble with Director 6," Yan Fan pushed Ma Xiang away and greeted Han Xiaomei, "Take him to the main office;I won’t be coming today.
Call me if there’s anything." Ma Xiang pouted: "Brother Yan—don't abandon me, Brother Yan—" Ma Xiang followed Yan Fan through the bitter cold, his face streaked with tears as he ran.
As Yan Fan's dark gray trench coat disappeared down the hallway, Ma Xiang stopped crying and turned emotionlessly, saying, "I won’t be coming to work today." Han Xiaomei said, “Brother Yan?” "What?" "Don't go back to Gongzhou;come to Jinnan instead?" "…" "Take a position at the Police Academy, help the city bureau with on-site investigations and errands.