Western Police Station, Hong Kong Island.

Li Shaoze just walked out of the gun room, stood in the locker room, and inserted a shiny dot 38 into the gun belt around his waist. Reaching out to open the wardrobe, there was his siren number written under the corner of the closet.

“PC4928”

"Senior Sergeant - Li Shaoze."

Taking a deep breath, he changed into his green police uniform, stepped into his leather shoes, put on his police ID card, stood up in front of the mirror on the inside of the cabinet, and raised his hand to salute the military.

The face in the mirror is seven or eight points similar to the previous life, but it is much more handsome and handsome.

Li Shaoze smiled: "Even if there are more handsome guys in this world, there are probably few who can be more handsome than me." ”

……

As a uniformed police officer on Hong Kong Island in the 80s, he was one of the first graduates of the Police College since its establishment. Because when I was in school, my grades in various subjects were mediocre, and I didn't have a chance when I graduated, so I was selected for elite departments such as the Serious Crime Team and the Intelligence Section. was directly assigned to the Western District and became the most ordinary military uniform.

On weekdays, he is responsible for the daily patrol of Sheung Wan Avenue and two long streets in the Western District. The main duty is to carry a pen from the street to the end of the street, sign a name on the patrol book at the end of the street, and then go to the tea stall on the side of the road, ask for a string or two of fish balls, have afternoon tea, smoke a cigarette, and the days are almost over.

Time flies, and he has been on an errand for three years. The gun on his body is still a gun of kindness so far.

After patrolling the street for three years, relying on the signing in without fear of wind and rain, I signed in for more than 1,000 days. Even if it's a game, it's time for some check-in rewards. So Li Shaoze naturally became a senior police sergeant.

However, this is the former Li Shaoze.

Now he is a traveler from the new century on the mainland.

Name?

It's not so coincidental, he is not surnamed Li, nor is he called Li Shaoze.

However, since the crossing, every day when he reports to the police station, he will carefully check his documents. Just like this morning, the standard salutation action, through this sense of ritual, let yourself truly become, the person of this world.

Therefore, the police officer walking on the streets of the West District no longer has another name, just Li Shaoze!

This is due to the professionalism of his previous life, which brought him convenience.

Because Li Shaoze was also a policeman in his previous life, he was also a small section chief of the Guangdong Provincial Anti-Narcotics Department. The opportunity to cross was also in an anti-drug operation, and he came to this world after being shot unconscious.

At first, he thought he was just "born again". In this way, a month passed in a blur, and with the advantage of inheriting memories, he quickly adapted to his new identity. Until a month ago, he was in the police station and accidentally bumped into the superintendent of the Western District "Uncle Biao".

After Uncle Biao handed him a cup of milk tea with a smile, Li Shaoze suddenly came over. He is not only "reborn", but also "reborn in another world", this is a world of movies!

Today, it happens to be the third month of his coming into this world.

……

"To be a man, you must first recognize yourself!"

Li Shaoze understands this truth very well, and has always done so.

He didn't, because he found out that it was a movie world, and he shouted and shouted, and automatically brought in the movie protagonist.

Because he knows very well that he is not the main character of a movie. can mix with a novel protagonist, then it is considered a grace of the author.

He is just a small uniformed policeman, and his daily task is to patrol regularly. The maximum scope of rights is limited to issuing a ticket for the car. He doesn't even have the right to ask about the fact that the old boy is looking for a small vendor to collect protection money. That was the remit of the anti-black group.

According to the fixed itinerary every day, Li Shaoze took two cups of coffee and came to the street entrance of Sheung Wan on time. If nothing else, his street patrol partner "Jin Tsai" will be waiting for him at the traffic light at the street entrance.

As a sheriff, he naturally has to pay for the coffee in the morning.

Sure enough, there was a uniformed policeman standing under the traffic light, who had arrived ten minutes earlier than him. Li Shaoze smiled and handed over the coffee, but when he was halfway through, he suddenly stopped his hand, raised his police hat and said, "Why didn't Jin Zai come, who are you?" ”

"Report to Sir Li, my name is Song Zijie."

"The newcomer who just came to the police station to report yesterday, Sir Chen asked me to follow you first." Song Zijie stood on his feet, raised his right hand, and saluted loudly.

At first glance, this guy is a young man who has just graduated from the police academy, he speaks with a clear eye, and the green military and police uniform is actually a little handsome that he wears. Li Shaoze couldn't help pouting: "The flag that was just set up before going out, I didn't expect to meet one!" ”

"Amazing than me? Coffee, yours. ”

Li Shaoze muttered in a low voice and put the coffee in Song Zijie's hand.

"Sir Li, you can't drink coffee on patrol."

"Oh? I didn't give you a drink, I just told you to hold it. Li Shaoze glared at him, and Song Zijie, who was frightened, didn't dare to speak again.

But secretly, the fledgling Song Zijie will naturally not be convinced. According to the grapevine in the police station, he knew very well that the Li sir in front of him was just an old fritter with mixed qualifications. Except for being handsome, there is nothing else outstanding.

And to be more handsome, he Song Zijie has never been afraid of anyone since he was a child. As for the coffee, he just served it, and he definitely didn't violate the police rules.

Two hours later, around the corner.

Song Zijie leaned against the corner and exhaled a long breath: "Sir Li, the coffee is so fragrant." ”

"Which store?"

"Seven dollars, five cents and eight, no thanks." Li Shaoze signed his name and stuffed the notebook back into the wooden box on the wall. Locked the box and turned his head, Song Zijie handed over a cigarette, it seems that this guy is also an old smoking gun. It is estimated that in the police academy, he was caught by the instructor, otherwise he would not have been transferred to the military police based on his grades.

Looking down at the cigarette holder, Li Shaoze nodded: "Marlboro, you kid is rich." ”

"Li sir, tomorrow morning's coffee ......"

Song Zijie familiarly took out a lighter and wanted to light it for him, but Li Shaoze waved his hand and refused.

Of course, he didn't quit smoking, but just a little habit before smoking. I like to put an unlit cigarette in front of my nose and sniff it twice. This habit can keep him calm and enjoy the cigarette better.

This is also the only remaining imprint of his past life on Li Shaoze's body. He didn't want to, and he didn't want to change it.

Leaning against the wall for half a minute, he took out the lighter from his mouthband and lit the cigarette. The two sirs are swallowing clouds and spitting fog in the corner of the wall, and they are talking nonsense.

"Wait a minute, take you kid, go eat fish balls." Li Shaoze flicked off the cigarette ash, if nothing else, after eating the fish balls and shopping around, he could think about getting off work at noon.

Bang!

It was a bit like the sound of stones falling from high altitudes, coming from the other side of the street.

The atmosphere suddenly began to freeze.

"You fart?"

"Sir Li, it's gunshots!" Song Zijie's tone trembled a little.