He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

With curiosity and professional instinct, he immediately clicked on the notice and browsed the information on it. When he saw "Name: Zhang Beixing", his face changed instantly.

His pupils dilated uncontrollably and the expression on his face was one of extreme surprise.

He couldn't believe his eyes. How could a person make two S-level filings within two months?

You have to know that not just anyone can obtain S-level filing information. It is extremely difficult to obtain S-level filing information. What did he do to make the Fenglan City police file him twice at the S-level?

He hurriedly put down the thermos cup in his hand, quickly printed out the information, and then stood up and ran to the director's office without hesitation. This was indeed a big deal, and he had to tell the director as soon as possible.

……

In the office of the chief of the Yincheng Police Department, Song Hui looked solemn and frowned. In his hand was a document that his subordinates had just handed over.

After reading it, he slowly put down the information and rubbed his sore eyebrows.

Then he picked up the thermos cup beside him, blew the tea in it to cool it down, and took a sip.

At this moment, there was a rapid knock on the door.

Before he put down the thermos cup in his hand, a police officer pushed the door open and walked in. The police officer's face was a little flustered, and his footsteps were hurried forward.

"Chief, something big has happened!" the police officer said in a serious voice.

Song Hui immediately put down the thermos in his hand, stood up, and looked at the police officer with a serious expression.

"What's the matter?" he asked in a deep voice.

The police officer handed over a document in his hand and said, "Chief, please take a look at this S-level archived information document first."

"S-level archiving and filing?" Song Hui paused and immediately took the information.

He knew that every S-level archived record information was enough to attract great attention at his level, and could even attract the attention of all police stations in Kyushu.

Therefore, as the director, he must personally review every S-level archived filing information and understand the reasons behind it.

After he received the document, his eyes wandered between the lines, and suddenly, his expression froze.

"Zhang Beixing?" he murmured to himself. The name seemed to touch a string in his memory.

After a brief recollection, he looked up at the police officer, his eyes full of confusion.

"Hasn't the name Zhang Beixing already been filed as an S-level file? Why is this information brought out again now?"

He still remembered that two months ago, the name Zhang Beixing had been listed as an S-level person of interest in the Fenglan City Police Department, and the filing did not reveal the specific reason.

At that time, he also specifically instructed all police officers to keep a close eye on this person and immediately implement surveillance once he entered Yincheng to prevent any accidents.

However, to his surprise, the police officer actually took out the long-filed document. He was puzzled. What on earth was going on?

The police officer took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Chief, this information was just re-released by the Fenglan City Police Department. Look at the end, it says it will be merged with the previous archived information. This means that Zhang Beixing has once again been filed at the Fenglan City Police Department at the S level."

Hearing this, Song Hui's expression changed again.

He lowered his head and re-examined the document, and sure enough, he found the sentence the police officer had said at the end.

For a moment, he felt extremely shocked, as if a force was impacting his thinking, making him a little dazed.

In just two months, this young man named Zhang Beixing was once again relegated to the S-level archives.

What on earth did he do to make Fenglan City police pay so much attention to him? Moreover, this time, they did not disclose the reason for filing the case, but simply released the information. What exactly is this person capable of?
Or, does he hold some important secret?

Song Hui had no way of knowing all this. He was unable to find out the truth, so he decided to contact the Fenglan City police directly.

After being stunned, he slowly raised his head and placed the documents heavily on the desk.

"Immediately republish this information in the police station and inform all police officers that if they find Zhang Beixing entering Yincheng, they must not only monitor him in real time, but also contact me immediately. This person may be extremely dangerous."

Song Hui has made up his mind that as long as Zhang Beixing appears in Yincheng, he will report to his superiors and request the military to intervene. Anyone who can be filed as S-level twice in a short period of time is definitely not an ordinary person, and perhaps it is not something that their Yincheng Police Department can deal with alone.

Of course, all this is based on the premise that Zhang Beixing shows malicious intent. But even if he has no malicious intent and is just visiting Yincheng, it is enough to make Song Hui nervous and even put the entire Yincheng Police Station on standby. After all, such people are rare in the entire Kyushu.

"Yes, Chief." The police officer stood at attention and saluted, then turned around and left the chief's office with the documents.

Song Hui stood there, thinking for a long time. He really couldn't figure out who this Zhang Beixing was, who could make the Fenglan City police react like this in just two months. He was very curious about what kind of ability this person had.
If Zhang Beixing is really different from others, why is it that only the Fenglan City Police have filed an S-level file on him, instead of higher-level departments paying attention to him?

Thinking of this, his brows furrowed, and his expression became majestic and complicated.

At the entrance of the Fenglan City Police Department's service hall, Li Wenshan, Fu Yuheng, and Liang Shaoke, three police department leaders, stood in front of Zhang Beixing, looking at the young man with complicated eyes. Their eyes revealed helplessness and embarrassment.

"Xiao Zhang, your ability is indeed rare, but I hope you don't abuse it. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I hope you can use this responsibility in the right way." Li Wenshan said earnestly.

At this moment, he did not regard himself as the chief of the police station, but like an elder, looking at the young man in front of him with both satisfaction and fear.

The ability Zhang Beixing showed was too amazing. His flying needle skills alone made the police fear him, and now he has added sword skills, which can release extremely destructive sword energy with a wave of his hand. If Zhang Beixing goes astray, it will be a disaster for the police and the entire Kyushu.

Fu Yuheng and Liang Shaoke have the same concerns. They know that Zhang Beixing's ability is uncontrollable and makes the police feel wary. In their view, filing the case is not to restrict Zhang Beixing, but to remind him to pay attention to his own abilities and warn him not to go astray.

Zhang Beixing, who was standing in front of the three police officers, also understood this. He nodded solemnly and said seriously, "Director Li, Director Fu, and Captain Liang, please rest assured. I know my ability worries you, but whether I practice flying needles or swordsmanship, it is just out of interest. I don't want to use this ability to harm society or satisfy my own desires."

Li Wenshan nodded with satisfaction, smiled and patted Zhang Beixing on the shoulder, jokingly saying: "It's a good idea to have such an idea. But I also hope that we won't meet again. After all, a place like the police station is not a good place for you."

He naturally didn't want to see Zhang Beixing again, because he didn't know what would happen the next time they met. He didn't want to see this young man get into trouble or go the wrong way. Liang Shaoke walked up, glanced at Zhang Beixing, and said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll take you today. It's so late, it's not convenient to take a taxi."

"Thank you so much, Captain Liang. It was you who sent me there last time. Thank you so much." Zhang Beixing said gratefully.

Liang Shaoke waved his hand, put his arm around Zhang Beixing's shoulders, said hello to the two police station leaders, and took Zhang Beixing into the car.

In Guanhai Community, Zhang Beixing glanced at the time on his phone. It was already 9:30 p.m. He stood downstairs of his house, looked up at the lights on in the house, and quickly walked up the stairs back home.

"Brother, where have you been? Why are you back so late again?" Zhang Shumin was sitting on the sofa. When she saw her brother coming back, she immediately stood up, put her hands on her waist, pouted and said in dissatisfaction.

Zhang Beixing smiled and shook his head, and replied casually: "I just encountered some problems and went to the police station."

Zhang Shumin was about to speak when she suddenly found that her brother's black gown was stained with blood and that he smelled of blood. Her mind went blank and her face was filled with surprise and exclamation: "Brother, what happened to you? Why are you covered in blood? Are you injured? Let me see!"

After saying that, she quickly stepped forward, trying to hold back the smell of blood as she carefully examined her brother. Zhang Beixing quickly stepped back, stopped his sister, and waved his hand, saying, "I'm fine, this is not my blood. I wasn't injured either, I just ran into a group of criminals, and I solved the problem. Afterwards, I was called by the police station to assist in the investigation, and a case was filed. Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Really?" Zhang Shumin looked at his brother uncertainly, his eyes still full of worry. Ever since his brother was wanted last time and everyone in Fenglan City knew about it, and even had the possibility of him becoming a member of a killer organization, Zhang Shumin would be terrified whenever he heard about such things, and couldn't help but worry about his brother.

"Don't worry, I'm really fine. If I were injured, how could I be so calm? I would have been lying in the hospital a long time ago, and the me you saw would definitely not be intact." Zhang Beixing said frankly with a smile, with a bit of ease in his tone.

After hearing this, Uncle Fang finally put his worries aside and breathed a long sigh of relief. Then he walked into the kitchen and said as he walked:

"Hurry, change your clothes and take a shower. It's so late, you haven't eaten yet, right? I'll make you something and you can eat after you take a shower."

"Yeah, I'm a little hungry." Zhang Beixing touched his deflated stomach, turned around and walked into the bathroom.

……

The next day, in the room.

Zhang Beixing raised his mobile phone and directly opened the live broadcast application.

Yesterday, he encountered mercenaries and was asked by the military to assist in the investigation. Then he went to the police station to file a report. It was very late when he got home. It was almost 11 o'clock after dinner, so he didn't start the live broadcast. Today, he has to do the live broadcast anyway.

After all, the audience can't be kept waiting too long.

As soon as the live broadcast room was opened, in less than two minutes, tens of thousands of people flocked into it, and the number of people online watching the live broadcast quickly increased at a rate of nearly a thousand people per second.

Soon, the number of people in the live broadcast room reached 300,000.

[Yo, the Pigeon King is finally on air. It's rare that you still remember us, the audience. ]

[Resurrected! Is the missing anchor back on the air? 】

[Anchor, I really want to tie you up, lock you in a small dark room, and deliver meals to you on time every day. Your mission is to broadcast live, so that you will never miss a show.]

【Seconded! 】

【+10086. 】

[The plan has been decided, who will tie up the anchor? ]

【Anchor: The police have been called.】

[Host, if you don’t give us a satisfactory answer today, we will unfollow you immediately. This time it’s for real, and we will never lie.]

Looking at the barrage of comments floating through the live broadcast room, Zhang Beixing shook his head and smiled bitterly, his face full of helplessness.

As expected, this group of fake fans labeled him the "King of Pigeons" as soon as the show started.

But there was nothing he could do, he did disappoint his fans yesterday and did not do the live broadcast.

Zhang Beixing felt a pang of pain in his heart when he thought about losing tens of thousands of dollars in income.

That’s hundreds of thousands of dollars. An ordinary person may not earn that much in a year.

Fortunately, yesterday he broke through the second level by fighting against mercenaries and truly mastered the sword energy, which is more valuable than hundreds of thousands, or even millions or tens of millions.

He took a deep breath and said to the audience in the live broadcast room with an apologetic smile:
"I'm sorry everyone. I did encounter some problems yesterday, but I'm not in a position to reveal what they were. I can only say that I did a good thing and then went to the police station to file a report. I came back too late, so I didn't start the live broadcast."

He really couldn't say anything about killing the mercenaries, because in the military's view, it was a confidential matter and once it got out, it would easily cause panic among the public.

[Well, the host is doing something chivalrous behind our backs again. Host, are you trying to say that you went to fight the Aesirs and saved the Earth?]

[Nonsense, the host clearly went to the Three-Body Planet, cut off Zhizi with a sword, and destroyed the Three-Body Planet with a flying needle! ]

[This script is quite interesting. Would you consider going in the direction of science fiction? Your special effects skills can be put to good use.]

[Your vision is too narrow. If I were the anchor, I might as well perform flying on the spot, pinching planets with my hands, discussing Taoism with the mysterious and powerful, and then travel through the ancient times, create the world with a sword, and become the peerless power that controls the world! ]

[The plot is getting more and more outrageous. Seriously, you fake fans are getting more and more ridiculous. Didn’t you hear what the anchor said? He just went to the police station to file a report.]

[Host, would you like to tell me in detail what you filed? Last time you said you were called to file a report by the police because you were practicing flying needles. This time, was it because you were practicing swords that the police called you to file a report again?]

[Why are you talking so sarcastic? Don’t you believe that the host can destroy the Three-Body Planet with a flying needle? ]

[If that's the case, then I, M78 Nebula, will have to go into battle. ]

[I am Luo Ji. I advise you to be honest, otherwise I will press the button.] (End of this chapter)