Ning Shan reached out to untie the ropes binding the man, but he suddenly raised a gun and pointed it at her.
"Don't move!"
This man was clearly not the informant.
He had tied himself up on purpose, just to lure Ning Shan in.
He had originally planned to escape, but hadn't finished packing the counterfeit bills before realizing someone had found the place.
So he came up with a plan to take a hostage and escape in the chaos.
Since Ning Shan was the closest—and a woman—she was the perfect target.
But he underestimated Ning Shan.
This Police Detective had no intention of becoming a hostage.
To her, that would be a deep humiliation.
So—
She lunged forward boldly.
The man went berserk as well. If I die, you're coming with me.
His finger moved toward the trigger, fully intending to kill her.
This man was truly a desperado.
Fang Ping heard something was off and quickly followed them in.
He had been careless—he didn't expect the man to have a gun, let alone that he'd really use it.
By the time Fang Ping entered and saw the man about to shoot Ning Shan, it was already too late to rush in.
Ding!
"Host has triggered a Lucky Card-level mission: Save Police Detective Ning Shan."
"Complete the mission to receive the Luck Card skill."
"Host's Luck Card can grant anyone good fortune for 24 hours. Would you like to activate it?"
Right then, the system's voice rang out in his mind.
"Activate it!"
"Grant luck to Ning Shan!"
Fang Ping didn't have time to think—he responded immediately.
Click!
The man pulled the trigger—
But the bullet was a dud!
A lucky turn of events!
As the man realized what had happened and tried to chamber a new round—
Ning Shan didn't give him the chance.
She grabbed his gun and—three punches, two kicks—flattened him on the ground.
It was no surprise—she was a Police Detective. Her combat skills were more than enough.
At that moment, her male partner rushed in.
Earlier, while Ning Shan was rescuing the supposed informant, he had been guarding the perimeter, not realizing she was in danger.
"Ning Shan! Are you okay?!"
He asked anxiously.
"I'm fine. Luckily, the first bullet was a dud."
Ning Shan was breaking out in a cold sweat.
That was way too close.
If the gun had fired properly… she might not have made it.
"Wasn't he the informant?"
"Why would he try to shoot?"
Her partner knelt down, cuffing the man behind his back as he asked.
"He's not the informant."
Ning Shan shook her head with certainty.
She glanced at Fang Ping, slightly puzzled.
Could Lord have gotten it wrong?
Neither of them had seen the actual informant—
Otherwise, this mistake wouldn't have happened.
Fang Ping didn't say anything—he couldn't.
But he picked up the informant's scent and walked behind a counterfeit printing machine.
There, a man was tightly bound, knocked unconscious, lying on the ground.
That was the real informant.
Fang Ping turned back and flicked his tail, motioning for Ning Shan to come over.
She followed—and saw the man.
Her cheeks flushed slightly.
So it wasn't Lord's mistake after all.
Lord had only indicated the informant was in the room—he never said which one.
She had misunderstood the situation and nearly made a deadly error.
The two quickly notified the Detectives stationed outside.
The Captain also received the report.
Everyone gathered in the basement.
When the Captain heard what had happened—
"We're Detectives. This kind of impulsiveness could cost lives."
He couldn't help but scold Ning Shan.
"Captain, it was my fault."
Ning Shan accepted the criticism without excuse.
"Write a formal self-reflection report and hand it in to me."
The Captain's tone was stern.
Credit is credit. Mistakes are mistakes. They must not be mixed.
This was his way of reminding Ning Shan to stay vigilant.
After all, a life only comes once—lose it, and it's gone forever.
Fang Ping suddenly walked over and raised his front paw, tugging gently at the Captain's pant leg.
He felt responsible for this too, and wanted to apologize.
If it weren't for him, Ning Shan wouldn't have had to take such a risk.
The Captain looked down at the cat's gesture—and couldn't help but smile.
"What's this?"
"You pleading for her now?"
"Alright, I won't scold her anymore."
He squatted down, smiling as he spoke to Fang Ping.
What happened today truly changed his perspective on cats.
He didn't know about other cats, but this one—this cat—was different.
To be precise, this cat had completely blown him away!
He never imagined that just by sniffing the informant's clothes, the cat could find this place—and the informant.
Without this cat, they never would've found this location.
The suspect might have escaped. The informant might have been killed.
And the Captain himself?
He would have been held responsible for a failed operation.
If the informant had died, he'd have to answer for it.
But now everything had ended perfectly.
The case was solved.
All thanks to this cat.
It was as if, somehow, this cat had brought them all a bit of good fortune.
What a pity—
There was no way to reward the cat!
Fang Ping didn't want a reward anyway.
He'd just led the way—it wasn't even that much effort.
If anyone deserved a reward, it was the Detectives.
They had risked their lives to bring peace and safety to the city.
They deserved every bit of praise.
Fang Ping knew these Detectives, despite their dangerous work, didn't enjoy high pay.
To be able to help them—especially to help Ning Shan—felt truly meaningful.
But the Detectives didn't know his thoughts.
Still, as they looked at Fang Ping now—
they all, without exception, felt a fondness for him.
This enlightened cat had won everyone's heart.
Soon, everyone got busy.
After all, the counterfeit bills and machines still needed to be counted and logged.
By the time they were done—dawn was breaking.
Ning Shan was still working.
But when she thought again about Lord—
that lucky cat who had brought them all good fortune—
He had already vanished without a trace!
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