Are You Crazy? You’re Telling Me This Is a Fugitive TV Show?

“The weather’s good. Ideal for a ‘kill.’”

Wang Yun narrowed his eyes, meticulously surveying the area around him.

His current appearance was of a man aged beyond his years, with hair that was brittle and dry. Deep wrinkles marred his face, his posture was hunched, and burn marks peppered the back of his hands. He genuinely looked like someone in his late seventies.

With a smile and his aged visage, Wang Yun sat off toward the Qingnan Residential Area.

It was a short distance away, just a ten-minute cab ride.

When he arrived, he noticed several elderly individuals exercising in the community’s open space.

Although the Qingnan complex was marked for demolition, and many residents had already relocated, a few still remain. The actual tearing down was still a ways off.

Given their early-bird habits, the elderly were out and about, partaking in morning exercises.

With unhurried, measured steps, Wang Yun approached one such individual.

Intentionally bumping into the elderly man, Wang Yun offers a quick apology.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. Go easy, old-timer,” the senior man said, noticing Wang Yun’s advanced appearance and promptly trying to comfort him.

“Heh, worry not, young man. I’m still in good shape,” Wang Yun replied with a wave, pressing onward.

Now, an old-fashioned cell phone for seniors was held within his grip.

With a subtle grin, Wang Yun murmurs, “Someone from the production crew, please buy that gentleman a new phone. And maybe throw in some cash as compensation.”

“666! Did he just say ‘young man’? Haha! Did Big Brother really disguise himself as an old man today? His voice does sound pretty aged.”

“What’s Big Brother trying to pull? It’s all so mysterious.”

“Who can tell? But something tells me Big Brother’s plotting something cheeky.”

By daybreak, Wang Yun’s livestream had already amassed an audience in the millions. Watching Wang Yun’s peculiar actions, many viewers wore faces filled with curiosity.

Left with little choice, the production team’s staff sighed as they trailed behind him, ensuring any unexpected issues were addressed.

Wang Yun steadily advanced deeper into the community, reaching a predetermined spot he had carefully organized the previous day.

He took a moment to glance at the remote control nestled in his pocket, a hint of a smirk forming on his lips. Taking out the senior-friendly phone he had recently got, he checked the time. Seeing it was just past eight, he made a call. ṚåΝǒ₿Ɛṧ

At the same instant, an alarm echoed through the command center room.

“It’s a tip-off call. Someone claims to have spotted Wang Yun.”

The sound of the ringing drew Zhang Xingchen’s attention immediately. Anticipation painted his features, and without hesitation, he picked up the receiver.

Seated across, Captain Hong Feng paused from his activity. He had been engrossed in his notebook, pondering over various item names and attempting to discern their significance. Now, he shifted his attention, focusing on the call.

“Hello, this is Operation Skynet,” Zhang Xingchen promptly responded.

“Hello. I’m a viewer of your show,” came a slightly aged voice, which belonged to Wang Yun. Though Zhang Xingchen was unaware, Wang Yun didn’t need to go through the verification process of the production team.

“About the reward you’ve announced, I’ve seen him. I saw that young man in the Qingnan Community. He seemed to be buying breakfast and then returned indoors,” the ages voice continued.

Taken aback, Zhang Xingchen asked quickly, “Sir, you’ve spotted him? Excellent. Could you provide the precise address? We’ll dispatch a unit right away. If we ascertain the information and apprehend Wang Yun, there’s a reward of 200,000 for you.”

“Understood. I’m here at Building 4 in Qingnan Community. I saw him go upstairs,” the slightly aged voice continued.

“Thank you. We’ll be on our way shortly,” Zhang Xingchen confirmed, nodding with renewed enthusiasm.

The moment the call concluded, Zhang Xingchen, his eyes aflame with determination, asked, “Does anyone know where Qingnan Community is?”

“Qingnan Community is situated in the west district. It’s an old neighborhood on the verge of demolition,” Captain Hong Feng noted, glancing at both the map and his compiled information.

“Captain Hong Feng, are you saying that you correctly deduced Wang Yun would hide in a soon-to-be-demolished area?” A mixture of disbelief and astonishment flashed across Shen Hao’s face.

“I didn’t predict it,” Hong Feng responded with a shake of his head. “It’s surprising that Wang Yun would go so far.”

“Although it isn’t one of the three areas you pinpointed yesterday, you were essentially on the mark. Truly remarkable,” Zhang Xingchen commented, his admiration evident.

Pondering the next move, he asked, “Should we dispatch four individuals… no, perhaps six? Or maybe even twenty of our program officers?”

“Six will suffice,” Hong Feng advised. “In a real-world scenario, for an alert of this nature, a local police precinct would typically dispatch six officers during the morning. Granted, if we waited longer, we could muster more hands on deck. However, to minimize the risk of Wang Yun escaping, we can’t afford any delay. Therefore, deploying six of our program officers, equipped with ‘guns’, aligns with a practical approach. And truthfully, six are ample for the task.”

Being a seasoned consultant for the metropolitan police department, Hong Feng’s insights were rooted in practicality and hands-on experience.

Zhang Xingchen gave a decisive nod in agreement. Pressing his communicator, he affirmed, “Send six armed program officers immediately.”

With firearms in play, skills in parkour or skateboarding become irrelevant. A single ‘shot’ can incapacitate instantly.

Indeed, six would be more than enough.

Zhang Xingchen then turned to Captain Hong Feng and asked, “What do you think our chances are this time?”

“Perhaps fifty percent. Capturing Wang Yun might not be straightforward. I’m still puzzled about what he purchased yesterday and what his intentions are,” Hong Feng mused.

“A fifty percent chance is quite considerable,” Zhang Xingchen remarked with a smile.

***

“Wait, what’s going on? Did Wang Yun just report himself?”

“He’s certainly up to something. What could he possibly be plotting?”

“I’m clueless. But it feels like he’s setting a trap, and now Captain Hong Feng and Zhang Xingchen are walking right into it.”

As this was unfolding, the viewers in Wang Yun’s livestream expressed astonishment upon seeing him reporting himself. Their faces mirrored shock and confusion.

At that moment, Wang Yun sat on a stone bench within the Qingnan Community, attentively watching the entrance and waiting patiently. An enigmatic, almost mischievous smile played on his lips.

Eighteen minutes later, Wang Yun’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it and answered promptly.

“Sir, we’ve arrived. Where should we find you?” A program officer’s voice asked.

“I’m on the main road inside the community. Just continue walking ahead,” Wang Yun replied nonchalantly before ending the call.

Shifting his gaze back to the entrance, he spotted six figures making their way toward him.

“Just six of them, huh?”

A smirk appeared on Wang Yun’s face as he slowly got to his feet.

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