Accidental Hero: The Rookie Who Outshines the Force - Chapter 62

Watching Lu Cheng handle the pistol with borderline “seven-ring” precision, Su Qingwu couldn’t help but feel sorry for Qin Mian’s bullets.

Lu Cheng pursed his lips. “Officer Su, how many rings did you hit?”

He wasn’t entirely convinced yet, so he glanced at her target. The bullet holes were clustered neatly around the center.

Damn… she’s deadly accurate!

Lu Cheng was genuinely shocked. This—this was a sharpshooter!

Seeing his expression, Su Qingwu didn’t even flinch.

Being complimented by a rookie didn’t give her any sense of accomplishment.

She shot him a glance. “With your aim, criminals could run right under your gun and escape.”

“You’ve got work to do.”

Lu Cheng sighed inwardly. Real sharpshooters feed their bullets one by one. How many times had he even held a gun? He needed practice—and he wasn’t going to waste Qin’s goodwill.

He continued shooting seriously, but no matter what, he couldn’t shake the label of rookie.

Finally, Su Qingwu couldn’t stand it any longer and stepped in to guide him.

“Spread your legs wider, shoulder-width apart. Raise your left arm a bit higher…”

She stood close to him, adjusting his stance, silently judging his grip.

“Where did you learn this?” she asked.

“Police academy,” Lu Cheng replied without hesitation. In truth, the academy taught him barely anything useful anymore; the Wever-style technique he was using came straight from online tutorials.

Don’t insult the police academy, though.

Su Qingwu corrected his posture and said coolly, “Remember: move with the gun, not against it.”

A faint, pleasant scent reached Lu Cheng’s nose.

She usually wore no makeup, so this wasn’t perfume—it smelled like a mix of shampoo and body wash.

With her so close, her smooth skin brushed against him occasionally.

Lu Cheng, who had never had a girlfriend, found his focus wavering. Blood rushing, mind racing—it was uncontrollable.

“What are you thinking? Shoot already.”

“I’m aiming,” he mumbled, face flushing red. He refocused, aimed, and fired.

With Su Qingwu adjusting his stance, his accuracy improved noticeably.

Still, in her eyes, he remained a rookie.

Eighty rounds fired, only two bullseyes. Su Qingwu didn’t even bother commenting further.

Lu Cheng was stunned. I have such terrible shooting talent? He wondered if Qin Mian’s thousand rounds would even be enough.

On the ride home, Su Qingwu seemed inexplicably in a better mood.

“Mind if I play a song?” Lu Cheng asked.

“Sure,” she replied, her gaze fixed ahead.

Lu Cheng connected his phone to the car’s Bluetooth and played music.

“Ni suo ni gen e, zai si mo jie guo~!”

“Even if it sounds awful, endure it first~!”

“Don’t be sad, I wish you joy~!”

“What you see now, nothing has color~!”

“wu… wu… wu… wu…”

The song started with agitated rock, and Su Qingwu’s brows knit slightly.

Rock was fine—but why was it sung in a thick Qinchuan accent?

Lu Cheng swayed lightly, immersed in the music.

“Good, right?” he asked. He’d been enjoying this song recently.

The desert of the northwest may not grow roses, but this song conveyed his fiercest feelings.

Su Qingwu, indifferent to most music, could only think: not unpleasant, but not enjoyable either.

When they arrived at Jingwang Community, Lu Cheng got out and waved goodbye.

“Darling… oh no, Officer Su. Bye. Drive safely and text me when you get home.”

Su Qingwu glanced at him, nodded slightly, and pressed the accelerator.

Bluetooth disconnected, music stopped.

At a red light, Su Qingwu impulsively searched for the song Lu Cheng had played and connected her phone to Bluetooth.

Back home, after putting down her phone, she picked it up again and sent Lu Cheng a message before heading to wash up.

…

On the fourth day of the anti-pickpocket operation, Lu Cheng was once again assigned by Chen Weimin to Shuangqiao Precinct.

He was alone; the other young officers stayed behind to handle routine work.

Lin Wenbin and Yuan Jie were instantly green with envy.

“Team Leader Luo, trainee Lu Cheng reporting from Sanli Bridge Precinct.”

New day, new energy—Lu Cheng was ready.

His system skills had also improved, making catching thieves even easier.

The [Flycatcher] skill’s detection range had increased to 50 meters, with a tracking radius of 500 meters. A huge boost.

“Yo! The ultimate catcher has arrived!”

Luo Yong, organizing the teams, noticed all eyes on Lu Cheng.

This guy was a natural talent. He left the anti-pickpocket operation to solve a homicide—and solved it as a trainee. The CID team’s face was utterly destroyed. Ridiculous.

“Which team am I with?” Lu Cheng asked.

Luo Yong rubbed his chin. The squads were already formed—where to slot the “ultimate catcher”?

“You’ve got privileges. Go solo. Do your thing. No problem?” Luo Yong waved.

Everyone else glared, wishing they could team with him.

“No problem,” Lu Cheng replied. Solo was perfect—he could freely flex.

“Alright then. Ultimate catcher, show us what you’ve got.”

Luo Yong silently hoped this “special talent” would lift morale.

Most squads had barely started, catching only a handful of petty thieves—too small for proper sentencing, released after a few days.

Luo Yong placed all hope in Lu Cheng.

Teams dispersed; plainclothes officers set out.

Lu Cheng didn’t need a designated area. He borrowed an e-bike from Luo Yong, planning to sweep street by street.

With thieves nearby, his skills would trigger automatically—a huge convenience.

Just as he was about to ride, [Flycatcher] triggered.

A fly landed on a masked man passing the precinct. The fly glowed blue.

Judging by the color, this man wasn’t an ordinary petty thief. He carried weight.

Lu Cheng followed swiftly. The man looked familiar—his facial features matched a wanted criminal listed on the Ministry of Public Security website.

Without hesitation, Lu Cheng launched forward. A series of small wrestling moves, and the man’s hands were flipped and cuffed tightly.

The man barely had time to react.

Most squads hadn’t even left the precinct.

“Caught a wanted criminal!” Lu Cheng shouted.

“?????”

Luo Yong and the others rushed out to see Lu Cheng had just handcuffed a masked passerby.

A wanted criminal?

Was this real?

Damn! We haven’t even started, and he’s already caught one?!

Starting from zero frames?!