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Qin Xiangdong had served in the military for fifteen years and had seen more ghosts than some people had eaten salt.
Just a week after his military service ended and he was transferred to work locally, he saw two unfamiliar police officers on his own turf.
This was quite normal.
Back when he was fighting on the front lines, he had encountered far stranger things countless times.
The profiles of all 125 officers and 32 temporary workers in the Nantong Sub-Bureau had been etched into his mind. For a Deputy Political Commissar of the Ink Green Qilin Army, this was some basic work that was too easy, even somewhat a waste of his talents.
If it weren't for a service injury that led to his retirement, a small place like the Nantong Sub-Bureau might not have been able to accommodate a "big Buddha" like him.
But as the saying goes, small temples are often plagued by demons, and shallow ponds have many toads.
