Lu Chuan transmigrated, and his transmigration location was surprisingly the wedding of his best friend's ex-girlfriend.

Facing the old husband and young wife who were marrying because of a child, Lu Chuan originally planned to suggest his buddy give a ten-thousand-yuan red envelope, so the old man would be a little better to the child.

Unexpectedly, an incident occurred, and the wedding venue turned into a crime scene.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the groom was taken down to the ground by Lu Chuan and others.

"What are you doing!"

"Is being a police officer so great? Can police officers just beat people up?"

"Let go of me, I'm a legitimate businessman, I'm going to sue you! I'm going to file a complaint!"

Lu Chuan snorted coldly, pulled out the handcuffs he carried with him, and twisted the groom's arm: "Old Cabbage, stop pretending. The crime from twenty-eight years ago has come back to bite you!"

...

Years later, when Lu Chuan looked back on his brilliant life, it seemed only one sentence could describe it:

That year, with my hands in my pockets, I didn't know what an opponent was!

Su Ming traveled to a parallel world and became a graduate of the police academy.

Standing two meters and two inches tall and weighing four hundred kilograms, he exuded a sinister

aura, a monstrous banditry. He was a true-to-life gangster, a ferocious beast in human form!

Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Gangster System!

Su Ming was stunned!

Other police officers used the Detective System, but how could he possibly use a Gangster System? [Friend's Eye] [Lord of Chaos] [God of Gamblers] [Gun Devil]...

Ding ding ding!

Various gangster skills were accidentally activated one after another, and the system vowed to train Su Ming into a gangster.

However, Su Ming unexpectedly found a new way to use these gangster skills in catching criminals.

As a result, all kinds of major cases and murders were solved...

I thought the National Defense University selection exam was just a shortcut to graduate early and secure a government post.

Eight years later, I became the second-in-command of the largest criminal organization in the Northwest.

On the night the chairman was assassinated, four candidate names appeared on the conference room projector.

My photo was among them.

At 3 a.m., I dialed an emergency contact number I hadn’t touched in eight years: “Mission codename: ‘Abyss.’ Request immediate wrap-up.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line: “Reason?”

I growled into the receiver, “If you don’t wrap this up now, I’ll have to be their boss next month.”