From a distance, the traffic police walked to the middle of the road, raising his hand with the detection device, signaling the driver to pull over.

Yan Han parked the car by the roadside, and the traffic police came over, extending the detection device.

Yan Han raised his hand to push the device aside, saying, "Buddy, I'm the Captain of the Security Squad at the Ningxian Branch, Yan Han."

The traffic police glanced at him and suddenly stepped aside.

A female officer holding a phone walked over.

Yan Han's expression froze.

Damn, he unexpectedly ran into a live stream for a DUI check.

"Cooperate a bit." The traffic police handed over the detection device again.

This time, Yan Han said nothing. He knew full well that speaking out of turn in this situation would lead to more serious consequences.

If he cooperated, even if caught for drunk driving, once the live stream was over, he might be able to make some calls to find connections to cover things up.

"Hoo~" He blew a breath into the device, which immediately started beeping and flashing.

Yan Han's face turned green.

He hadn't drunk much tonight, yet he still met the criteria for drunk driving.

"Sir, you're suspected of DUI, please step out of the car and cooperate."

Yan Han said nothing, pushed open the car door, and followed the traffic police to the side.

Meanwhile, in the live stream, some viewers recognized Yan Han.

"This person is Deputy Director Yan Han of the Ningxian Branch!"

"The Deputy Director leading with DUI, knowing the law and breaking it!"

"Checked it, he really is the Deputy Director!"

"Thorough investigation, complete investigation!"

The female officer, seeing the barrage of comments, quickly said, "Everyone, rest assured, we traffic police will not cover up because of the person's identity; as long as it's DUI, punishment will surely follow."

"Don't just talk, take action and punish!"

"Already recorded, if there's no punishment, we'll report it to the Disciplinary Committee tomorrow!"

The female officer hurriedly found the team captain and reported the situation.

The captain glanced at Yan Han, who was being penalized by the roadside, with a flicker in his eyes.

He walked over and said, "Director Yan..."

Hearing this title, Yan Han was startled and quickly said, "My name is Yan Han."

The captain smiled and said, "Director Yan, there's no need to hide; the netizens have already recognized you."

Yan Han's heart sank.

He cooperated like this to not be recognized and didn't want to blow things up.

But alas, he was recognized by the netizens!

Yan Han felt despair.

He was just an ordinary person, hardly ever showing his face online.

And yet in a live stream with only tens of thousands of viewers, just by chance, someone recognized him?

He felt, vaguely, that this was all too coincidental.

But thinking carefully, he couldn't find anything wrong.

The alcohol was drunk by himself, and the car was driven by himself.

It purely felt too coincidental.

"Director Yan, come with us to receive your penalty."

Yan Han nodded sullenly; there was little more he could do now.

Now, it was just a matter of seeing how big the impact of this would be.

If it ended up on the news, then he might lose his position as Captain of the Security Squad, possibly even be dismissed from public office.

"Take him back."

The captain instructed and then arranged for a traffic police officer to drive Yan Han's car back.

The traffic police officer got into the car, started it, and was just about to drive off when he suddenly saw a bag of white powdery substance in the glove compartment of the center console.

The officer's eyelid twitched. He immediately turned off the engine, pushed open the car door, and shouted loudly, "Captain!"

The captain came over, "What's the matter?"

The traffic police officer pointed to the vehicle, "There seems to be contraband in the car!"

The captain's face changed, "Are you sure?"

"Not sure, just looks like it."

"Where is it?"

"Right on the center console."

The captain opened the car door and indeed saw a bag of white powder on the center console.

He immediately closed the car door again and asked, "Is the law enforcement recorder on?"

"It's on."

"Good, from now on, watch this car, don't let anyone approach it."

The captain pressed the intercom, "Bring Yan Han over!"

Soon, Yan Han was brought over.

Seeing the traffic police captain's serious face, he felt inexplicably flustered.

"Director Yan..."

"I'm the Captain of the Security Squad now," Yan Han corrected.

"Captain Yan, what's hidden in your car?"

This question left Yan Han dumbfounded.

What was hidden in my car?

He was stunned for a couple of seconds before shaking his head, "Nothing's hidden."

The captain gazed at him seriously for a few seconds, then said, "We might be overthinking, but we can't be sure what the item in your car is, so we need to call the police now."

Yan Han was dumbstruck, "What item can't be determined? What are you talking about?"

The captain opened the car door, pointing at the center console, "That bag of white powder, what is it?"

Yan Han followed his finger and was struck as if by lightning, standing still, the redness from drinking fading into a ghostly pale.

He shouted agitatedly, "That's not something from my car! I don't know what that is!"

He wanted to rush over and grab the white powder, but the captain stopped him.

"Restrain him!"

Two traffic police officers quickly stepped forward, restraining him from both sides.

Yan Han was now somewhat out of control emotionally, "That's not mine!"

He glared at the traffic officers, "You planted it, it must be you! You're trying to frame me!"

He was a hundred percent sure there was nothing like that in his car!

He had felt something was off before, that it was all too coincidental.

Now he understood, this wasn't luck; someone set a trap for him!

Someone wanted to frame him!

Who?

Who the hell wants to frame me?

His mind raced, and soon a figure emerged in his mind — Song Guanchao!

It must be him!

It must be that bastard!

Because besides him, Yan Han hadn't offended anyone else.

Yan Han was furious. He had already been demoted and even went to apologize, yet Song Guanchao still wouldn't let him off!

The captain ignored his explanation and took out his phone to call the police.

They were just traffic police and did not have the experience to check such items.

Neither did ordinary police, but the station would contact officers who had such expertise.

They just needed to report the situation.

It didn't take long, about ten minutes or so, when a police car arrived.

Two veteran officers got out, showed their badges, and removed the white powder from the car.

They poured out a bit, observed it briefly, and one officer nodded, "Preliminary assessment suggests it's indeed contraband. But further testing is needed."

"We'll take this item with us now, and once the test results are out, I'll notify you."

The captain said, "Hold on a moment; the car hasn't been searched yet; there might be more contraband inside."

The officer said, "Then let's search it."

Yan Han, restrained nearby, listened to their conversation, feeling hopeless.

He watched the officers meticulously search every corner of his car, feeling both angry and apprehensive inside.

"There's more!"

Suddenly, an officer found another package in the glove box of the passenger seat, initially estimated to be at least twenty to thirty grams.

Yan Han slumped to the ground, devastated, with a face ashened.

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