In the 1960S, the Criminal System Made Me the Living Yama of the Capital

In 1960, something strange happened in a courtyard house.

Jiang Chen, a new young public security officer, nearly drove the courtyard’s “Number One Uncle,” Yi Zhonghai, to his grave on his very first day at work.

Yi Zhonghai: “Xiao Jiang, you should be decent and consider the bigger picture…”

Jiang Chen: “Uncle, did you go to the back courtyard at half past eleven last night?”

Yi Zhonghai’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

Sha Zhu wasn’t having it. “You’re just some young public security officer. What gives you the right…”

Jiang Chen smiled faintly. “The fact that I know where you’ve hidden your private stash.”

Sha Zhu: “How could you possibly…”

Jiang Chen: “The third brick from the left. Dig down twenty centimeters.”

Xu Damao sneered. “Why are you acting so high and mighty…”

Jiang Chen: “Xu Damao, are you sure you want to talk here?”

“Your wife should be with Old Wang next door right now…”

Xu Damao’s face changed dramatically, and he turned and ran.

Three days later, the theft at the steel mill was solved.

Seven days later, a string of scams in the alley was exposed.

Half a month later, the truth behind the antique-smuggling case that had shocked all of Beijing came to light.

Everyone wondered: Why did this 22-year-old public security officer know criminals better than the criminals themselves?

Until one late night, Jiang Chen gave his reflection a knowing smile:

“If you want to catch a thief, you have to learn to be one first.”

“I just didn’t expect the skills the System gave me to be so… professional.”

This time, I’ll fight fire with fire.

In this life, watch me rule the 1960s!