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Chapter 173: Layers of Barriers
At three in the morning, the last flight arrived at the port.
Zheng Kegong and his team drove straight from the Aviation Unit to meet two individuals who had just disembarked from the gangway. With sirens blaring, they rushed to the Special Training Division under the Provincial Department, as the case situation had taken a dramatic turn. Officials from both the Economic Investigation and Public Security departments had flown in overnight to Binhai.
"Thank you for your hard work. We didn't expect the r7 outbreak to have originated from your end," said Inspector A, a man in his fifties.
Another inspector sighed, "The waves of the Yangtze River push forward the waves behind. I heard your project team leader is only in his thirties?"
"Yes, thirty-four years old. He is the director of our Special Training Division and has been coordinating various police forces to investigate foreign-related cases in Binhai," Zheng Kegong replied. The two superiors did not disclose their names; he had received information directly from confidential sources.
"Don't be surprised; we are also keeping things under wraps for confidentiality. To be honest, our progress is still lagging behind yours," Inspector A chuckled.
"Does that mean... the higher-ups are also paying attention to this case?" Zheng Kegong asked curiously.
"The r7 situation isn't worth such effort on our part, but the U.S. Bills are a different story. According to a request for cooperation sent by Interpol, we have long suspected that the smuggling gang selling U.S. Bills originates from within our borders. We have consistently denied this... You know the potential international implications of such matters. The directive from our department is very clear: swiftly, cleanly, and thoroughly eliminate them," Inspector B stated, his words veiled yet resolute.
No one dared to underestimate such matters. Zheng Kegong swallowed hard, feeling dry in his throat. A major case that drew attention from higher authorities was a double-edged sword; if handled well, it could lead to great success, but if mishandled, it could ruin reputations entirely.
"Where is Lin Qizhao right now?" Inspector A seemed impatient.
"At the Special Training Division, coordinating and directing the tracking efforts. According to his report last night, there are two printing machines that might... just might," Zheng Kegong said cautiously regarding the case situation; he dared not be careless.
"And what was the outcome?" Inspector B asked with curiosity.
"The experts from the bank have denied it," Zheng Kegong said.
Inspector B scoffed, "Trusting experts? They are only sensitive to money; when it comes to making money, they are amateurs. In the hands of someone who truly understands all aspects of printing, the difficulty is not as great as imagined."
"Lin Qizhao has done quite well in this regard; he dares to act and to think... the younger generation is formidable," Inspector A remarked.
"It's not just about daring to think," Zheng Kegong replied.
"What do you mean?" Inspector B sensed there was more to Zheng Kegong's words.
"Well, we have an informant who has seen a printing press in Anyang. The suspect has now taken it to a new hideout, and we are currently tracking it," Zheng Kegong explained.
The two visitors paused for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter. Inspector A said, "It seems this case will fall into your hands in Binhai."
"I think that's feasible. Let's combine the special task force and assign it to their Special Training Division," another suggested.
They rushed to the Special Training Division, where Lin Qizhao was already waiting. He saluted them and hurried back to the office, respectfully placing himself in front of an ongoing interrogation. Wang Shou was providing information that was clarifying the entire case situation.
"...According to Wang Shou, he once worked at the same paper mill as Sun Yong and Li Yingzong. At that time, the oldest among them, Li Yingzong, was a technical backbone of the factory. Wang Shou, being lazy, left after just a few days for other pursuits. Years later, Wang Shou had become a notorious Trafficker King. While managing at Tianmu Mountain, he unexpectedly ran into Sun Yong, who was traveling. He noticed Sun Yong driving a luxury car worth millions and accompanied by a young girlfriend, which made him envious. After recognizing each other, Sun Yong saw that his former coworker was still a Temporary Worker and pointed him toward a path to wealth by introducing him to Ge Feifei. However, Ge Feifei had very poor character; during their first deal, he was swindled by Wang Shou..."
Lin Qizhao introduced the situation with admiration for his mentor's patience in untangling these stories clearly.
Despite Wang Shou's bad reputation, he possessed high intelligence. He quickly sensed opportunities with those counterfeits and soon understood that if Sun Yong wanted to get rich, he would definitely look for someone among his former coworkers—most likely the technical backbone at that time, Li Yingzong.
"This is a core figure; whether it's offset or intaglio printing, a template for making money is essential. Moreover, achieving such realistic color matching requires decades of immersion," Inspector A stated.
Curiously, Inspector B asked, "So this con artist wants to change careers? Is he looking for Li Yingzong for an electric plate?"
"No, he is more ruthless. He even wants electrotype and printing equipment." Lin Qizhao said. "This is impossible." Inspector A said strangely. "Yes, so he tried to kidnap Li Yingzong's only daughter Li Qian and got her infected with drugs. Every now and then, he would send a few pictures of Li Qian in pain to threaten Li Yingzong. In order to achieve this A couple, he even used Counterfeit Money to defraud a drug dealer once and got back four kilograms of Drugs just to support Li Qian," Lin Qizhao said. "Then, Li Yingzong agreed? It is impossible for such a person to handle the Printing Press machine. Those who know the technology are hiding behind the scenes." Inspector B said. “After tormenting Li Qian for almost a year, Li Yingzong finally came up with a solution for him. He asked him to prepare 800,000 yuan, Sun Yong’s machinery was given to him, and then the electric version was provided to him free of charge by Li Yingzong ... In order to get the money, Wang Shou planned another fake postal savings fraud in Luzhou, but before the transaction, he was chased by the Luzhou police," Lin Qizhao said. It's a pity that in fact, the police notifying Li Qian's family members is tantamount to having already triggered the police. Sun Yong knows and Li Yingzong must also know about the printing equipment seen by Wang Shou and in Bridge Village before. , naturally it will be transferred in due course. "Oh, there is internal strife between them...Does Wang Shou know about their Gravure Printing Press?" Inspector A asked. "Yes, just because there was a new phone, the old one was redeemed to him... This coincides with the time of the fake US Bills joint investigation notification issued by the ministry. Today in February, it is also the time when they reached the initial intention "Lin Qizhao said. Inspector B continued: "In other words, Sun Yong has switched careers to the US Bills. In his opinion, this set of r7 is still backward?" "Yes" Lin Qizhao said. The two superiors came and gasped. The crime escalated far faster than the detection progress. If Wang Shou and this Trafficker King were not arrested and allowed to develop for a few more months, I really don’t know what chaos would have happened. look. After digesting the surprise for a moment, Inspector A asked: "How far has your peripheral investigation progressed? Money making is not just one step, it involves many aspects." Lin Qizhao Without further ado, he turned on the computer and put two The screen is playing the unfinished Case Situation report on the evidence tracked by Bridge Town and Anyang City, Binhai goes to several cities in Anhui Province, and goes to several cities in Henan Province, with a timeline After looking at the suspect's presence and appearance, comparing the judgment of Case Situation and the "Hazardous Materials Vehicle" investigation record provided by the informant for more than ten minutes, the two superiors breathed a sigh of relief. , with a look of disappointment on his face. "I'm sorry, our work was not done well enough. We almost lost the trace of the informant last night." Lin Qizhao said, and Zheng Kegong also added: "With our city's Police Force, we can solve this case It is still quite difficult, and this would not be possible without the support of our brother units.”
"No, no, it's already very good, truly remarkable... Tomorrow morning, the personnel from the investigation team will arrive in Binhai. I was initially worried that you wouldn't mesh well with them, but it seems I was overthinking it," Inspector A exclaimed.
Hearing this made Lin Qizhao's heart skip a beat. The direct involvement of a higher-level department at this moment could create friction among the officers who had been tirelessly fighting here for weeks.
"Don't misunderstand... The newcomers might hold higher ranks than you, but they will all have to follow your lead because... you are the one closest to the Superb Dollar. We only have a vague lead on that Gravure Printing Press, while you are about to see it," Inspector B said, giving Lin Qizhao a thumbs up.
A sense of achievement and responsibility surged within Lin Qizhao, momentarily making him forget to salute in gratitude. Just as Zheng Kegong was about to remind him, Lin Qizhao suddenly interjected, "However, there is still one issue?"
"Funding, Police Force, and weapons are not problems," Inspector A replied with a smile.
"That's not the issue; it's the informant's disappearance. Our follow-up team didn't catch up in time. Without this landmark, we cannot pinpoint the exact location of the Printing Press," Lin Qizhao stated.
This was the most challenging problem. No matter how many Police Force members you had, they would be just insignificant drops in the ocean of the populace without an accurate target; everything would be mere talk.
The two superiors pondered for a moment. Inspector A said, "Given your current conditions, you can set up a net. Spare no effort to establish contact with the informant."
Inspector B added, "Prepare for the worst-case scenario. If communication is lost, narrow down the search area to the smallest possible range. We would rather our people suffer more than allow this Counterfeit Money to continue poisoning society."
Lin Qizhao and Zheng Kegong exchanged glances and then stood tall, saluting the two superiors with a resounding response:
"Understood."
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At four o'clock in the morning, they saw a light flicker on through the surveillance monitor and caught sight of a solitary figure. As dawn approached, that figure appeared in a small courtyard shrouded by green leaves, leisurely practicing Tai Chi.
Click, his image was frozen, and the police officer under surveillance used an electronic pen to mark: Li Yingzong, male, 63 years old, from Sanshui Town Li Village. Guo Wei and Fan Saili appeared in the surveillance four people A Group, the local Police Force dispatched a total of forty More than forty people, various social relationship lines spread out from Li Yingzong They're all being checked. "I didn't expect such a big change overnight?" Guo Wei laughed. Fan Saili looked at the surveillance camera and replied: "There are still missing clues. We even suspected that the secret was leaked. Unexpectedly, the problem was solved by Li Qian. As soon as we informed the family, it was basically a leak." Inform the family that Bridge Town's Counterfeit Money point has naturally transferred. Catching Wang Shou and this scourge is equivalent to removing a serious problem for Li Yingzong, of course, assuming that he is involved in the case. This has been proven. In Wang Shou and the explanation, this eighth-level worker has been printing since the era of type. In a certain technology competition, the difference between the type that he carved by hand and the type by machine was only a few threads. , one tenth of a hair, Guo Wei thought: "Why didn't this guy run away? He had plenty of opportunities." "Is it so easy to catch him? In a case like his, Wang Shou will definitely be judged If you don't dare to confess, it will be a fool's errand. Even if you confess, do you think you can find evidence?" Fan Saili asked. Yes, evidence. You need a weapon to kill someone. The mention of this word makes the police sad. Even if you see the suspect standing in front of you, you are still helpless, just like this man who is over sixty years old. , even if he participated in plate making, what evidence would you use to accuse him. "It seems that either there is no one left, or there is no one left." Guo Wei said. The two local police officers stepped in, but it was a big blow. This area was already a flooded area of Counterfeit Money. In the past few years, there had been Counterfeit Money smuggled back from abroad. Not many years later, the local area was flooded with Counterfeit Money. I learned it and have been hit more than once. These people have been making progress, from Hundred Dollar Bills to twenty yuan and ten yuan small bills, and now there are also those who specialize in coins. As a result, no shop on the street is willing to accept coins. I originally thought this was the ultimate, who would have thought that I could upgrade, but now it's even better, it has been transferred back to the mainland. Fan Saili smiled, she thought to herself, she didn’t dare to say yet that she would switch from export to domestic sales. It was relatively calm here. The suspect was moving leisurely. After the activity, he walked down the street to have morning tea. According to local customs, from the surveillance, this person had no awareness of counter-investigation. He was not even aware that the police had targeted him. This made Fan Saili and Guo Wei sigh again. An ordinary, ignored person actually became the first suspect in a major case.
How should I put this?
Capturing someone like this is a bit disappointing. What’s even more disheartening is that we can’t even be sure if we can catch them. All breakthroughs hinge on the seizure of that Printing Press, and everyone involved in the case is on edge because, so far, we still don’t know where that mysterious hideout is located...
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At seven o'clock in the morning, the sky was already bright, yet Aeming and his team were still navigating through the difficult and dim surroundings.
It wasn’t darkness; it was the murky haze of pollution, with visibility under twenty meters. As they passed through the city, one had to squint to see whether the light was red or green. The only thing visible was the rear of the car in front. Aeming rolled down the window and took a breath; a sharp, acrid smell rushed in, causing several smokers in the car to cough.
“Thunder Zero, Thunder Zero, respond.”
“This is Thunder Zero, go ahead.”
“There’s police surveillance three hundred meters ahead. The suspect vehicle passed here at two o'clock this morning and turned right onto the main road.”
“Received. We are in pursuit.”
The support from the backend was slow; they were moving intermittently and had already lost several hours. As they turned onto a new road, Aeming grumbled, “Damn it, changing call signs in the middle of the night—what a joke! Who would believe it?”
The few who had just woken up laughed. Someone checked their phone for location and said, “Instructor, it’s going to get tricky from here. We’re in Wucheng County; this road should lead to Houji Town. This town has six townships and thirty-four villages, and it’s ten kilometers from the Expressway, which connects directly to Jiguan Expressway—about a forty-minute drive.”
“The traffic can’t be wrong; being too remote isn’t favorable for transport,” Aeming replied.
“Instructor, look…” someone pointed out the window, and all the officers gasped in unison as they saw several large tanks lined up waiting to refuel at a gas station. It seemed that this type of vehicle was the least conspicuous around here. The one who spoke added, “I initially thought these guys were a bit foolish; now I realize I was the foolish one. There’s no better cover than this, especially in a place like this.”
"How's the pollution?" Aeming asked.
A police officer checked his phone, surprised as he said, "The p-value has exceeded 800; it's severe pollution."
"Do we even need to check? Just smell this air; it’s like sticking your face in an exhaust pipe... What kind of industry is this?" one person complained.
Aeming, however, seemed relieved as he replied, "Then it must be hidden somewhere beneath this haze, and it's accessible by road. We should avoid residential areas for our search—small factories, small stations, small furnaces; they won't escape these places."
"Officer, I think you're being too optimistic," the driver remarked in disbelief.
Then the vehicle fell silent. The road stretched ahead, with factories lining both sides—large and small, tall and short chimneys belching smoke. The road was covered in a thick layer of dust, and all the walls had changed color. Occasionally, a plant could be seen struggling through the haze, coated in grime, barely revealing a hint of green.
If something was hidden among them, if freedom was restricted, how would they begin?
The endless stretch of factories and courtyards, along with shadowy figures barely visible in the smog, left Aeming and the pursuing detectives dumbfounded. The heavy haze became an insurmountable barrier for the Thunder Vanguard...
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