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Chapter 185 Catching Mice! (Second Update!)

Hearing his older brother's words, Liu Xiaowei was stunned for a moment, then casually waved his hand:

"Brother, don't scare yourself."

"We've been in this business for so many years, how could we ever make a mistake?"

"And even if the police want to investigate, they have to do it online."

"It will take at least 10 days, don't worry."

After comforting Liu Dawei, Liu Xiaowei turned around and continued playing games with the people around him.

Hearing the gunshots coming from the computer speakers, Liu Dawei couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief; his brother was right.

Even if the police want to investigate, it will take time, at least 10 days.

Even if you're going to leave, you need to plan it out carefully. Maybe you can go back to your previous boss and squeeze some more money out of him.

Having made up his mind, Liu Dawei turned around and went back to his room, pulled the blanket over his head, and went to sleep.

As darkness fell, several cars slowly arrived at the gate of the Sunshine Garden residential complex.

Upon seeing these suddenly appearing cars, the security guard in the gatehouse took off his hat, solemnly put it back on, tidied his appearance in front of the glass, turned around, grabbed his baton, and walked over.
"Where did this poor wretch come from? Can't you see this is the entrance to the residential area?"

"Get out of here right now, or I'll smash your car."

As soon as he finished speaking, the car window slowly rolled down, and several police IDs were handed out through the window.

Upon seeing the identification, the security guard immediately backed down.

Just as he was about to back away, a hand suddenly reached out from the car window and pulled him against it. Then, Lu Xian's face appeared out of the window.
Where is apartment 503 in unit 2 of building 8?

"Over there!" The security guard pointed to the west. Lu Xian looked over and could vaguely see an 8 next to Building 7.

He pointed to Building 8 and said to the security guard, "Lead the way!"

He then pressed the walkie-talkie hanging on his left chest: "Attention all units, have this security guard lead the way and knock on the doors."

"You follow behind and make sure to block off both the upper and lower floors."

"action."

The doors of the cars behind opened, and several burly men got out. The men sandwiched the security guard between them and walked toward Building 8 with smiles on their faces.

When they saw people on the street, the security guards very considerately helped the burly men get away with it.

A few minutes later, outside apartment 503, Unit 2, Building 8.

The police officers from Suzhou were about to take their positions when the leader pointed to the gate, signaling the security guards to go and knock on the door.

The security guard stepped forward and gently knocked on the door, and a response immediately came from inside.

"Who?"

A qualified security guard must first learn how to fight homeowners.

The security guard who led the way was the same; he was certainly a qualified security guard.

He didn't respond, but instead raised his foot and kicked the iron gate twice more.
"Someone downstairs said you're littering upstairs, so I came to check."

"If you don't open it, we'll smash the door down!"

As soon as the shout was finished, cursing and swearing came from inside the room, accompanied by light footsteps, and the door was opened from the inside.

Liu Xiaowei poked his head out, just about to yell at the security guard, when two burly men grabbed the guard and dragged him back. Then they charged forward and smashed the gate open.

Liu Xiaowei, who opened the door, was knocked to the ground by their collision.

"Don't move! Police!"

"I told you not to move!"

"Hands behind your head, squat down!"

"Take your hands off the computer and don't move!"

Even after being handcuffed, Liu Dawei was still dazed. He squatted on the ground, looked at the nearest policeman, raised his head, and pitifully asked the officer:
"Officer, what did I do wrong?"

The man he called "Uncle Policeman" was a young man who had just graduated from police academy. The young policeman looked at Liu Dawei, and then at himself.

The other person was at least 40 years old, while I was only in my twenties, and I was being called "uncle".

This life is over.

Once everyone is under control, the remaining tasks are to verify their identities and secure evidence.

The police officers making the arrests were divided into several groups. One group was responsible for verifying identities, while another group was responsible for collecting data from the computer.

The police officers collecting data sat in front of their computers, opening folders one by one, searching for clues within each folder.

At that moment, a policeman in the corner suddenly shouted:
"Come and see what this is?"

Several police officers curiously approached, only to discover that the computer screen displayed some photos.

Very high-resolution photos.

However, in these photos, some standards that they are very familiar with appeared in the corners of the photos.

[Military restricted area, photography prohibited!]

These photos greatly excited the police officer in charge. He pressed the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest with his left hand and shouted to Lu Xian on the other end of the walkie-talkie:
"Chief, we've caught a big fish. This guy also does freelance filming of military restricted areas."

These words instantly excited Lu Xian on the other end of the phone.

A few minutes later, he appeared in the room, his face flushed and covered in sweat.

He went to the computer in the corner, looked at all the photos on it, and could no longer contain his excitement:

"Hurry up, get them under control, stuff them in the car, and then take them back to Suzhou as soon as possible."

"Pack up everything in this room and take it back to Suzhou. Not a single hair is allowed to remain."

After hearing his instructions, the police in the room quickly sprang into action, scrubbing the room thoroughly.

Then, after they had been scraping for a while, a flurry of footsteps sounded outside the door—the sound of heavy leather shoes on the stairs.

Just as they were wondering what was going on, the door was violently broken open from the outside, and armed police officers in black uniforms and masks burst in, followed by more police officers.

"Hold still, police!"

"Hands up, hands behind your head, squat down!"

"Hands behind your head, squat down..."

A few minutes later, Lu Xian and Xu Kai, the director of the Xujia District Public Security Bureau, sat facing each other. Xu Kai held an arrest warrant in his hand and looked at Lu Xian with a pained expression.

"You mean you were originally just investigating a normal, organized, and planned case of commercial defamation?"

"But after investigation, we discovered that these people might be foreign spies, so you didn't bother to notify us and just came to arrest them, right?"

“That’s right!” Lu Xian nodded repeatedly, with an expression that said, “You’re absolutely right.”

He then took out a cigarette and handed it to him, saying:

"There's nothing we can do. It was a chance discovery, and we dare not be careless, much less alert them."

"So please don't mind."

"Not at all! Of course not!" Xu Kai finished his polite greeting, then turned around and pointed to the group of people squatting by the wall:

"These people were caught in our jurisdiction, so do you think we should do anything about it?"

"Should!"

"Is it alright for you to detain people here?"

"That won't do! We still need to deal with that business defamation case first."

"Then wait until you're done using it, then send it back to us, and we'll talk about the spy case later."

"can!"

With a sharp crack, Xu Kai's hand collided with Lu Xian's. After the high-five, Lu Xian stood up and casually gestured to his colleagues to escort the man out.

After being escorted downstairs and into the car, Lu Xian found a number he had saved not long ago and dialed it casually.

After waiting for several tens of seconds, Li Jiewei's voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Director Lu, is it all settled?"

"It's all sorted out. We're on our way back. We'll talk more later."

Lu Xian hung up the phone, and the car then started and sped towards Gusu District.

Meanwhile, just as Lin Yi and his group returned to the company after finishing their meal, Li Jiewei received a phone call.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the person on the phone, Li Jiewei hung up and informed Lin Yi of the news.

After processing the news, Lin Yi pressed his temples and gave a word of advice:

"Keep an eye on this matter during this period, and also find out who those people are who are stirring things up."

"It's too late today, everyone should go home and rest early. We can talk about it tomorrow."

After dismissing everyone, Lin Yi turned and returned to his office. Just as he was about to lie down and go to sleep, he heard footsteps again in the corridor outside.

The sound of footsteps was mixed with the barking of dogs.

Hearing the barking of the dogs, Lin Yi opened the door and immediately saw the dog supervisor and the civil engineering dog at the door.

And the people behind these two dogs.

Upon seeing Lin Yi, the two people in the room and behind the earthwork dog each extended their right hands, displaying the hard drives in their palms to Lin Yi:

"Mr. Lin, here are the blueprints you requested."

The word "blueprints" reminded Lin Yi of another job he had taken on.

He rubbed his throbbing temples, took the hard drive with both hands, nodded, and thanked him.

Hearing his thanks, the dog manager and the civil engineering dog barked, and then the people behind the two dogs translated the barks:

"The project manager said that the first batch of equipment for the first phase will be installed around the 1th of the first lunar month."

"Once installed, we can begin trial production."

"Then the project always prepares you."

Listening to the long string of words translated, Lin Yi was a little confused. He pointed at the dog and said, "He only barked twice!"

The next second, there were several more barks.

Then came the translation: "The project manager keeps saying, 'MLGBD.'"

Hearing the translated language as profanity, Lin Yi waved his hand irritably: "Get lost!"

He had barely finished speaking when two more dogs barked. After they finished barking, the two dogs turned and left with the people behind them.

After closing the door, Lin Yi sat down in front of the computer with a helpless expression and turned it on.

Plug in the hard drive, export the drawing data from the hard drive, split it into multiple compressed files, connect to a VPN, open Gmail, and send the emails.

After sending the email, he took out his phone and sent a message to Eisent in the chat group.

[Mr. Eisent, the drawings are complete. Please check them. The payment will still be transferred to the same account as before.]

Shortly after the message was sent, Eisent replied in the chat group.

I'll be quite busy today and tomorrow, but I'll transfer the money to you the day after tomorrow after I've checked the drawings.

quite busy?
Upon seeing this word, Lin Yi immediately sobered up.

He hesitated for a moment, then placed his fingers on the phone keypad and typed out a compliment.

【Mr. Eisent, I saw in the news reports that America is making great strides in the Middle East, and wherever she goes, terrorists are terrified and all are killed. Logically speaking, you shouldn't be so busy.】

After sending the message, Lin Yi placed his fingers on the table and began to tap them rhythmically.

During this period, in addition to being busy with his own work, Lin Yi has also been keeping up with news from the Middle East.

The sources of information are mainly America's official website, and Ahmed, who occasionally resurrects himself.

America's official announcements are rather formal, but also rather uninteresting.

The messages they sent mainly focused on America's rapid advance in the Middle East, eliminating wave after wave of terrorists.

But they couldn't explain why the number of terrorists kept increasing despite the fight against them.

As for Ahmed, the information he provided was more detailed and straightforward.

Yesterday, in a good mood, they fired a partially loaded shell at the American camp.

Today, they were in an even better mood, and they found another intersection and blocked America's patrolling soldiers.

In short, the Americans may be busy, but it should be the people in the Central Theater who are busy, not the people in Eisent, the Pacific Theater.

Just as he was racking his brains, Eisent replied directly.

[There's a military operation, and the Marine Corps is going to be deployed in large numbers. We're currently allocating supplies, which is very troublesome. I have to get back to registering and allocating supplies now.]

Upon seeing this message, Lin Yi's gaze never left the words "military operation."

Looking at these words, the phrase "Arab Spring" inexplicably popped into his mind.

In his lifetime, the starting point of the Arab Spring shifted from Tunisia to Syria.

But America's target is the Arab countries surrounding the Mediterranean.

Especially those oil-producing countries.

Syria is currently in a state of chaos due to the fighting in the north, and it is no longer worthwhile for the American people to wage a major war in Syria.

What they need now is for Syria to slowly decay.

Therefore, their target should not be Syria.

After recalling a map of the Middle East and some memories from his past life, Lin Yi closed his eyes and thought for a long time before finally uttering the name of a country.

Egypt!

After uttering the name, Lin Yi's gaze became exceptionally clear.

Egypt is the most populous country in the Arab world, and among these Arabs are many tribes.

Moreover, Egypt's power has been declining ever since Nasser's death.

However, Nasser's successors seem oblivious to these declines and continue to fantasize about becoming a great power.

If Egypt were to be bombed at this time, tens of millions of people would become refugees.

Its rapid spread to neighboring countries could, with just one impact, shatter the systems of those countries.

By then, America could easily find a reason to intervene.

This allowed the businessmen behind America to make a fortune.

Moreover, coupled with the recent food crisis, Egypt is probably sitting on a volcano right now, and all it takes is a small firecracker to ignite it.

Of course, besides Egypt, Sudan, further south of Egypt, is also a powder keg.

They've been fighting there for many years.

If Sudan is detonated, it could undo years of Chinese investment in Sudan.

Thinking about these possibilities, Lin Yi felt his head throb even more.

He pressed a button to close the VPN, found Ahmed's contact information on QQ, edited a message, and sent it.

[America's Marines have recently been redeployed, with the target possibly being Egypt or Sudan.]

After sending the message, Lin Yi could no longer resist his physical exhaustion. He got up, opened his cot, threw on his bedding, and fell asleep immediately.

(End of this chapter)