Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Zhao Jianguo immediately interrupted, saying, "They are in a safe place. After you fulfill all your promises and we verify, they will board the next safe flight."

Zhang Jingyi took a deep breath, knowing there was no room for bargaining, and took out three USB drives and placed them on the table.

"The first USB drive," he pointed to the left, "contains all the gray funds of the Wei Group over the past five years, including the complete chain of transferring benefits to Vice Mayor Zhou Wenyuan's specific associates through offshore companies and nominees, as well as the transfer records for bribing seven key figures, including Deputy Director Sun Qiming of the Eighth District Police Station and the deputy director surnamed Liu at the reporting center."

Lei Zhen's pupils contracted sharply; he hadn't expected that the deputy mayor would be involved.

"The second USB drive contains the hidden equity agreement of Chenxi Biotechnology Laboratory, as well as the real identity information, home addresses, and pay records of the armed personnel kept by the Wei family."

"The third one..." Zhang Jingyi's voice deepened, "is the original planning recording of the Han Xiao case, which involves Wei Donghai's instructions, Gao Tianyou's selection of the execution vehicle, and the subsequent silencing of the driver. And... in the Chen Guohua case, the complete meeting minutes of how Wei Zixuan, Zhao Qiang, and I fabricated evidence and slandered the victim."

Zhao Jianguo slowly reached out and grasped the three USB drives in his palm.

The cool metallic touch made his palms feel burning hot.

Because of these things, Han Xiao went from a promising state cadre to an "abnormal" individual, and Chen Guohua turned himself into a monster.

"very good."

Zhao Jianguo stood up and handed the items to the technical officer who was waiting beside him. "Verify the authenticity of the data immediately."

The safe house was deathly silent, except for the faint sounds of the technical officers operating their equipment.

Ten minutes later, the officer looked up, nodded firmly to Zhao Jianguo, and said with a look of shock in his eyes, "Chief Zhao, we've checked a few things, and they're all true..."

Zhao Jianguo walked out of the room and reported to Zheng Guofeng.

After a long silence on the other end of the phone, Zheng Guofeng's voice came through: "Seal the evidence and immediately submit a backup to the old leader of the Regional Supervisory Bureau. The decision regarding Zhou Wenyuan must be made by him."

"What about the others?" Zhao Jianguo asked.

"According to plan, close in immediately."

……

This night was destined to be a sleepless one for many people in Dawn City.

A meticulously planned, multi-pronged attack, like a giant net that had been spread out, suddenly tightened at the same moment.

The financial battlefield.

A team of uniformed economic crime police officers suddenly stormed into the brightly lit finance center of the Wei Group headquarters building.

"Everyone, get out of your workstations! Hands over your heads! Don't touch your computers!"

The economic crime investigation team leader shouted sternly.

At the same time, the back-end instructions from the bank's regulatory system took effect instantly.

Wei Ziang's several overseas transit accounts, which he thought were secretive, and the working capital pools of several projects under construction on which the group depended for survival, all turned into a glaring red in the same second—"frozen".

at the same time.

In the eighth district of Dawn City, a hideout disguised as a gym.

"boom--!"

The door was kicked open by the mobile assault team.

Before the thugs inside could react, the team members had already taken control of the situation.

Lei Zhen took the lead and pressed his pistol directly against Wei Donghua's forehead as Wei Donghua tried to escape through the window.

"Minister Wei, long time no see." Lei Zhen looked at the once arrogant Minister of Security of the Wei family with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. "This time, let's have a good talk about your 'goods'."

Wei Donghua's face was ashen. He looked at his men who were being held down on the ground and the illegal firearms that the police had found in the hidden compartments. He finally realized that the situation was hopeless.

……

The top floor of the Wei Group headquarters, the chairman's office.

Wei Zi'ang paced anxiously in his office.

Outside the window, the city lights still shone brightly, but in his eyes, this prosperity seemed to be rapidly fading away, turning into black holes with gaping maws.

That damned Zhang Jingyi, I can't get in touch with him anymore.

Just then, the phone on the table started ringing frantically.

Wei Zi'ang grabbed the receiver, but before he could speak, Wei Changsheng's wailing, choked with sobs, came from the other end:

"Zi'ang! It's over! It's all over!"

"The bank just sent a notification that all our main accounts, including those offshore springboard accounts you asked me to prepare to launch 'Project Ark,' have been frozen! Not a single penny can be transferred out!"

"What?!" Wei Zi'ang felt a buzzing in his head, and his whole body swayed. "How is this possible..."

Before he could finish speaking, the office door was suddenly kicked open.

The trusted secretary stumbled in.

"President Wei! Something's happened!" The secretary gasped for breath, her eyes filled with terror. "We just received news... Uncle Hua was taken away by Lei Zhen at the gym in District Eight! The group's finance center has also been sealed off by the Economic Investigation Department!"

By this time, Wei Zi'ang understood perfectly well that someone had betrayed him.

"Zhang Jingyi..."

Wei Zi'ang's eyes instantly turned bloodshot and crimson. "It's Zhang Jingyi! That bastard! He betrayed us! Dig him out! I'll skin him alive!!"

Like a wild beast cornered in a desperate situation, he grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it against the French windows.

"Splash—!"

The glass was smashed, leaving a white mark. The ashtray bounced back and rolled a few times on the carpet.

Just then, the group's cell phone, which was specifically used to contact "the higher-ups," rang.

Wei Ziang, as if grasping at the last straw, answered the phone with trembling hands.

"Uncle Liu, you must help..."

"Wei Zi'ang! You jinx!" The voice on the other end of the phone wasn't the usual warm concern, but a hysterical tirade. "The supervisory department is already knocking on my door! How did they end up with all those shady accounts your Wei family made?! You've ruined me!!"

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The phone hangs up.

Then came the second, the third...

Those officials who usually called each other brothers were now either turning off their phones or sending a text message with only this one sentence, declaring their severance of ties.

The wall of political asylum has collapsed.

The shield that relied on force has shattered.

The road paved with money has been cut off.

Wei Zi'ang stood frozen in the center of the office, the city lights outside the window now only illuminating a cold ruin.

He had not yet recovered from these successive mental blows—

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside the office door, accompanied by the secretary's panicked attempt to stop her and a shout: "Police! On official business!"

The next second, the mahogany door, a symbol of power, was pushed open from the outside.

Zhao Jianguo walked in first, his expression cold and stern, exuding an imposing aura.

Lei Zhen and Zhou Ming followed closely behind, followed by several uniformed criminal police officers, who quickly secured the doorway and the corners of the room.

Wei Ziang slowly put down the phone.

With sunken eyes and a messy stubble, the once spirited young master of the Wei family looked as if he had aged ten years.