Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

The first drop landed on the edge of the dark ink, and the paper fibers reacted gently.

The technical screen next to it immediately displayed the values.

Zhou Weiguo's eyes ached from staring at the screen, but he didn't blink.

"The paper is stable."

The second drop.

The third drop.

The outer layer of the thick ink was peeled away little by little, and the black ink spread outwards along the absorbent cotton, revealing shallow indentations underneath.

There's something there.

Zhou Weiguo gestured with his hand, and the microscope lens was pressed down.

On the screen, the grooves on the paper are magnified.

Steel stamp groove.

The signature begins.

There was also a corner of the surname that was half covered by ink.

Zhou Weiguo took a breath.

"Gao Yuliang really hit the jackpot."

Shen Zhong stood outside the light, his face expressionless.

"scanning."

"Scanning is fine, but I suggest you don't touch the original document a second time."

"Sweep, don't scrape."

The high-precision scanning head passes over the paper, pressing the light down inch by inch.

On the screen, the peeled-out mark turned into hundreds of layers of grayscale.

Zhou Weiguo dragged the data from the sealing wax page into the supercomputer, and also added the characteristics of the overseas fund transfer personnel sent by Handong, the style of the instructions on the black wallet, and the spacing and pressure of the characters in the Q series address book.

"Sir, there are too many parameters; we need to set a main axis."

Shen Zhong walked to the screen.

In his mind, the memories of the high-level layout left over from before his transmigration were gradually brought to the surface.

Core retired cadres sequence.

Xishan Service System.

Frontline Coordination Group.

QC permissions.

In Qin Kewen's name.

Each piece was like a fragment, but when we pieced them together, we finally managed to get a grip on the edge.

"Focusing on the QC sequence."

Zhou Weiguo paused for a moment.

"Should we just run that way?"

"run."

"If this gets a result, the ceiling will be ripped off."

Shen Zhong pressed the cigarette against the edge of the tin box.

"Then lift it."

The supercomputer begins stacking graphs.

In the first round of calibration, the pen stroke angles were aligned.

In the second round of calibration, the pressure points of the stamps were aligned.

In the third round of verification, the writing habits in the fund approval documents overlapped.

In the fourth round of calibration, the blank space format on the Q series address book was found to be consistent.

The screen suddenly stopped.

The red box indicates that the device is locked.

The matching rate is 99.7%.

Zhou Weiguo stared at the screen, remaining silent for a long time.

The name popped up.

Qin Kewen.

Permission marking, QC 01.

Among the top five core veteran cadres, the umbrella that hadn't touched the ground in Xishan for many years was finally pulled out from under the paper by the sealing wax.

Zhou Weiguo's throat moved.

"It really is Elder Qin."

A murderous glint appeared in Shen Zhong's eyes.

The lights in the room were very bright, but his voice was even flatter than the lights.

"Seal the box."

Zhou Weiguo immediately turned around.

"Original sealing wax, Handong capital data, Sha Ruijin's confession, same-source chip, Q2 terminal chip, Xishan call spectrum, all put into a top-secret box."

"Enclosure specifications?"

"C4-resistant grade".

"Escort level?"

"Highest level of combat readiness."

After repeating the order, Zhou Weiguo reached out and pressed the red "seal" button.

Two top-secret boxes were pushed out of the warehouse. They had an outer layer of composite armor, an inner layer of fireproof and anti-magnetic material, and rivets at all the corners, making them look like two iron coffins.

The original sealing wax is placed in the box first.

The financial data was put into the box.

A photocopy of Sha Ruijin's handwritten confession was placed in the box.

Two identical chips are placed in the box.

Q2 sensor chip is placed in the box.

The black leather folder containing the catalog photos and the transcript of the phone call with Xishan were pressed together into the evidence folder.

Zhou Weiguo personally affixed the seal.

Snapped.

The first red stamp fell.

Snapped.

The second red stamp fell.

He looked up at Shen Zhong.

"Sir, if this box is lost, I'll never be called Zhou Weiguo again."

Shen Zhong glanced at him.

"It won't get lost."

"You trust me that much?"

"I will personally escort it."

Zhou Weiguo grinned.

"Then I'm relieved. Anyone who dares to snatch this box should think twice about whether they're tough enough."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the security phone went off.

The ringtone was short and urgent, like the back of a knife striking iron.

Shen Zhong answered the phone.

"Heavy."

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Xu's voice was very deep.

"Materials confirmed?"

"Confirmed. The sealing wax core page points to QC01, Qin Kewen. Match rate: 99.7%."

There was a two-second pause on the other end.

"What about the other chains?"

"The entire chain of funds, including the fund pool, overseas accounts, Sha Ruijin's testimony, the same chip, the Q2 chip, and Xishan's communication, is put into the box."

Old Xu's breathing subsided.

"Shen Zhong, you will personally lead the team to escort the top-secret package to the capital."

Shen Zhong stood up straight.

"Yes."

Old Xu spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I will use this irrefutable evidence to shatter their altar at the Central Military Commission meeting!"

The red phone was disconnected.

Zhou Weiguo fastened the holster and raised his hand to point at the person.

"Escort team, assemble within ten minutes. The convoy will use the emergency access route, with three backup routes. Anyone who dares to approach the evidence vehicle within twenty meters will be restrained before their identity is verified."

Shen Zhong put the iron box into his pocket.

"Notify the northern air traffic control to prepare the combat readiness routes."

"Yes."

At the same time.

The core of Xishan.

The backyard lights were still on.

The chief secretary stood in the confidential room, watching the tracking beacons on the screen go out one by one.

The fake task force did not respond.

There was no response from the Q2 terminal.

Hengtong Warehousing's lifeline has also been severed.

In the bottom right corner of the screen, the last green dot bounced twice before turning completely gray.

The head secretary took his hands off the keyboard, straightened the collar of his Zhongshan suit, and turned to go into the inner room.

The thick curtains were drawn, and the small lamp next to the wicker chair was dim.

Old Qin leaned back in his rattan chair, a thin blanket draped over his knees, and fiddled with prayer beads in his hands.

The sound of each bead touching each other is very soft.

The chief secretary stopped two steps away.

"Old Qin, we've lost the northern front."

The prayer beads are still moving.

"The fake task force has been completely seized, and the Q2 chips have fallen into Shen Zhong's hands. As for Hengtong Warehousing, Handong has managed to protect the servers, and the funds have probably already been transferred to the northern route."

Old Qin closed his eyes.

"Where is Heng Shichang?"

"Still on the northern front."

"You spoke up?"

"It's unclear at the moment, but Shen Zhong sealed the top-secret box, and the Xu family should be taking the materials to Beijing."

The prayer beads paused for a moment.

The chief secretary bowed his head.

"It's my fault for being unreliable in handling matters."

Old Qin did not look at him.

"It can't be covered up anymore."

The lamp in the room pressed against his profile, revealing deep wrinkles, yet his voice remained steady.

"Since we can't cover it up anymore, let's smash the plate in Handong and divert attention."

The chief secretary looked up.

"Heavy machinery factory?"

"Smash everything that can capture Handong's attention: heavy machinery factories, energy, transportation, and supporting finance."

"All eleven key enterprises are related to the heavy machinery factory. If we touch them, the local situation will look very bad."

Old Qin twirled his prayer beads.

"It's only because it looks bad that people don't care about the northern route."

The chief secretary understood.

He retreated to the doorway, and as he turned around, he had already taken out an encrypted terminal.

The confidential staff in the corridor immediately surrounded them.

"Unleashing the undercurrents of finance."

"What's the direction of the betting odds?"

"Within Handong Province, the heavy machinery factory's related chain includes eleven key state-owned enterprises."

The clerk paused for a moment, his pen still.

"scale?"

The chief secretary looked out the window.

"Let them see blood when the market opens tomorrow."

A few minutes later, a row of red lights lit up in the underground machine room at the back of Xishan.

Funds were transferred from offshore accounts, shadow asset management, margin trading channels, and shell funds, flowing into Handong under the cover of night through pre-established domestic financial interfaces.

They carried neither guns nor gunpowder.

But every single order is a matter of life and death for the company.