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

Shen Zhong paused for a moment.

"The special supply channel can be used."

After those words were spoken, the backs of the group straightened a little.

Old Xu tapped his finger on the table.

No one asked anymore.

Shen Zhong continued cutting the images.

The communication motherboard that was forcibly removed from the basement of Xishan appeared on the screen.

The blackened edges.

A broken wafer.

There is also the signal path that was restored by the technical department.

Zhou Weiguo stepped forward and held up the evidence bag.

"This motherboard was removed from Qin Kewen's basement in Xishan."

Shen Zhong took over the conversation.

"It connects multiple military and civilian transit nodes and has the functions of faking military handshakes, briefly seeing through confidential transit, and bypassing local review to send back information."

A discipline inspection official frowned.

"So, some of our documents were seen by people on the street?"

Shen Zhong looked at him.

"Twelve seconds."

The pen in the man's hand fell onto the table with a thud.

Shen Zhong didn't stop.

"During the transfer of file A, I was subjected to intense light for twelve seconds."

"The exact scope of the leak is still being verified, but it can be confirmed that the other party has the ability to predict the direction of military and civilian actions in advance."

The atmosphere in the room became somber.

Some things don't need to be said definitively.

Being able to see the progress of top-level documents twelve seconds in advance is enough to keep a lot of people awake at night.

He pressed down heavily to the next page.

A network topology diagram is displayed on the screen.

The line starts from Handong, connects to Beijing, Haizhou, overseas capital pools, outsourced support companies, and then extends to multiple provinces in East China, South China, Northwest China, and Southwest China.

Color layering.

Red represents funds.

Blue represents people.

Black represents the passageway.

Yellow represents the chain of killing and poisoning.

Zhou Weiguo glanced at the screen, his lips twitched, but he didn't dare to make a joke.

An elderly leader in the front row took off his glasses and wiped the lenses.

"How long have you been hiding this stall?"

Shen Zhong put the remote control down.

"Based on the existing evidence, it has been at least twenty years."

"Haizhou withdraws its application."

"Short selling of Hantong shares".

"The frontline defenses are self-destructing."

"Infiltration along the northern route."

"Medication administered at the hospital."

"Money laundering overseas."

Each time he read out an item, a line would light up on the big screen.

In the end, the whole image was a net studded with nails.

Someone took a breath.

"They're treating vital military and civilian sites like their own backyard."

The other person lowered their voice.

"They even dare to use war reserve funds to maintain the network."

Old Xu looked up at the entire audience.

"So when Shen Zhong closed the stadium on the northern route, I approved it."

No one interrupted.

Mr. Xu opened the document in front of him.

"At that time, Heng Shih-chang had already boarded his private plane, and the pass was placed on the runway. The normal procedure would require nineteen minutes for review."

"Nineteen minutes is enough time for him to fly out of the restricted area."

"Shenyang Heavy Machinery Group has imposed a state of emergency and martial law, with armored vehicles blocking the runway, interception nets sealing off aircraft positions, and arresting people on the spot."

He looked at Shen Zhong.

"When you're out in the field, there are some responsibilities you can't avoid."

Shen Zhong stood in front of the podium, ignoring the compliment.

"All procedures for combat readiness, martial law, and site closure have been submitted with the case file."

Old Xu looked at the crowd below.

"There are two main points to discuss today."

He held up two fingers.

"First, the review conclusions of Qin Kewen and the core members of the Frontier Coordination Group."

"Second, reform of the military-civilian cooperation and confidentiality mechanism."

Some people in the meeting room were looking down at the materials, while others were exchanging glances.

A cadre with gray hair spoke up.

"Qin Kewen has the seniority he deserves, and he has made contributions in the past. Shouldn't we further downplay the treason charge?"

Zhou Weiguo almost looked up.

Shen Zhong remained calm.

He opened the second evidence box and took out a thick catalog of evidence.

"Qin Kewen's nominal funds, records of 3 billion yuan in strategic reserve funds held in overseas custody, Q1 evidence bag, Qin's frontline communication, Haizhou withdrawal chain, and the same chip used for the northern infiltration equipment."

Shen Zhong pushed the catalog into the hands of the staff.

"Each item has original documents, verification documents, technical appraisals, and testimonies to corroborate it."

He looked at the cadre.

"Honors are credit."

"Selling out one's country is selling out one's country."

The official looked somewhat embarrassed, but didn't reply.

Old Xu pushed the teacup aside.

"I agree with that."

He spoke softly.

"No one should try to use past achievements to offset the effects of today's laws."

"The Qin Kewen case will be reviewed and submitted to the meeting based on the conclusions of the special investigation into treason."

Meeting staff began distributing voting sheets.

The papers were passed down one by one.

The pen tip touches the paper.

It made a rustling sound.

Shen Zhong stood beside the podium, watching the people in the front row sign their names one by one.

There was no joy on his face.

The topology diagram was still hanging on the screen, with red and blue lines intersecting, like laying out more than twenty years of messy accounts in broad daylight.

A few minutes later.

The staff handed the voting page to Mr. Xu.

Old Xu glanced at it.

"Passed unanimously."

There was no applause in the hall.

But many people's shoulders feel like they're being weighed down by something.

Old Xu picked up the second document.

"The case of Qin Kewen and core members of the Frontier Coordination Group has been formally signed and transferred to the State Special Court."

The pen cap is opened.

Mr. Xu signed his name.

Several responsible persons next to him signed in turn.

The pen tip pressed against the paper, like a gate falling.

From this moment on, anyone who wants to exonerate Qin Kewen will first have to run into these few pages of red seals.

He saluted solemnly.

"Report complete."

Old Xu, however, did not let him go down.

"You present your reform plan."

Shen Zhong turned around and opened the last page.

A title appears on the screen.

A plan to reshape the military-civilian cooperation and confidentiality mechanism.

There are no fancy words.

Every single one is very tough.

"First, all special supply channels will be renumbered, and all old letters, old tokens, and old passwords will be invalidated."

"Second, the military-civilian data handshake adopts two-way verification and signature, and no outsourced enterprise in any region is allowed to access the underlying interface."

"Third, physical barriers and abnormal light source recording are added to the confidential transfer cabinet."

"Fourth, for three types of cases involving terrorism, espionage, and the recovery of military expenditures, a joint command authority pool will be established, with the Central Military Commission, the Discipline Inspection Commission, and the Political and Legal Affairs Commission all keeping records simultaneously."

Fifth, local agents, association shells, consulting shells, and outsourced guarantee shells will be included in the annual thorough review.

Someone frowned.

"Isn't the permission pool too cumbersome?"

Shen Zhong looked at him.

"Too light, it won't hold."

The man was about to speak when Old Xu closed the file first.

"In the past, some people talked about collaboration in a very polite way, but in the end, collaboration became a loophole."

"Some people talk about keeping secrets, but in the end, they keep their own people out while letting ghosts into the house."

The venue became even quieter.

Old Xu's voice was not cheerful.

"Anyone who finds this reform troublesome can speak up."

No one spoke.

Old Xu nodded.

"Then let's vote according to procedure."

The second round of voting was faster.

The organization, discipline inspection, political and legal affairs, and military departments all signed off on the matter.

Shen Zhong stood to the side of the stage, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingers, the cigarette bent slightly by his weight.

Zhou Weiguo took a half step closer and muttered something under his breath.

"Sir, if they ever try to bluff people with a tattered letter again, the security guard will probably have to scan it three times first."

Shen Zhong didn't look at him.

"Go back and write a report."

Zhou Weiguo's face fell.

"I knew it."