Police Chief's Anti-Organized Crime Storm

Liu Jianbin explained his purpose.

"What do you mean? Put away the gun for maintenance? Didn't I just have this gun maintained?" Liu Yixiong looked at Liu Jianbin with a puzzled expression, and a sense of vigilance suddenly arose.

"It's like this, all of our guns have reached a certain age. As you know, guns are very dangerous. We must ensure that every single one is in perfect working order. Therefore, we need to temporarily take the guns back for a few days." He knew that Liu Yixiong kept his service weapon with him because he often had to go out on missions and was always in danger, and might even face retaliation from some criminals.

Liu Yixiong looked at Liu Jianbin again, his face full of disbelief. He suddenly put away his gun. For maintenance? That reason doesn't make sense!

"Section Chief Liu, what exactly do you want? I've already said, my service pistol doesn't need maintenance." Liu Yixiong subconsciously touched his drawer. How could he possibly hand over his gun? If he did, what if someone tried to harm him, or even if Lin Ying did? Hand over the gun? Dream on!

"Director Liu, your gun has always been kept by your side, but it belongs to the county bureau. We have the right to take it back for normal maintenance. Please cooperate." Liu Jianbin did not dare to openly offend Liu Yixiong for the time being. He knew that the other party had great power in the county bureau and was even more powerful in Gaoshan County. Even if he wanted to take revenge, he could not be too hasty.

"I've already said, my gun doesn't need maintenance. Can't you understand human language?" Liu Yixiong ignored him and buried himself in the documents.

"I'm sorry, Director Liu, the guns are being collected for maintenance because it's necessary. We received orders from Director Lin that all the guns must be collected. The county bureau may be carrying out a major operation soon, and we must ensure that every gun is in good working order."

Liu Yixiong was shocked. It was Lin Ying's doing? He hesitated. Li Jianmin and Lü Dayong had both been arrested, and Lü Dayong had just been involved in the incident. Was Lin Ying trying to control gun control? What did that mean? Was she worried about someone's intentions, or was there a major operation in the works?

He hesitated. If it was just routine work of the police support section, he could refuse. However, if it was Lin Ying's order, he could not refuse directly. Otherwise, it would be disobeying orders. He was a policeman and a soldier.

"Go tell Director Lin that there's nothing wrong with my gun and it doesn't need to be recycled for maintenance."

"I'm sorry, Director Liu, Director Lin said that all guns must be confiscated, including the service pistols of several deputy directors." Liu Jianbin no longer concealed his intentions.

Liu Yixiong's heart skipped a beat. Was Lin Ying really going to take his gun?! A sudden panic gripped him. He wanted to refuse, but Lin Ying was, after all, the head of the county bureau. Openly disobeying orders was no good. He knew very well that Lin Ying had the power to disarm him, which would be tantamount to openly defying Lin Ying. Lü Dayong had just been arrested, and Li Jianmin's whereabouts were still unknown. Whether Li Jianmin had implicated him was still uncertain, so he couldn't openly break with Lin Ying for the time being.

He slowly pulled open the drawer, and Liu Jianbin tensed up slightly, his eyes fixed on the other person's hand.

Liu Yixiong slowly took out the gun and placed it on the table: "Take it!" After saying that, he stopped looking at Liu Jianbin. The latter quickly stepped forward, took the gun in his hand, checked it over, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"snort!"

After Liu Jianbin left Liu Yixiong's office, the latter felt increasingly uneasy. Did Wang Zhenghua know about this? If he did, why hadn't he informed him? Although the Political Work Office didn't handle guns, how could he not know about something as important as confiscating weapons?!

Liu Yixiong quickly picked up his phone and dialed...

In the director's office, Wang Zhenghua was extremely anxious. Lin Ying wouldn't let him leave with Luo Baotian. What kind of situation was this? Luo Baotian, however, acted as if it were none of his business, while Wang Zhenghua was getting restless.

Just then, Wang Zhenghua's phone suddenly rang urgently. He looked down, his body trembled slightly, and he became even more anxious. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Lin Ying looked up at him and felt that there seemed to be something wrong with Wang Zhenghua.

"Take it." Lin Ying glanced at him, a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

Wang Zhenghua quickly hung up the phone and smiled at Lin Ying: "It's nothing, just a stranger's call." If only it were a stranger's call, what a pity, this call came at the worst possible time.

He was inwardly groaning.

Suddenly, Lin Ying's phone rang. She looked down and asked, "Hello, how is it? Did he confess?"

"Not yet, but Wang Dahu is demanding to see you. He's been arguing for most of the day, saying he'll go on a hunger strike if he doesn't see you soon," Duan Fei's voice rang out.

"A hunger strike? Fine, I'd like to see how many days he can go without food." A hunger strike by someone like Wang Dahu is a joke. What does it mean to be a scourge for a thousand years? If someone like Wang Dahu could go on a hunger strike, then there would be no villains or bad people in this world.

"Make him go on a hunger strike. Also, send someone to inform Wang Dalong that Wang Dahu is in our hands and to make him hand over the evidence of Wang Dahu's crimes." "Huh?" Duan Fei was dumbfounded. What did that mean? Weren't they trying to hide it all before, trying to cover it up? Why are they suddenly telling Wang Dalong now? Aren't they afraid that Wang Dalong will resort to desperate measures?

"Do as I say!" Lin Ying didn't say much. Wang Zhenghua and Luo Baotian, who were standing to the side, were terrified. They both looked at Lin Ying with disbelief. Wang Dahu was in Director Lin's hands? Wasn't she said he wasn't in her hands? Wasn't Wang Dahu said to have disappeared? So, he had been in Director Lin's hands all along.

Luo Baotian felt a mix of emotions, while Wang Zhenghua's heart nearly leaped out of his throat. This news was too important. He took out his phone, intending to compose a text message and send it out, when he subconsciously glanced at Lin Ying. The latter also looked up at him, startling him so much that his hand slipped and he almost dropped his phone. He quickly and frantically gripped the phone tightly.

Lin Ying was now almost certain that Wang Zhenghua was up to something. She didn't speak immediately, but with a fleeting glance, she noticed that Wang Zhenghua was sweating even more.

"Director Lin, do we have any other purpose in collecting the guns?" Luo Baotian suddenly asked, looking at Lin Ying with a questioning gaze. He knew that Lin Ying couldn't possibly be collecting guns just for the sake of collecting them; there must be other purposes besides what he had just mentioned.

"The goal is simple: to minimize the risk of our operations in the coming work, so as to ensure the safety of our comrades to the greatest extent possible." Lin Ying looked at Wang Zhenghua, her expression meaningful.

On the outskirts of the city, as the car slowly approached, Zhao Jiu was filled with excitement. Once he got the item, he could fly away.

"Old man, don't try anything funny, understand?"

"You..." The old lady was startled, her head buzzed, and she froze.