Police Chief's Anti-Organized Crime Storm

"That's not necessarily true. Even if Sun Ping is selling outdated information, it doesn't mean it's useless. If it's useless, why would he do it? So, I think Director Lin's thinking is too biased." Since Lin Ying doesn't give him face, he doesn't need to give her any either.

"Oh, so you think there's nothing wrong with Sun Ping's case?" The room fell silent.

Li Jianmin wasn't stupid; of course he knew that this was a trap set by Lin Ying, and a big one at that. If he admitted that there was nothing wrong with the case, then if problems were found, the problem would likely lie with him.

"I didn't say that." Li Jianmin glanced at Lin Ying with a half-smile, his expression not very pleasant. After all, he was Liu Yixiong's man, as the police knew, and even as everyone in Gaoshan County knew.

"Based on the evidence, there is evidence fabrication in Sun Ping's case. I will request the Discipline Inspection Commission to send the case back to the relevant unit for reinvestigation."

Li Jianmin was stunned by Lin Ying's words. He never expected that Lin Ying would accuse him of fabricating evidence in front of so many people. Anger surged from his chest, and his gaze toward Lin Ying turned cold instantly. In all his years in Gaoshan County, no one had ever dared to question him like this.

"Director Lin, you need to provide evidence before you speak. We are police officers. We can eat whatever we want, but we can't say whatever we want." Li Jianmin forced himself to calm down. Lin Ying's series of questions had completely thrown him off balance. He now had a serious sense of crisis. Sun Ping must have said something to Lin Ying, otherwise, she wouldn't have reacted so strongly. No, he had to shut Sun Ping up as soon as possible, otherwise, things would get very troublesome.

"You're right. We're police officers, and everything depends on evidence. So, whether the evidence you found in Sun Ping's case can be grounds for filing a case or for arresting Sun Ping, you know in your heart." After saying that, Lin Ying turned around and walked into the ward without looking at him again.

Li Jianmin's face was ashen. Behind him, Pan Xiaobin and the others all had dark faces and dared not step forward. After all, Lin Ying was the director of the Public Security Bureau, and no matter how bold they were, they could not act recklessly without permission.

"You guys, go and protect Sun Ping. This is the bureau's decision." After saying that, Li Jianmin waved his hand, and Pan Xiaobin and the others quickly stepped forward. Lin Ying did not stop them.

However, Li Jianmin still felt an invisible pressure, and his heart tightened. He walked to a corner and dialed Liu Yixiong's number. When he heard Lin Ying begin to suspect Li Jianmin and say in public that she would hand the case over to the Discipline Inspection Commission, Liu Yixiong was startled.

"Jianmin, this case absolutely cannot be handed over to the Discipline Inspection Commission. You know very well that once the Discipline Inspection Commission gets involved, we won't be able to explain ourselves no matter what we say. I'm mainly thinking of you. You know how credible the evidence you've prepared is. Jianmin, it seems you need to act quickly, otherwise, once Sun Ping speaks up, we'll be in real trouble."

Li Jianmin's heart sank, his eyes flashed with cold light, and a bold plan popped into his mind. Only the dead can shut up, and Sun Ping, that former county magistrate's secretary, should have died long ago.

"Director Liu, please rest assured, I will definitely handle this matter well and won't let you worry."

"That's good. Jianmin, I trust you completely with your work."

After hanging up the phone, Li Jianmin glanced at the ward. Lin Ying was still there, so their men couldn't get close. What should they do? How could they get Lin Ying out of there? Besides, there was Xie Zhijun, that kid was no pushover either.

The black sedan sped along the winding mountain road and finally stopped at the entrance of Louhua Village.

At this moment, several people in the village pointed and whispered, and stopped when they saw the black sedan driving by.

"Village chief, who were those people just now? Why were they knocking on every door in our village? I hope they're not in trouble!"

"It's nothing. They said it was the town's security team. They lost something, caught a thief, and searched every village. It's nothing, it's nothing."

"Something went missing in town, and they came all the way to our village to search for it? Is it really necessary? What precious thing did they lose?"

"Who knows? Ask around to see if anyone has lost anything. I'll go to town and let them know later."

"That's not right. In the past, whenever they came to cause trouble in the village, they would give us advance notice, right? Why didn't they give us any notice this time?"

"Yes!" The village chief was also a little surprised. The black sedan stopped, and Duan Fei got out of it.

Everyone looked at Duan Fei, remaining silent. Using the streetlights and moonlight, Duan Fei walked quickly, and upon reaching him, couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, did you see someone in a security guard uniform come out of the village?"

"Security uniform? I didn't see it." The village chief was a little surprised. Could it be the town's security team? But it didn't look like it!

"Did you see a group of people coming to the village looking for someone?" Duan Fei had no choice but to do the opposite.

"Oh? Yes, they said they're from the town's security team, looking for a thief."

"Did they find him?" Duan Fei quickly looked at the old village chief, who slowly shook his head. Behind him, a young man spoke up: "I saw them chasing someone into the woods ahead."

Duan Fei was startled. He turned his head and saw a dark grove of trees about five or six hundred meters ahead of the village. He pointed and asked, "Is that it?" He couldn't get through to Lao Liang's phone; something must have happened. If they were in the woods, the signal might be bad.

"Yes, that's the woods," the young man quickly replied.

Duan Fei nodded, turned around, and ran quickly towards the Black Forest. The old village chief frowned, watching Duan Fei's rapid movements, and suddenly felt uneasy. Could something be wrong?

"Dalin, take some men and go check on things. Make sure nothing bad happens." The old village chief glanced at the young man, who nodded: "Alright."

"Everyone else, go back to your homes and go to sleep." The old village chief dispersed the crowd and headed home. The young man, Dalin, led a few other young men towards the Black Forest.

Soon, Duan Fei ran to the edge of the woods, quickly took out his phone, and darted into the woods.

The Black Forest was silent and eerily quiet.

He cautiously walked in, and after only a few steps, suddenly, a patch of dark liquid appeared on the tree trunk in front of him. He reached out and touched it, then looked at it under his phone. It was red, and fresh. It was blood. Could it be Lao Liang's? Could something have happened to him?

Duan Fei's heart pounded. Unable to ascertain the situation, he dared not shout, for fear of alerting the group.

He carefully stepped forward and saw several more pools of blood and obvious signs of a struggle on the ground. Duan Fei became even more worried, his brows furrowing deeply. Something must have happened to Lao Liang!

Duan Fei couldn't hold back any longer: "Old Liang, where are you?"