Anti-gang campaign: Female bureau chief

This is Shen Wangshan's answer.

Yesterday she forced Zhao Biao to turn himself in, and today he retaliated with three cases, each more ruthless than the last.

Especially the last incident—targeting Chen Desheng's daughter—was not an ordinary threat; it was a signal to everyone who wanted to cooperate with the police: whoever dares to answer the police will pay the price.

The most insidious part is that these three cases themselves have no direct connection with Shen Wangshan.

The fight took place at the entrance of Fengmao Logistics, but neither side was an employee of Fengmao; they were two groups of "unemployed people."

The victim of the burglary was Qian Shouyi, the vice president of Fengmao. On the surface, Fengmao is the real victim.

As for the unlicensed van that hit the person, there was no way to trace it.

Shen Wangshan had calculated everything perfectly. He was telling Jiang Ruolan in his own way: You can't outmaneuver me by trying to play by my rules. I can make you suffer without shedding a drop of blood.

Jiang Ruolan stood by the window for five minutes, then turned and walked to her desk, picked up the landline and dialed a number:

"Director Lin, notify all team members that there will be an emergency meeting in twenty minutes."

Twenty minutes later, the atmosphere in the small conference room was even more somber than yesterday.

Qin Chuan, Fang Xuewen, Zheng Yuanchao, Liao Yuhua, and Sun Ping were all present, and each of them had a subtle expression.

Qin Chuan appeared expressionless, but the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned, conveying a suppressed scrutiny.

Fang Xuewen looked worried, his brows furrowed, as if he was troubled by the current situation.

Zheng Yuanchao remained with his head bowed and eyes downcast, like a clay sculpture.

Liao Yuhua's glasses reflected the light, making it impossible to see his eyes;

Sun Ping appeared somewhat nervous, her pen twirling incessantly.

"You all know about the three things that happened this morning," Jiang Ruolan said, getting straight to the point.

"A brawl in the east of the city, a burglary in the north, and a hit-and-run near the No. 1 Middle School. These three incidents happened almost simultaneously, involving three different jurisdictions. I'd like to hear your opinions."

Fang Xuewen was the first to speak:

"Director Jiang, I have already arranged these three things. The scene of the fight in the east of the city has been sealed off, all the injured have been sent to the hospital, and six people have been arrested and are currently being interrogated."

"Regarding the burglary in the north of the city, I have already sent people from the Economic Crime Investigation Division to Qian's house to investigate the scene. As for the hit-and-run at the entrance of No. 1 Middle School, the traffic police are retrieving surveillance footage along the route."

"And the result?" Jiang Ruolan asked, looking at him.

"The two groups that fought were local thugs from the east of the city and the other group came from out of town. Both sides said that the conflict was caused by a parking space issue and that there was no behind-the-scenes instigation."

Regarding the burglary, the nanny at Vice President Qian's house said she heard noises around 4 a.m., got up and found that the safe had been pried open and the window had pry marks, making it seem like a case of itinerant burglary.

The van that caused the hit-and-run was eventually found on a side street in the west of the city. It had been burned, and the vehicle identification number (VIN) had been deliberately altered, making its origin impossible to trace.

After listening to him, Jiang Ruolan remained silent for a few seconds, then said:

"Deputy Director Fang, how many years have you worked in this system?"

Fang Xuewen was stunned for a moment:

"This...it's been almost thirty years."

"Thirty years." Jiang Ruolan nodded.

"A veteran police officer of thirty years, are you telling me that these three things today—fighting, theft, and hit-and-run—are all coincidences, completely unrelated? Is that what you mean?"

Fang Xuewen's expression changed:

"Director Jiang, that's not what I meant. This is just the preliminary information we have at the moment—"

"At 5:30 a.m. today, a fight broke out in the east of the city. The time was when there were the fewest pedestrians on the street and the surveillance cameras were the least clear. The two groups chose to meet at the entrance of Fengmao Logistics, and the surveillance cameras at the entrance of Fengmao Logistics happened to have 'malfunctioned' the night before."

At 6:10 AM, the home of Qian Shouyi, vice president of Fengmao Group, was burglarized. Cash and luxury watches were stolen. Qian Shouyi himself reported the crime and cooperated fully with the police investigation. At 6:45 AM, Chen Desheng's daughter, whose shop was vandalized by Zhao Biao the day before, was seriously injured when she was hit by an unlicensed van on her way to school. Just yesterday, Chen Desheng had refused a 200,000 yuan "compensation" and a letter of understanding sent by Shen Wangshan.

Jiang Ruolan's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail driven into the table.

"Deputy Director Fang, do you believe these are all coincidences?"

The meeting room was so quiet you could hear everyone breathing.

Qin Chuan finally spoke, his tone unhurried, as if discussing a purely business matter:

"Director Jiang, the connections you mentioned are indeed noteworthy, but investigations rely on evidence. Both parties involved in the fight in the east of the city have been apprehended and their testimonies are consistent; there were indeed pry marks at the scene of the burglary at Vice President Qian's house; the van involved in the incident has been burned, and its origin cannot be traced at the moment."

These cases require joint investigation, which necessitates time and supporting evidence. Without direct evidence, hastily linking them to the Fengmao Group or the Zhao Biao case would likely be inappropriate.

Jiang Ruolan turned to look at him, her gaze calm but sharp:

"Deputy Director Qin, who said these cases were to be linked to Fengmao?"

Qin Chuan's expression froze for a moment.

He realized he had made another mistake—Jiang Ruolan had never mentioned the word "Fengmao" from beginning to end; it was he who brought it up.

"I was just saying, if we're going to merge them—" Qin Chuan tried to salvage the situation.

"I didn't say anything about collusion," Jiang Ruolan interrupted him.

"I'm just saying, these three things happened almost simultaneously, it's too much of a coincidence. A veteran police officer should have an instinctive sensitivity to such coincidences. Deputy Director Fang and Deputy Director Qin are both veteran police officers, where did your sensitivity go?"

No one responded.

Fang Xuewen lowered his head to drink tea, Qin Chuan's gaze shifted to the window, Zheng Yuanchao's fingers tapped lightly on the table, Liao Yuhua took off his glasses and wiped them with the corner of his clothes, and Sun Ping held her breath.

Jiang Ruolan didn't press the matter further, but instead changed direction:

The victim of the hit-and-run is named Chen Kexin, 14 years old, a second-year junior high school student at Yi'an No. 1 Middle School. She is currently being treated at the Municipal People's Hospital for intracranial hemorrhage, and her life hangs in the balance. Her father, Chen Desheng, was threatened by Zhao Biao three days ago after his shop was vandalized in the street.

Chen Desheng didn't sign the letter of understanding yesterday, and today his daughter was hit by a car. She paused, her gaze sweeping across everyone's faces. "I'll personally oversee this case."

The traffic police detachment, the criminal investigation detachment, and all relevant personnel are fully mobilized. I need results within 48 hours. Anyone who holds us back will be summoned for questioning.

Fang Xuewen's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately he didn't.

Qin Chuan's expression turned grim. He wasn't afraid of Jiang Ruolan—in Yi'an, no one could frighten him. But he clearly realized one thing: this woman didn't play by the rules.

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