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

Ding Yizhen turned her head to look over.

The background of the picture is a dark sea and the deck of a large cargo ship.

The powerful searchlights illuminated the entire deck.

The arrogant Zhao Ruilong was lying on the uneven steel plate.

The back of the Zhao family's eldest son's head was being firmly stepped on by a special forces boot.

That usually arrogant face was completely distorted, pressed tightly against the oil-stained metal grille.

His expensive custom-made suit was torn to shreds, his mouth was half-open, he was missing two molars, and his jaw looked completely dislocated.

His hands were handcuffed behind his back and his feet were shackled with heavy leg irons.

It could be as terrible as it gets.

Ding Yizhen, who was originally leaning back in his chair, leaned forward straight up, his face almost touching the photograph.

The heavy shackles on his lower body made a series of clanging metallic noises.

How is that possible!

Wasn't Young Master Zhao supposed to be in Hong Kong to avoid trouble? How did he end up in such a sorry state, being trampled on the deck?

The official logic that Ding Yizhen was so proud of completely collapsed.

Even Zhao Lichun's own son, the top official in Handong, was beaten to a pulp by these soldiers. So what is he, the deputy mayor, compared to them?

Li Dakang can even cut ties with his ex-wife, so expecting him to save you is just wishful thinking.

The Zhao family, that big tree, has fallen.

These soldiers don't care about bureaucratic maneuvering; they just come in with a crushing blow, flipping the table right away.

Ding Yizhen's hands began to tremble.

The iron chain swayed wildly.

"Commander...commander, I'll tell you everything you want to hear, I'll confess everything!"

He looked up at the major, tears and snot streaming down his face.

That haughty, official demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by a begging, stray dog.

"If I cooperate with the investigation, can that be considered a major meritorious service? Can you leave me a way out?"

The major pulled out a chair and sat down.

"That depends on whether what you vomit up is worth your life."

"Worth it! Absolutely worth it!"

Ding Yizhen was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, the other party would break him, so he poured out beans while panting and coughing.

"Many projects in Handong are not subject to normal bidding processes."

"The Guangming Peak project is just a shell; the water inside is too deep."

He swallowed.

"The Zhao family business has a special white glove: Liu Xinjian, chairman of Handong Oil and Gas Group!"

"When Zhao Lichun was the secretary of the provincial party committee, Liu Xinjian was his full-time secretary. This man controlled all of the Zhao family's financial resources."

The sergeant next to him, who was in charge of taking notes, was typing rapidly on the keyboard.

Seeing that the officer didn't react in any particular way, Ding Yizhen felt even more uncertain.

Simply bringing up Liu Xinjian would probably not be enough to quell the situation.

He needs to come up with a bombshell that can save his life.

"besides!"

The old man leaned forward, and the chains rattled again.

"In recent years, Zhao's top officials have transferred a large amount of funds overseas, and this money does not go through conventional underground banks at all."

The major stopped tapping his fingers on the table.

"continue."

Ding Yizhen quickly followed up on the topic.

"That was a dedicated smuggling route, a special channel hidden deep within customs."

"Every so often, a fixed number of ocean-going cargo ships will set sail under the guise of carrying special supplies."

"They transported not only money, but also gold."

Ding Yizhen licked her dry lips.

"Liu Xinjian is the most insidious. He had shell companies under the oil and gas group purchase rare earth minerals, pack them in containers, and send them overseas to earn foreign exchange."

"Zhao Lichun used his power to grant this batch of goods the highest level of exemption from inspection."

"Even the customs anti-smuggling bureau doesn't dare touch these containers."

"Hundreds of billions of yuan in state-owned assets were all smuggled out by them!"

The air in the interrogation room became extremely oppressive.

The sergeant, who was typing on the keyboard, stopped and picked up a spare pen and paper to start writing notes by hand.

A layer of dense sweat appeared on his forehead and trickled down his cheeks.

These local officials who talk about dedication on TV are actually engaged in businesses that will lead to their extinction.

My palms were completely wet; sweat seeped into the pen handle, making it slippery and hard to hold.

The sergeant pressed down hard on the pen tip.

Click.

The pen tip left a long, deep mark on the paper.

The nature of the matter has completely changed.

Using state power to smuggle rare minerals and giving preferential treatment to interest groups is blatant treason.

The soundproofing in the monitoring room is excellent.

The only sounds inside were the cacophony of voices coming from a loudspeaker.

Ding Yizhen's undignified pleading for mercy inside was clearly captured by the security camera in the corner.

To save his own life, this old bastard practically stripped the Zhao faction of their very clothes.

Zhou Weiguo stood pressed against the one-way glass, his training uniform already soaked with cold sweat.

Sweat streamed down my spine, making me feel extremely uncomfortable and chilly.

Listen to the words that come out of it.

Special customs clearance channels, shell companies of oil and gas groups, smuggling of rare earth minerals for foreign exchange, and the transfer of huge sums of money, amounting to tens of billions of yuan.

This is not economic development at all.

This is nothing but a bunch of robbers dressed in respectable suits, treating the country's resources like their own ATMs.

These guys sell the country's assets by the pound to outsiders without even blinking an eye.

For them, assets worth tens or hundreds of billions are as easy as buying cabbage.

He raised his arm and hastily wiped the water droplets that had appeared on his forehead with his sleeve.

The deputy commander turned to look at the person next to him.

Shen Zhongzheng stood ramrod straight with his hands behind his back, his pine-green casual clothes without a single wrinkle.

The young major general did not even change his breathing rate.

Quietly watching the deputy mayor break down in tears on the other side of the glass.

Judging from the way they acted, hearing about that shocking news worth hundreds of billions was no different from hearing about the price drop of cucumbers in the vegetable market.

Such composure and ease are truly admirable.

The entire incident was part of someone else's scheme from beginning to end.

When the plan was to scramble fighter jets to intercept that civilian airliner, many people privately felt that it was too radical.

The attempt to catch a corrupt deputy mayor caused such a huge international uproar and even resulted in disciplinary action.

Zhou Weiguo was also apprehensive at the time, concluding that his superior had taken an extremely risky step.

Now it seems that I was simply too ignorant.

This is not how you investigate and punish corrupt officials.

This is equivalent to tightly holding back a human-shaped nuclear bomb that could blow up the political scene in Handong at any time.

If that old bastard really gets away, all the traitorous secrets behind this will be buried deep in the sea, with no way to prove it.

Awe and fervor intertwined in Zhou Weiguo's mind.

The rapid heartbeat made him feel that working for such a big shot was a blessing he had earned eight lifetimes ago.

Zhao Lichun and his gang spend their days playing power games and scheming in Handong, thinking they have the game under complete control.

Chief Shen didn't play by the rules at all; he personally overturned the table and threw the mahjong tiles in their faces.

The listening equipment was still running tirelessly.

He walked to the table, pulled over a folding chair, and sat down.

"Stop recording and archiving all electronic evidence."

The technician next to him, who was in charge of operating the equipment, immediately started typing on the keyboard, encrypting the confidential audio files multiple times.

If these documents were to leak out, the provincial party committee compound in Handong Province would probably be so short of a gatekeeper that it wouldn't even be able to gather enough people to guard it by tomorrow.

Zhou Weiguo locked the videotape in the safe and turned the combination lock twice.

"Commander, isn't this a bit too ruthless of us?"

"That old fellow Li Dakang is probably hiding under the covers right now, plotting how to completely sever ties with Ding Yizhen."

"If he finds out that Ding Yizhen has given all his assets to the army, the secretary of the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee will probably have to buy a standing ticket and run away overnight."