Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

In the small conference room of the Los Angeles Special Operations Division.

Qin Shifan looked at the documents with a solemn expression.

The secretary reported from the side: "The supplier of those two kidnappers is named Hu Yongqiang. He made a fortune selling river sand a few years ago! He's considered a local bigwig in Luocheng. He's already in the local police station. We suspect he's not the real mastermind."

Qin Shifan: "The guy who sold sand a few years ago? People like that shouldn't be short of money, so why would he kidnap a child?"

The secretary continued, "He refused to admit it, saying he wanted the police to produce the evidence."

"The information team has compiled a list of missing children cases from across the country in recent years. After excluding some other cases, there are 13 reported missing children, all of whom are eight-year-old children born on the same day, month, and year. Both boys and girls have been reported missing, and the cases have all occurred between two months ago and now!"

Qin Shifan frowned and slowly asked, "Chen Jianbin arranged for his son to take a leave of absence from school 27 days ago, very close to this time. Do you think there's a connection between the two?"

This is a superior asking a subordinate a question.

The secretary and Hongxing exchanged a glance.

Hong Xing asked, "I'm guessing you share the same birthday as Chen Jianbin's eight-year-old son?"

The secretary replied, "Yes!"

"That little girl named Mao Taimi, is she one too?"

"Yes! We were all born on the same day."

Qin Shifan immediately ordered, "This is too bizarre! We must thoroughly investigate who is behind this!"

"yes!"

Hongxing kindly reminded her, "Teacher Qin, it's getting late, let's eat first, your health is important."

"Tell them to prepare boxed lunches, I'll eat here!"

The secretary said, "That local thug who buys children is refusing to cooperate. Should we use some methods that aren't allowed to be broadcast on TV?"

Qin Shifan said sternly, "Bring that local thug from the police station. I want to question him personally! I need to see him within twenty minutes!"

"yes!"

"etc!"

The secretary stopped in her tracks, then turned around: "Teacher, please speak."

"Send Men Gun, the leader of Group Two, to arrest people according to his style! Don't worry about procedural handover."

The secretary understood immediately: "Yes!" and ran out!

"Let the man with the gun be!"

"Huh? Oh, okay!"

……

Luocheng Branch Case Handling Center.

Inside the detention cell, Hu Yongqiang sat on a metal chair, his attitude unusually arrogant through the stainless steel grille.

"I want to see my lawyer! I want Attorney Bai from the West Side Law Firm; I want him to be my defense attorney!"

According to regulations, a suspect has the right to hire a designated lawyer, provided that the opposing lawyer agrees.

The two police officers sitting opposite him remained expressionless. One of them nodded and said, "Okay."

"I'm thirsty, I need water!" Hu Yongqiang shouted.

"Damn it, I don't want cold water! I want coffee!"

"One person from the old tire factory went insane, and another died. They're framing me for human trafficking. Do you have any evidence?"

"Based on just a few phone calls, on the testimony of a madman?"

"I suspect that Gao Lao Er deliberately poured dirty water on my head!"

"I feel dizzy, I need to go to the hospital for a checkup. You used violence when you handcuffed me! I want to see your Chief Liu, and have Liu Zhilian come here. I want to file a complaint against you for abusing your power!"

"Did you hear that?!"

Hu Yongqiang roared wildly, as if he were fearless.

A police officer said in a deep voice, "We know you have powerful connections, but we still need to follow the rules step by step. Chief Liu is on his way here, so please keep quiet. This isn't Hong Kong!"

At this moment, the door to the interrogation room was pushed open, and Director Liu followed behind, covered in sweat.

Hu Yongqiang suppressed his joy and quickly cried out, "Uncle, they're mistreating me!"

Director Liu roared, "Who's your uncle?! Do you think we're that close?! Shut up!"

Hu Yongqiang was taken aback. "Oh, I forgot how to address someone by their job title!"

He cleared his throat and declared loudly, "I am one of the city's top ten outstanding entrepreneurs and a major taxpayer for three consecutive years. I demand treatment commensurate with my status!"

Three tall men in black Zhongshan suits, exuding a cool and aloof demeanor, entered through the door.

The leader was tall and imposing; he was the leader of the second special operations team, codenamed "Muffled Blow".

Men Gun is one of Qin Shifan's most capable henchmen. In order to hone his courage, he applied to be executed by firing squad at the grassroots level and traveled all over the country! He is decisive and efficient in his work and doesn't like to talk much!

The man with the blunt weapon said coldly, "He's Hu Yongqiang?"

Director Liu nodded, "Yes, yes."

"take away."

"Quickly! Cooperate quickly."

The two police officers were momentarily confused, but seeing that their superiors had given the order, they opened the small iron gate without hesitation.

Hu Yongqiang shouted, "Who are you people?"

Men Gun flashed his badge, and the latter squinted, not quite seeing it clearly, but the large national emblem was very shiny. He assumed it was someone from the branch office or the city bureau.

"Which unit are you from? Who is the supervisor in charge? Does working at a branch office mean you can come to work without a uniform? Don't you have any semblance of being a public servant?"

Director Liu shouted angrily, "Shut up!! Come with them!"

Hu Yongqiang clung to the railing, acting like a thug, "That won't do. He's not in uniform. According to regulations, they can't arrest me! Has Attorney Bai arrived yet?"

He pulled a gun from his waist!

Everyone was stunned. He just pulled out a gun without saying a word? Is this still in China?

The man calmly said, "I now suspect you are an American spy. After three warnings, kill you on the spot!"

Hu Yongqiang's eyes widened: "No, wait a minute, wait a minute..."

"First warning."

"Hey! Is there no law left... is there...?"

"Second warning."

"What the hell?!"

With a clang! The slingshot was cocked, head tilted, and with practiced ease, a professional shooting motion was executed, aiming—

"Warning number three..."

"No, no!! I was wrong, I'll go with you." Hu Yongqiang covered his head with his hands and squatted down.

"Walk."

Hu Yongqiang's face turned deathly pale, and his legs went weak. In fact, he had almost gone mad the moment the other party openly pulled out a gun. "I...I can't move my legs..."

Two special agents grabbed him and dragged him out.

A black SUV was parked at the entrance. Qin Shifan's secretary was standing in front of the car, looking at his phone alarm. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw Mengun leading his men out. The secretary took out 200 yuan from his pocket and reluctantly stuffed it into Mengun's shirt pocket.

"You win."

On the surface, he remained calm, but his numerous micro-expressions revealed that he was enjoying himself immensely.

After the group got into the car, Men Gun glanced at the time.

"Old Qin said there are only 3 minutes left, it's too late."

The passenger in the front seat was Qin Shifan's secretary, who quickly said, "Teacher Qin was just saying. We'll be passing through the city, so being a few minutes late won't be a problem."

Muffled Blow: "No! This is a matter of principle. You guys better hold on tight."

The secretary seemed to know this guy very well, and exclaimed in surprise, "I'm an office worker, I can't compare to you soldiers, I'll call a Didi Chuxing (ride-hailing service)."

As he was about to open the car door, there was a loud bang—the passenger door had locked from the inside!

"It's too late."

With a roar, the accelerator was floored! The car shot forward.

The secretary quickly fastened her seatbelt.

The car sped along, and the driver's skillful driving technique surprised everyone. The car passed through all green lights without any obstacles.

"Did you arrange this?"

The secretary muttered to herself, "Red Star must have made preparations in advance."

"Hey! Slow down! There's no rush!"

The secretary screamed, "Ahhh!! There's a sharp turn ahead! This car has high ground clearance, it'll flip over!"

He recalled a TV series where an official surnamed Li made a phone call that made a normally congested road pass through smoothly for more than ten minutes.

This is the power of the Wood Demon!

At this moment, Muffled Gun pressed the accelerator even harder, and two minutes later, he drifted to a stop in front of the Secret Service.

The secretary was an office worker; he got out of the car looking very unwell.

Men Gun took out a few preserved plum candies from his pocket and handed them over: "Eating something sour will make you feel better."

The secretary spat as she gave the middle finger.

"Holy crap! Holy crap!"

Two colleagues in the back seat had already helped Hu Yongqiang upstairs.

Before even getting on the bus, Hu Yongqiang was so frightened that he could barely walk. His legs were weak, and his shoes were dragging on the ground, making him stagger.

Small meeting room on the second floor.

"Teacher, finish the task 37 seconds ahead of schedule," said Mung Bun.

Qin Shifan ate heartily; the table was covered with boxed lunches, and Hong Xing and another expert who was specifically responsible for questioning were also eating with him.

"Not bad."

Muffled Blow: "Teacher has a good appetite, huh?"

Qin Shifan: "It's been a long time since I've eaten here."

Hu Yongqiang collapsed to the ground and noticed that the people around him were very respectful to the gray-haired old man eating his boxed lunch.

Qin Shifan pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth:

"Tell me everything you know, your boss, his purpose, I need to know every detail."

Hu Yongqiang had given up on trying to use his connections to smooth things over. He was confused and his expression became blank. Were these people secret agents?

Men Gun took out his phone, set a 20-minute alarm, and waved the screen at Hu Yongqiang: "If you don't finish speaking before the alarm rings, your head will be cracked open!"

The next moment, Mengun pulled out his gun and slammed it on the table with a loud bang!

"Ah~~ Ah~~" Hu Yongqiang was so scared he almost cried.

"Cry? Crying counts as time!"

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PS: I'll update one chapter now, and there will be another one before 12 o'clock. I had some things to take care of at home today, so I was delayed.