A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 1542 A Strong Wind and Rain Make for Good Work! (Please Subscribe!)

Back at the hotel, Hua Shier sent Kun Ge and Haozi away, then turned and knocked on the door of An Jialu and Lin Yujing's room on the same floor. Inside, Xu Pingqiu was also there. Lin Yujing's eyes were red, indicating she had just finished crying.

Hua Shier waved to Xu Pingqiu first: "Old Xu, you've come at the right time. I have something to report to you."

Without further ado, he sat down on the sofa, turned his head to look at Lin Yujing, and put on that smug smile again:

"Big-breasted lady, why are your eyes so red? Did you do something wrong and get criticized by Old Xu?"

Before Lin Yujing could react, he had already turned to Xu Pingqiu and said in a serious tone:

"Old Xu, I'm not trying to be mean, but there's an old saying: 'Big breasts, no brains.' If Big-Breasted Sister does anything wrong, you have to understand—after all, her situation is a congenital deficiency..."

"Your remaining crimes!"

Lin Yujing's eyes were red-rimmed, and she clenched her fists, looking like she was about to bite someone.

An Jialu scolded, "Yu Zui, it's not what you said! Sister Lin did it because of something else."

As she spoke, she smelled alcohol on Hua Shier, and quickly tried to smooth things over for him:

"Sister Lin, Yu Zui has been drinking, please don't take it to heart."

As she spoke, she casually poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Hua Shier. Her movements were natural and efficient, giving her the air of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

Xu Pingqiu, who was standing next to Hua Twelve, also glared at him fiercely.
"Stop talking nonsense, kid. Tell me, what new developments do you have to report? After you finish, I also have something to tell you."

Hua Shier then stopped joking and recounted the whole story that had happened at the club that night.

After he finished speaking, he leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and spoke in a nonchalant tone:

"I think this case can be declared closed."

Case closed?

The other three people in the room were all stunned.

Xu Pingqiu stared at him in disbelief: "Are you serious?"

Hua Shier took out his phone, unlocked it, and casually tossed it over: "Look at the photo album yourself. I have obtained important evidence, enough to secure Fu Guosheng's arrest."

Seeing his confident expression, Xu Pingqiu immediately picked up her phone and opened her photo album.

An Jialu leaned closer, and even Lin Yujing, who was feeling down, couldn't suppress her curiosity and got up to walk to Xu Pingqiu's side to watch together.

The next second, Xu Pingqiu's brow twitched.

The first photo in the album is a street shot, a burst of shots; I snapped over a dozen in a flash.

The photo shows a beautiful woman with a figure even more stunning than Lin Yujing's, surpassing Hai Mimi's, and outshining Ye Zimei's. She is waiting for the traffic light on the side of the road, smiling radiantly as she talks to the person next to her.

Xu Pingqiu was speechless. He had to admit that the scale of this event was indeed a miracle. But showing it to him in this setting seemed a bit disrespectful to his position as leader.

The woman with big breasts was already in a bad mood, and when she saw this photo, she immediately exploded:
"Yu Zui, how can you be so boring!"

An Jialu also raised her head, casting a faint resentment at me, her eyes clearly conveying: You treated me like that, yet you still went to film other women.

The above-mentioned inner thoughts of An Jialu were deciphered by Hua Shier in a fraction of a second using his intelligent mind, and he bears no legal responsibility for them.

He glanced at the phone screen and immediately snatched it back:
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. How could a virtuous gentleman like me, who remains unmoved by beauty, whose heart is as still as water, whose eyes do not stray, whose chastity is as pure as jade, who cannot be corrupted by wealth or beauty, possibly be tempted by mere beauty?"

None of the three spoke, their expressions were remarkably similar, a mixture of disbelief and disdain.

Hua Shier awkwardly deleted the entire set of street photos he had taken and handed the phone back.

"It's this one below. Those dozen or twenty photos from before were just quick snapshots to cover up important evidence. You have to believe me. Lin Yujing, what was that look in your eyes?"

Xu Pingqiu silently took the phone back, scrolled down, and his expression instantly froze.

Hua Shier stopped laughing and explained seriously:

“Didn’t I say that Fu Guosheng suspects that he was almost killed in the detention center by his subordinates? Tonight, he’s going to make an example of him by strangling that bald guy who stabbed him in the cell in front of all of us. These are the photos and videos I took of the scene when he wasn’t looking.”

His storage space has a unique feature—once opened, one can see out from the inside, but people outside are completely unaware of its existence.

The moment Fu Guosheng harbored murderous intent, Hua Shier used this characteristic to have his clone stand in the opened storage space and take clear pictures from beginning to end.

Xu Pingqiu flipped through the pages one by one.

In the dimly lit private room, everyone's face was clearly visible—Fu Guosheng had his hands crossed and was strangling the bald man's neck; Zheng Chao was still lying on the ground; Han Fuhu and Pei Yu were huddled in their chairs, their faces covered in blood. The last few photos showed the bald man lying on the ground, lifeless.

Hua Shier spread his hands, his tone resolute:

"Now we can completely convict Fu Guosheng of intentional homicide. He knows he's doomed, so his psychological defenses will definitely break down. With a little interrogation, it shouldn't be difficult for him to confess to 'malfeasance.' So, can we arrest him now?"

Lin Yujing suddenly widened her eyes and glared angrily at Hua Shier:
"Yu Zui, you're a police officer! Are you just going to stand by and watch Fu Guosheng kill someone?"

One sentence was enough to completely baffle the Huawei Twelve.

He slowly turned his head to look at Lin Yujing, the smile on his lips gradually fading until only cold, mocking sarcasm remained:

"Are you fucking sick? If you're so saintly, what kind of law enforcer are you? If you're out of your mind, go to the hospital and get an X-ray, okay? It's not fucking expensive. Get checked to see if there's something wrong with your brain or if you're mentally challenged or something."

He leaned forward, his voice suddenly rising:
"I'm an undercover agent! Everyone around me is a top-tier cop. You want me to reveal my identity right here and now and say, 'I'm a cop?'"

"But...but you..."

Lin Yujing's lips moved, but her voice grew softer and softer.

Her impulsive reaction was purely a police officer's instinct; she hadn't considered the issue from the perspective of Hua Shier's undercover identity. Now that she's realized it, she also feels that her reaction was somewhat inappropriate.

Xu Pingqiu was silent for a few seconds, then slowly sighed:
“Xiao Lin, many intelligence agents have to do things against their conscience when they are not in control of their own lives. It is their job and their sacrifice. I know you are upset, but Yu Zui did nothing wrong. In that situation, his life and the success or failure of the whole case were far more important than a momentary impulse.”

Hua Shier gave Xu Pingqiu a thumbs up: "Old Xu is right, that's exactly what I meant."

Xu Pingqiu looked at Lin Yujing, his tone becoming heavier and carrying more weight:
"Xiao Lin, I think today's events have really affected you. You're very emotional right now. How about you temporarily withdraw from the task force and go back to calm down?"

Lin Yujing abruptly raised her head, her face drained of all color in an instant, and her voice trembled:
"Director Xu, I apologize. I didn't understand the difficulties faced by the special agents! Please, don't make me leave the task force."

She turned around and bowed deeply to Hua Shier, her waist bent very low, her voice choked with suppressed sobs:
"Yu Zui, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. I apologize."

Hua Shier was a little confused and turned to look at Xu Pingqiu: "Old Xu, I feel like she's acting a bit strange today?"

Xu Pingqiu remained silent for a few moments, then his voice deepened:
“We’ve identified the suspect in Comrade Guan Haifei’s murder today. Xiao Lin might be a little…” “Stimulated by this?” Hua Shier suddenly realized.

Guan Haifei was one of the three special agents who had been killed earlier. He was also Lin Yujing's fiancé, and the reason why she insisted on joining the task force despite everything and vowed to bring the murderer to justice herself.

Xu Pingqiu's expression was somewhat heavy, but he still nodded.

He turned to Lin Yujing, about to speak again, "What I said just now was just a suggestion, but Xiaolin, if you still can't adjust..."

Lin Yujing abruptly raised her hand to wipe away her tears, clenching her teeth as she spat out each word:

"Director Xu, I can handle it. I promise I won't let my personal emotions affect my work again."

She took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at Xu Pingqiu with red eyes, but her gaze became serious again: "I will avenge Guan Haifei with my own hands. Not by impulse, but by evidence."

Xu Pingqiu stared at her for several seconds before finally nodding: "Okay. I'll trust you one more time."

Hua Shier was already impatient: "Old Xu, get to the point. Just tell me, is this evidence enough to convict Fu Guosheng?"

Xu Pingqiu did not rush to answer.

He lowered his eyes, flipped through the photos on his phone again, and slowly swiped his fingers across the screen.

After a long pause, he slowly shook his head:

“We can arrest Fu Guosheng, but it probably won’t be of much use to the 127 Special Case. We not only need to arrest these ‘corruption smugglers,’ but we also need to find out who their suppliers are and where the ‘corruption manufacturing’ factories are. If we arrest Fu Guosheng now, it will definitely alert them—and it will be difficult to trace them back further.”

Hua Shier didn't argue after hearing this; he simply nodded.
"Okay, I understand. But what do you think of his 'pledge of allegiance'—that I personally transport a shipment for him?"

This matter must be reported and explained clearly, otherwise, if the case is solved later and he is charged with "malfeasance," no one can stand that!
Xu Pingqiu's brows furrowed into a tight knot:
"Do you have a way to handle this? We absolutely cannot let even a single piece of stock enter the market."

Hua Shier was so angry he laughed:

"You mean if my pledge of allegiance fails, then I'll have to successfully infiltrate the enemy's ranks?"

"Old Xu, aren't your requirements for special agents a bit too high?"

Xu Pingqiu also had a headache.

If the goods cannot be delivered, the pledge of loyalty cannot be made, and Hua Twelve will not be able to penetrate the core layer.

But if the shipment actually goes through, he'll be involved in the transportation process, and the goods will enter the market. After that, it will be difficult for him to get off the coast cleanly.

Hua Shier shook his head.

That's how domestic intelligence agents are; they're always hesitant and constrained when they do things. Although he was somewhat annoyed by this, he could actually understand it.

He simply offered his own solution:

“I must deliver the goods successfully this time, otherwise Fu Guosheng will not believe me.”

Just as Xu Pingqiu was about to say something, Hua Shier waved his hand and said again:

"However, you can make preparations in advance. I will provide you with information so that our people can take down the distributors downstream and then return the goods intact!"

Xu Pingqiu's spirits lifted immediately: "How confident are you? If something goes wrong with this batch of goods and it actually gets into the market, we'll both be in big trouble. I'm not afraid to take responsibility, but you're still young."

"Don't worry about me handling things."

Hua Shier gave an OK sign, then struck a righteous pose: "I would risk my life for the benefit of my country."

Xu Pingqiu quickly stopped him: "Stop, stop, stop. I understand. Since you're confident, I'll definitely give you my full support."

After finishing the business, Xu Pingqiu took out two photos from his briefcase and placed them side by side on the coffee table:
“There’s one more thing you need to keep an eye on. These two men—” He pointed to a photo of a man with a fierce look and a shifty face, “His name is Scarface, and he’s a suspect in the murder of Comrade Guan Haifei. He’s in hiding now and very difficult to find.”

He then pointed to a chubby, fair-skinned man in another photo: "This guy is called Pinky. He used to work for Scarface. After Scarface's gang disbanded, he joined Zheng Chao. Try to see if you can get anything useful out of Pinky."

Hua Shier glanced at Lin Yujing beside him. The latter was looking at the two photos on the coffee table, her eyes filled with both restrained pain and almost burning anticipation.

Hua Shier knows perfectly well that this woman has been completely preoccupied with this matter all day.

He withdrew his gaze and nodded to Xu Pingqiu: "Okay, leave it to me."

Just as things were settled on one side, in another corner of the city, the lights were still on in the anti-smuggling brigade's office.

Jie Bing stood ramrod straight in front of the captain's desk, holding a small notebook with a leather cover in his hand, his expression solemn:
"Captain, I think there's something wrong with this Operation Storm."

The team leader was engrossed in writing a report at his desk, not even looking up: "Tell me, what's the problem?"

"Operation Storm was scheduled for the day before the typhoon, but I have reviewed the patterns of past smuggling cases and found that the day the typhoon makes landfall is the peak time for smuggling. I suggest that the operation be moved to the day the typhoon arrives."

The captain finally put down his pen, looked up at him, and gave him a half-smile:

“Jie Bing, I know you’re new here and eager to make a name for yourself. But our anti-smuggling work isn’t like a movie—you can’t just call in tanks or planes whenever you want. Every operation has costs and a budget. Without solid intelligence, who’s going to take responsibility?”

Jie Bing calmly opened the small notebook in her hand, speaking at a measured pace:
“Captain, I have evidence. I’ve discovered a major problem with this toy factory. Every time they ship, it’s delayed during stormy weather. I’m certain they’ll continue operating even with this typhoon. I’ve already installed GPS on their trucks—we’ll know immediately if there’s any activity on the day of the typhoon.”

The captain paused for a second, then slammed his hand on the table: "Nonsense! Why didn't you report this beforehand? Who gave you the right to act on your own!"

Jie Bing quickly explained, "Captain, I just felt that since we've discovered suspicious signs, we should do something about it."

"But we still have to follow the standard procedures! If you don't have concrete evidence and just suspect someone, you're going to make a mistake by installing GPS on a company's vehicles!"

The captain launched into a tirade, every word hitting the line of discipline.

Jie Bing stood still, head slightly lowered, no longer arguing back, but her eyes still held that defiant spirit.

After finishing his tirade, the captain exhaled a sigh of relief, rubbed his temples, and finally relaxed a little:
"I'm giving you a chance this time; Operation Storm can be postponed by one day. But this is a one-time exception. If you dare to act without authorization again, you're fired."

A few days passed in a flash. Hua Shier lay listlessly on his hotel bed watching TV. The screen was displaying a typhoon warning – the central wind force could reach level XX, and it was expected to make landfall on the coast in two days, reminding citizens to pay attention to safety when going out.

He was wondering why there hadn't been any response from Fu Guosheng when his phone suddenly rang. It was Old Fu.

Hua Shier answered the phone, and Fu Guosheng's beaming laughter came from the other end:
"Brother Tianlong, get ready. We're going to Zhengchao's Dahua Toy Factory in two days—it's time to get things done."

Hua Shier deliberately dragged out his words, revealing his utter reluctance: "Boss, the typhoon is coming in two days."

On the other end of the phone, Fu Guosheng chuckled softly and said unhurriedly:
"Strong winds and heavy rains are good for getting things done."

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