Attending ex-girlfriend's wedding, arresting the groom's officer on the spot

The two bodyguards at the club entrance were still yawning when suddenly two dark figures covered their mouths and noses. Before they could make a sound, they were knocked to the ground. One team successfully secured the back door, while the second team successfully infiltrated the monitoring room, subdued the staff on duty, and cut off communication between the inside and outside of the club.

Lu Chuan led four teams of team members, armed with shields and assault rifles, and quickly rushed to the top floor. The elevator had been shut off beforehand, so they had to climb the stairs on foot. On each floor, the team members remained highly vigilant, their guns pointed forward. When they reached the top floor, the heavy, ornate doors were tightly shut, and they could hear seductive music and laughter coming from inside.

Lu Chuan signaled his team to prepare, then kicked open the door violently. The loud crash startled those inside. Li Biao, who was indulging in debauchery, turned deathly pale upon seeing the armed police. "Li Biao, you are suspected of intentional homicide. You are hereby arrested according to the law!" Lu Chuan's voice boomed like a bell.

Li Biao reacted with lightning speed, reaching for the gun at his waist. In a flash, a SWAT officer pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. Other officers swarmed in, expertly handcuffing him. Li Biao struggled frantically, shouting, "Why are you arresting me? I'll sue you!" But his cries were utterly powerless in the face of cold reality.

As he was being put into the police car, Li Biao continued to threaten, "Do you know who I am? If you dare to touch me, you'll all end up in trouble!" The police car sped away, heading straight for the Criminal Investigation Division.

In the interrogation room, Li Biao was handcuffed to the interrogation chair, still looking arrogant: "Show me whatever evidence you have, don't try to scare me here!" Lu Chuan calmly presented Tian Feng's recorded confession, photos of Li Jianguo's body, and physical evidence from the crime scene to him one by one.

"Tian Feng has already confessed, and you still want to deny it?" Lu Chuan's eyes were like sharp swords fixed on Li Biao. "Skimming materials, murder to cover up your crimes—the evidence is irrefutable."

Li Biao's expression began to shift between anger and uncertainty, but he still forced a smile: "That brat Tian Feng is spouting nonsense! I didn't do any of those things!"

Lu Chuan sneered and pulled up the surveillance footage, which clearly showed Li Biao's subordinate Wang Qiang and Tian Feng frequently in contact before and after the incident. "How do you explain this?" Lu Chuan questioned.

Li Biao's psychological defenses began to crumble, cold sweat beading on his forehead, but he still refused to confess. The interrogators employed psychological tactics, constantly pressuring him while presenting more and more evidence. As time ticked by, faced with overwhelming evidence, Li Biao gradually lost the courage to resist.

"Fine, I admit it!" Li Biao suddenly broke down, shouting, "I was the one who made Wang Qiang kill Li Jianguo, and I was the one who made Tian Feng help dispose of the body! That kid knows too much; keeping him alive is just a menace!"

Li Biao slumped in the interrogation chair, the metal handcuffs gleaming coldly under the dim light. His Adam's apple bobbed as if he were swallowing invisible shackles. "That afternoon at three o'clock, Tian Feng called me, his voice trembling like a leaf, saying that Li Jianguo had evidence of shoddy workmanship and demanded five million yuan in hush money." He suddenly threw his head back and laughed, a laugh filled with a desperate, reckless madness. "Five million? I'll give him face!" The air conditioner in the interrogation room hummed slightly, but Li Biao's voice grew clearer: "I had Wang Qiang prepare the tools: an iron bar, wires, and hydraulic shears. At eight o'clock that evening, Tian Feng arranged to meet Li Jianguo on the top floor of the Haorui Building. Wang Qiang and I hid in the ventilation ducts beforehand; it was so stuffy in there, you could hardly breathe, and the smell of rust seeped into your throat." His fingers unconsciously dug into the edge of the chair, leaving several crescent-shaped marks.

"At 9:07, Li Jianguo appeared. He was wearing a black trench coat, waving a USB drive in his hand, and cursing under his breath." Li Biao's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had returned to that bloody night. "Tian Feng tried to stall for time, saying that the money was in the car and that he should wait a while. How shrewd was Li Jianguo? He grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it over Tian Feng's head on the spot."

Wang Qiang's intervention became the turning point. "Wang Qiang pounced on Li Jianguo from behind and smashed the iron rod hard on the back of his head. The sound was like smashing a watermelon." Li Biao's description became more and more detailed, even the sound of him swallowing became heavy. "Li Jianguo fell to the ground and was still convulsing. Wang Qiang hit him twice more, and his brains splattered everywhere. Tian Feng was so scared that he wet his pants and collapsed in the corner, only able to cry."

The process of disposing of the body was full of details. "We used hydraulic shears to break all of Li Jianguo's fingers, just so he couldn't scratch and leave evidence." Li Biao's voice was devoid of any emotion. "The electrical wires were used to fake an electrocution scene. They were wrapped around his wrists and electrified, and the body even started smoking. The most troublesome part was dismembering the body. When the hydraulic device was pressed down, there was the sound of bones cracking." He suddenly gagged violently, but nothing came out.

The plan to frame Zhou Mingyuan was meticulously crafted. "Finding a scapegoat is too easy. Just grab any homeless man of similar build from the streets, dress him in Zhou Mingyuan's clothes, and put on cufflinks." Li Biao's lips curled into a sinister smile. "That kid Zhou Mingyuan has something on Tian Feng, so we'll use this opportunity to make him take the blame. We deliberately left his fingerprints at the scene and even had Tian Feng forge several phone records."

The air in the interrogation room seemed to freeze. "When we disposed of the body, we stuffed the body parts into black plastic bags and threw them down the drainpipe." Li Biao's eyes were vacant. "One piece got stuck in the pipe, and Wang Qiang had to chop it off with a fire axe for a long time. It was drizzling that night, and blood mixed with rainwater flowed all the way down."

As his confession drew to a close, Li Biao suddenly looked up, a flicker of fear in his eyes: "I know I was wrong, but things have come to that point, and there's no stopping it." His voice trailed off, eventually fading into the silence of the interrogation room, while the bloody details, like sharp steel needles, pierced the hearts of everyone present.

Three days after Li Biao was arrested, on a gloomy afternoon, the wind carrying a light drizzle blew across the 32nd-floor rooftop of the Haorui Building, making the police tape flutter loudly. Li Biao, handcuffed and shackled, was escorted by four special police officers up the rusty metal steps. When his gaze fell upon the outline of bloodstains covered in white paint at the elevator machine room entrance, his knees suddenly buckled, and he was forcibly supported by the special police to prevent himself from falling to the ground.

"Let's begin, starting with how Li Jianguo got upstairs." Lu Chuan's voice mingled with the sound of the wind as he pushed the recording pen in front of him. Li Biao's Adam's apple bobbed, his chestnut-colored hair plastered to his forehead by raindrops. "That night at nine o'clock, Tian Feng lied to me, saying he was handing over evidence on the rooftop..." His fingers twitched unconsciously, the metal shackles clinking crisply. "Li Jianguo was very wary, clutching a beer bottle the whole time, and immediately started cursing Tian Feng as a coward." (End of Chapter)