I handed over to another world

Chen Lin stared coldly at the pictures attached to the end of the report, finding them particularly jarring—a luxurious yacht named "Stardust Fantasy," its streamlined hull gleaming extravagantly against a backdrop of nebulae.

Chen Lin's knuckles clenched until they turned white, and the cold glint in his eyes intensified. After a long while, he slammed his hand on the control panel, his voice like thunder from ice, echoing throughout the silent command center: "Morts!"

"It seems we have no choice but to undergo a radical cure!"

"Pass on my orders, the next thing we need to do is..."

The command, like an invisible lightning bolt, instantly spread throughout the association's neural network.

The association's core financial regulatory AI, "Jin Kui," a massive and calm digital force, instantly locked onto its target within nanoseconds of receiving the instruction.

The 327 accounts spread across Interstellar Bank, cryptocurrency pools, and secret offshore trusts—from Zhang Hongyu himself to his distant relatives, and to the core accounts of those shell companies—all digital wealth was frozen as if thrown into an absolute zero ice hell, making even the flow of a single Red Dragon coin a luxury.

Almost simultaneously, several special operations teams from the association, dressed in matte black uniforms and equipped with suppression guns capable of instantly paralyzing nerves and powerful restraint fields, pounced on their respective targets like shadows.

Back in his office at the Southeast Asia Logistics Center, Zhang Hongyu was comfortably leaning back in his expensive mahogany office chair, admiring the streamlined design of a new antimatter supercar projected on a holographic screen.

What he didn't notice was that the door to the room slid open silently, and the special agents rushed in like ghosts.

Before he could even close the remaining window of the encrypted communication on the computer screen, his wrists were locked by cold force field handcuffs, and the smug smile on his face instantly froze into horror and disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, a specially made physical isolation box was opened, and the core of his precious optical brain, which contained countless secrets, was roughly pried out and stuffed inside.

"Who are you!?"

"I am Zhang Hongyu! Have you all lost your minds? How dare you rob me?!"

Zhang Hongyu shouted, but when he saw a silent special operations team member pull out a red dragon badge that was specially made in Shangdu, Zhang Hongyu immediately shut his mouth.

He knew all too well what that badge meant; it meant he had been arrested!

At this moment, similar scenes are playing out almost simultaneously in the VIP lounges of the three bustling starports and the two luxurious estates hidden in the picturesque ecosystem.

The seventeen key suspects, some chatting and laughing, others counting the rare alien artworks that had just "arrived," were all subdued in an instant amidst their astonishment.

Armed drones, like cold vultures, hovered over the wildly designed, priceless antimatter supercars in the "Stardust Fantasy" yacht, mansion, and garage, which had just been sealed with the bright red association seal.

Simultaneously, in the server rooms of shell companies scattered across several star sectors, the technical experts in the internal affairs department ruthlessly severed all physical connections and installed the storage cores in tamper-proof boxes.

Powerful cracking algorithms have begun operating, attempting to tear through those supposedly impenetrable encryption layers and mirror back up all the shady transaction records and communication information.

The subsequent silent investigation yielded overwhelming evidence, and soon all the suspects were transferred to the "Blackstone" investigation center directly under headquarters.

There are no windows here, and the walls are made of special wave-absorbing material, so that not even a trace of conventional electromagnetic waves or a weak subspace ripple can penetrate.

The suspects were placed in solitary confinement in a "silent cage," where a weak nerve-stabilizing field enveloped them to prevent self-destruction in despair and to allow them to experience fear in absolute silence.

But the real in-depth investigation has only just begun.

A joint team comprised of the association's top auditors, fund-tracking experts, and forensic specialists was deployed to "Golden Chest" to begin analyzing the frozen accounts at millisecond-level speeds, supported by the system's near-infinite computing power.

Every suspicious transfer, every nested company structure, and every clever asset transfer was meticulously investigated.

A vast, intricate, and alarming "vampire network" quickly took shape on the virtual sandbox, clearly showing how funds were greedily sucked from the veins of public finances and flowed to those extravagant symbols.

The key suspects, especially Zhang Hongyu and several of his confidants, were forced to wear cold, nerve-collecting helmets and sent to the "Logical Paradox Interrogation Room."

An invisible "logic paradox interrogation device" is activated, precisely posing sharp questions and capturing every subtle fluctuation in their cerebral cortex, every tremor and break in their logical chain.

Lies cannot hide under rigorous logical deduction and cross-verification of brainwave responses.

The confessions, filled with fear, sophistry, and breakdown, were faithfully recorded.

Testimonies, electronic footprints of fund flows, altered purchase orders and maintenance records, and even physical invoices for luxury goods paid as "kickbacks"... all the fragments were repeatedly pieced together and cross-verified.

The chain of evidence meshed together like precise gears, ultimately forming an impenetrable iron wall that not only sealed off the crimes of Zhang Hongyu and others, but also subtly pointed to the shadows that might exist at a higher level, providing protection...

After 72 hours of silent in-depth investigation, the association's official media matrix erupted like a long-suppressed volcano.

The front page of the Deep Space Daily streaming service: The print version, printed with special anti-tampering ink, meticulously details the misappropriation: "Purchase and maintenance of the 'Stardust Fantasy': 7.2 million Red Dragon Coins; Rare Zeta Crystal Sculpture Series: 1.8 million; Fraudulent contracts obtained by relatives' 'Hongyu Interstellar Logistics': 3.5 million..."

Next to it is a holographic image comparison: a glittering luxury yacht is juxtaposed with the "Anvil," a frontline frigate with a rusty hull, damaged turret skin, and in dire need of repair, the silent accusation is powerful.

The documentary "The Truth About the Insects" is being shown on holographic channels and public information screens.

The scenes shift constantly: frontline engineers are sweating profusely in the sweltering engine room, working tirelessly to repair the engine; scientists are staring intently at the data screen outside "Laboratory Zero," exhausted but focused; the "Night Watch" team is on a tense patrol along the dangerous edge of the asteroid belt—the narration is deep and powerful: "Every resource is tied to the lives of our soldiers and the survival of civilization!"

Then came the cold, hard evidence: red alerts indicating account freezes, close-ups of mansion doors sealed with tape, and warehouses piled high with luxury goods.

What follows is a blurred but audio-only interrogation clip—Zhang Hongyu's signature slick tone finally breaks down into a desperate wail: "I confess...I confess to everything..."

Finally, there was Chen Lin's recorded growl, laced with suppressed rage, upon learning of the preliminary report: "Mortelles!"

And the resolute orders he gave when he signed the launch order for "Operation Iron Broom".

In the association's press hall, Secretary-General Zhao personally chaired the relevant meeting. On the enormous holographic screen, a complex yet clearly understandable chart of fund flows resembled a treacherous spiderweb, and the list of seized assets was breathtakingly long. Secretary-General Zhao's voice was calm and powerful as he announced the preliminary investigation conclusions, each word resounding: "The association will, with the determination to eradicate all corrupt elements, eliminate them completely! This case is just the beginning!"

The "Anti-Corruption in Progress" column was forcibly pinned to the top of all internal communications and task platform homepages of the association.

The constantly updated arrest lists and case progress reports felt like a cold whip lashing at people's hearts.

The bright red hotline for reporting violations is extremely eye-catching, like a Damocles' sword hanging over everyone's head.

As the final piece of evidence was pieced together, a highly symbolic punishment unfolded in the cold depths of space.

Equipped with the latest "Klein Bottle" shields, the giant engineering barge, like a prison van transporting condemned prisoners, towed the "Stardust Fantasy," stripped of all its former glory and covered in seals, away from the bustling starport it once flaunted, and sailed towards a desolate space known as the "space graveyard," far from all flight paths.

The association's various media channels broadcast the live simultaneously.

The camera zoomed in, and Secretary-General Zhao's holographic image appeared against the backdrop of the starry sea, his face solemn like a god of judgment: "This thing, 'Stardust Fantasy,' is not a vessel for navigation, but a monument to betrayal! It sucks the blood of warriors and erodes the foundation of civilization! Today, in accordance with the Association's highest ironclad rule, it is hereby sentenced to final judgment!"

The scene shifts to a majestic frigate adjusting its posture at a safe distance, its cold cannons locked onto a symbol of former luxury.

A specially designed "Purifier" missile, trailing a pale plume of flame, silently pierced the darkness and accurately struck its target.

In the silent universe, a huge, blinding fireball suddenly erupted!

Expensive alloys, rare woods, and sophisticated equipment, along with the shell that once bore the weight of endless greed, were utterly torn apart and vaporized in the raging energy. The metallic remnants, stained a warning red, drifted and cooled slowly in the vacuum like filthy blood.

The live stream finally focused on the floating wreckage, a symbol of destruction and shame. Crimson subtitles, like bloodstained ink, were branded onto the retinas of every viewer: "Those who embezzled life-saving funds, this is their fate!"

Before the embers of "Stardust" had even cooled, Chen Lin's personal order had already been issued.

Led by Secretary-General Zhao, the team consisted of the most ruthless "black seal" from the Ministry of Supervision, the most elite "cleaners" from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the most astute "calculators" from the State Audit Office, and even several resilient and absolutely reliable elites from the newly formed "night watchmen," forming the "Iron Broom" special roving inspection team.

They will travel in the aircraft that symbolizes the highest authority of the association, to tour the entire globe and even all the major regions under the Red Dragon Association.

The first stop was the East Asia Seventh District, where Zhang Hongyu's influence was most deeply entrenched.

They will then, like a real iron broom, inspect each major war zone, important logistics hub, and site of a large scientific research project, according to the risk levels jointly assessed by the audit and intelligence departments.

This group of people is given the highest authority: they can access files from any department and at any level without any conditions; they can use top-level investigation methods, including the "logic paradox interrogation device," at any time; and they can take coercive measures on the spot against serious disciplinary violations with conclusive evidence, without having to ask for instructions at each level.

The objective is clear and ruthless: to thoroughly investigate the possible roots and protective umbrellas left by the Zhang Hongyu case, to thoroughly examine the logistics procurement and major project funding flows of various war zones, to uproot any potential parasites, and to completely eradicate this kind of corruption that erodes the foundation of civilization.

Chen Lin remained at the command center of the "Candle Dragon," like a god controlling the game of chess.

The massive battlecruiser "Arbiter" tore through the nebula like a moving steel mountain, slowly docking at "Kunlun Port," the largest starport in East Asia's Seventh District.

Its arrival was a silent declaration in itself; the cold muzzles of the cannons on the ship and the gleaming "Iron Broom" inspection team badge instantly lowered the atmosphere of the entire port to freezing point.

There was no welcoming ceremony, no high-ranking officials to greet them, only the routine guiding beams and deathly silence.

Secretary-General Zhao stepped down from the connecting passage, followed by his carefully selected team: the "Black Seal" members from the Ministry of Supervision had sharp eyes like hawks, the "Scavengers" from the Ministry of Internal Affairs walked with steady and powerful steps, the "Abacus" members from the Audit Office carried encrypted data terminals, and the elite "Night Watchmen" silently guarded his side. The eerie blue patterns flowing from the first-generation "Klein Bottle" protective suits on their bodies were particularly eye-catching in the dim light of the port, symbolizing absolute power and ruthlessness.

"All responsible persons from the Seventh District Logistics Department, Equipment Procurement Center, and Star Harbor Operations Management Bureau, bring all your department's accounts, project approval records, and supplier lists from the past three years and report to the briefing room of the 'Ruler' within one hour."

Secretary-General Zhao's voice echoed through the port's broadcasting system, cold and devoid of any warmth. He used an order, not an invitation: "Those who fail to arrive by the deadline will be treated as disobeying orders."

The order was like a boulder thrown into stagnant water.

The officials in the Seventh District, whether they had something to hide or not, felt a chill run down their spines.

They knew that this was not a routine inspection, but a "bone-scraping knife" carrying the supreme will of Chairman Chen Lin.

Many people rushed to the archives in a panic, their faces pale.

The atmosphere in the briefing room was so oppressive it felt like you could wring water out of it.

On the enormous holographic screen, the shocking image of the "Stardust Fantasy" turning into blood-red wreckage in space was playing silently on a loop—the scarlet subtitle "Those who embezzle life-saving money, this is their final resting place!" was branded into everyone's eyes like a mark.

Secretary-General Zhao sat in the main seat, not even glancing at the officials of the Seventh District below who were sitting on pins and needles.

He simply nodded slightly to the auditing "accountant" beside him.

“'Jin Gui' means data access.”

A brief order from an auditing expert.

Instantly, the main databases of the core departments of the Seventh District, such as logistics, procurement, and operations, were forcibly connected and read by the powerful system of the "Arbitrator," and a massive flow of data rolled like a waterfall on one side of the holographic screen.

The fingers of the "abbatical" users flew across the virtual keyboard, their eyes intently filtering, comparing, and marking anomalies.

"Procurement Center, Contract No. EPC-7742, 'Fortress-level' Shield Generator Procurement Contract"

Suddenly, a "calculator" spoke up, his voice calm yet like a thunderclap: "The contract amount exceeds the standard market price by 47%. The supplier, 'Star Shield Technology,' is registered in an offshore duty-free zone. According to 'Golden Chest,' its controlling shareholder is a shell company under the name of Zhang Hongyuan, Zhang Hongyu's cousin."

The purchasing center director, whose name was called out, instantly broke out in a cold sweat, opened his mouth, but no sound came out. (End of Chapter)