You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 97 Defiant Crime!

Dong'an City.

Six o'clock in the morning.

If you stand in the water conservancy bureau building next door and look down, you can see four alleys below, which look like a person's outstretched arms and legs, converging on a main road.

This area is interconnected and crisscrossed, with the main road leading out from the alleyways.

On both sides of the road are a post office, a jewelry store, a large clothing store, and a large department store.

These four alleys are named Xiama Hutong, Yanzi Lane, Mopan Village, and Liushu Hutong.

At this moment, He Jinbo and five others gathered in Xiama Hutong on the left and sat in front of a breakfast stall.

As dawn broke, people streamed out of the alleyways to go to work, mostly by bicycle or on foot.

He Jinbo took a bite of the fried dough stick and said, "According to feedback from the Dong'an Municipal Bureau, Zhang Tianqiao lived in Xiama Hutong before he went to prison. At that time, he was working at an agricultural machinery factory, and the factory's staff dormitory was located in the hutong."

Zheng Kang took a sip of soy milk: "Shall we go inside and ask about the situation later?"

He Jinbo nodded: "However, the agricultural machinery factory has long since closed down, but the old employees still live there. At that time, Zhang Tianqiao did not allocate welfare housing."

Jiang Jianbing glanced at the hair salons in the alley. At this time, the salons hadn't opened yet, and the light boxes in front of their doors were still off.

Xu Guoliang glanced at him and said, "Stop looking. These hair salons won't open until noon. I'm thinking that if we keep checking like this, we'll probably run ourselves ragged."

Zheng Kang said, "Can you think of any other way?"

Xu Guoliang replied, "At the very least, the Dong'an Municipal Bureau should send us a few people who are familiar with the local situation."

He Jinbo shook his head: "They are too busy to take care of themselves right now. I heard from the Wen detachment that they have been having a meeting since early this morning. I think that in another hour or so, the joint defense teams will be out on the streets posting wanted notices."

Yang Jinwen finished his soy milk and wiped his mouth. "Shall we start by checking out breakfast stalls, snack shops, or convenience stores?"

He Jinbo nodded: "I think that's a good idea. Let's split into two groups, with each group investigating one alley. We should be able to finish in a day."

"Alright then." Xu Guoliang stood up.

After paying the bill, He Jinbo took out a photocopy of the bill from his pocket, took out a pen, and asked the boss to write a receipt so he could take it back to his company for reimbursement later.

Zheng Kang, Jiang Jianbing, and Yang Jinwen went to visit Yanzi Lane.

He Jinbo, Xu Guoliang, and Maozi began their investigation from Xiama Hutong.

He Jinbo gave a final instruction: "Remember, if you really find the person, don't act rashly, don't be reckless, and don't think about the promotion that Director Yang mentioned. Notify me immediately, and I will then notify the Dong'an City Bureau!"

These three thugs not only had guns, but they were Type 56 rifles. You should understand what that means.

Everyone nodded and glanced at Yang Jinwen.

Yang Jinwen shrugged: "Don't look at me like that, I never fight a battle I'm not sure I can win."

Zheng Kang led his men to the main road, crossed the street, and headed towards Yanzi Lane.

The situation in Yanzi Lane is much better than in Xiama Hutong. The road in the hutong is six meters wide, and there are grain and oil shops, hardware stores, clothing stores and so on on both sides.

But none of these shops are open yet; there are only a few breakfast stalls scattered around the alley.

Jiang Jianbing walked over and said to the shop owner, "Uncle, I have something to ask you..."

He took out photos of Zhang Tianqiao, Li Tianquan, and Yong Wancai. These photos were all printed on a single sheet of paper and were black and white.

Have you seen these three people before?

The boss didn't even look up: "Never seen it before."

"No, you didn't even glance at it!"

The boss glanced at it impatiently and said dismissively, "Never seen it before."

"Hey, you!" Jiang Jianbing was about to explode, but after thinking for a moment, he took out his wallet: "A steamed bun, please." The shopkeeper, upon hearing this, beamed and asked, "Meat or vegetarian?"

"Meaty."

"Pork and scallion filling, three cents. Is one bun enough to fill you up?"

Jiang Jianbing ignored him. He handed the other man 50 cents, received 20 cents in change, took a small bun wrapped in a piece of newspaper, and then showed him the portrait again: "Now, have you seen it?"

The boss looked very carefully this time, then shook his head: "Never seen it before."

Jiang Jianbing sighed, turned around, and saw Zheng Kang and Yang Jinwen standing in front of another food stall, both taking out their wallets.

Around noon, the two groups gathered for lunch. They hadn't found anything and were somewhat disheartened. After lunch, they continued their visits.

11:20 a.m.

Dong'an City, Dabeijie Savings Office.

The guard, Gu Manjun, stood outside the door, smoking a cigarette while gazing at the sky.

The midday sun was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

Just then, someone patted him on the shoulder, and Gu Manjun turned around.

"Old Gu, I'm going to pee."

Gu Manjun cursed, "How many times have you made this trip?"

The man chuckled and said, "You know I always take a dump around this time."

"Okay, you go."

Gu Manjun turned around and walked into the savings bank.

This is a small savings bank with two guards and only about ten staff members.

It's almost lunchtime, and there's no one left in the lobby or at the counter.

Behind the iron fence, bank employees were counting the deposits they had taken in that morning. After counting, they put the cash into the iron box at their feet, which was then locked by the manager and placed in the safe room.

This amount of money isn't much; if it were a large sum, it would have to be transported away that very night.

Gu Manjun strolled around in front of the counter, his hands behind his back, holding a police baton, and gently tapping his thigh.

In another half hour, the savings bank will be closed for lunch and will not reopen until 1:30.

Every day at noon, Gu Manjun would go to the snack shop next door to eat a bowl of noodles.

But today is different. My daughter is on summer vacation, and for the first time ever, she's cooking a big lunch for him. She'll be taking the bus over soon to bring him his meal.

Thinking of his daughter, Gu Manjun felt a warm current in his heart, and he sighed with emotion at how his child had grown up.

Gu Manjun stepped to the door, looked at the road outside, and thought to himself that if his daughter could come earlier, he could take her to the department store to buy a schoolbag after dinner.

This is something my daughter has been longing for for a long time.

Just then, two motorcycles suddenly came from his right. Because the sunlight was too bright and he was thinking about all sorts of things, he didn't notice them for a moment.

After the motorcycle stopped, he could see clearly that three men wearing black hooded masks quickly got off.

One of them was holding a long stick wrapped in a red cloth. He quickly ran up the steps and kicked at Gu Manjun.

The other two men pulled out pistols from behind their backs; one rushed forward, while the other turned to look at the situation on the street.

Before Gu Manjun could react, he was kicked into the savings bank.

Immediately afterwards, a rough voice shouted, "Don't move! Don't move! Anyone who dares to move, I'll kill them!"

(End of this chapter)