Courtyard House: I, the eldest son of the Jia family, have returned from the battlefield.

However, the arrest operation was difficult to carry out without the cooperation of the person in charge, so he had to suppress his emotions and silently follow behind Li Huaide toward the office at the end of the corridor.

As Yang Weimin was engrossed in reviewing documents, a knock on the door interrupted his concentration.

Looking up, he saw Li Huaide and Jia Dongming standing side by side outside the door. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly smiled and stood up to greet them: "What rare guests! Old Li, Section Chief Jia, what brings you here today? Please come in and have a seat."

Before Li Huaide could speak, Jia Dongming had already taken half a step forward, his tone respectful but direct: "Director Yang, I'm sorry to bother you."

The main reason I need to speak with you is because I have an urgent matter that requires my personal attention, which is why I'm asking Deputy Factory Director Li for an introduction.

Yang Weimin's gaze lingered on Jia Dongming's face for half a second, his smile unwavering: "Section Chief Jia, you're too kind."

Actually, as soon as the department's notice arrived, the factory's Party Committee planned to hold a formal welcome party for you.

However, the factory has a lot of work to do recently, and both Secretary Cai and Minister Chen are away on business trips, so I asked Comrade Huai De to receive them on my behalf.

I was planning to hold the ceremony when they returned—”

"Director Yang,"

Jia Dongming cut off the conversation, his expression calm, "Now the whole country is advocating for frugality, so let's avoid those formalities if possible."

Yang Weimin smiled, not continuing the topic, and instead asked, "You said you had something urgent to report, what exactly happened?"

Jia Dongming's face suddenly darkened.

He turned and walked to the door, opened it and glanced outside, then closed the door and returned to his desk, lowering his voice: "Director Yang, according to the evidence we have, enemy agents have infiltrated the factory."

"Currently, the comrades from the Dongcheng branch have secretly entered the factory."

We now need your assistance to capture this group in one fell swoop.

Yang Weimin's smile froze instantly.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice trembling with disbelief: "Section Chief Jia... this is no joke."

Are you sure?

"Absolutely true."

Every word Jia Dongming spoke was like a nail driven into wood: "This group of people used their identities in the factory as cover to dig a tunnel from the abandoned house behind the special workshop, which led directly to the underground of the workshop."

They planted the explosives, planning to detonate them tonight.

Yang Weimin's back was instantly covered in a layer of cold sweat.

He instinctively gripped the pen in his hand, his previous composure completely gone: "What do you need me to do?"

Jia Dongming stared at the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, speaking steadily but clearly: "We have identified Zhou Xudong as the leader of this group."

Also included was Chen Jianfei from the security department, and three security guards.

In addition, there were nine enemy agents scattered in different workshops.

"The security department has secretly taken control of an inside agent."

The police originally wanted to make the arrests immediately, but considering the safety of all the factory workers, I rejected the plan to storm the factory.

Now someone needs to transfer Zhou Xudong from his post under a legitimate pretext, lure him to a controlled location, and carry out a secret arrest.

"Zhou Xudong?!"

Yang Weimin jumped up from his chair, his voice rising in shock, "Section Chief Jia, you can't just say things like that! Are you sure you can believe it?"

Jia Dongming nodded slowly, his gaze as firm as iron: "The police officers are waiting in Deputy Factory Director Li's office right now."

I will have them come over later to explain Ming to you in detail.

Next, you'll need to ask Zhou Xudong to come to your office under the pretext of discussing production tasks—once he steps through this door, the rest is up to us.

Yang Weimin slumped back into his chair.

He knew better than anyone that if the special workshop were bombed, his time as factory director would be over.

A few seconds of silence filled the office before he finally looked up, his voice hoarse:

"good.

I will cooperate.

Jia Dongming had only been in office for three days when he cracked this major espionage case, effectively stabilizing Yang Weimin's precarious political future.

Yang Weimin was naturally filled with gratitude and immediately solemnly declared to Jia Dongming, "Section Chief Jia! I will do my utmost to assist you in any matter that requires my cooperation."

Jia Dongming nodded slightly, and then explained the arrangements to Yang Weimin in detail: "Director Yang, after we take control of Zhou Xudong, we will need to trouble you to gather all the department heads in the conference room."

They will then need to lead the public security officers to lure out the lurking enemy agents one by one and carry out their secret arrests.

After listening to the entire plan, Yang Weimin agreed without hesitation: "Don't worry, Section Chief Jia, I will definitely cooperate fully."

Just after 3 p.m., a rapid ringing of the telephone suddenly rang in Zhou Xudong's office.

Zhou Xudong picked up the microphone: "This is Zhou Xudong, who is this?"

"Old Zhou, this is Yang Weimin."

The voice on the other end of the phone paused, seemingly glancing at the person beside him, "Are you free now? Come to my office; I need to discuss something."

Upon hearing the factory manager's sudden summons, Zhou Xudong frowned slightly, almost imperceptibly: "Factory Manager Yang, what's the matter that you're in such a hurry to see me?"

Yang Weimin spoke in a normal tone, with a hint of familiarity: "It was the newly appointed head of the security department, Lao Jia, who came to me and said that the department wants to resume morning exercises according to regulations, and needs the factory to approve a sum of money."

"You're in charge of finances, so I thought I'd call you over to discuss it together."

Zhou Xudong listened without suspicion and replied politely, "I have some things to take care of, I'll be there as soon as I'm done."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Yang Weimin hung up the phone with a smile.

He put down the microphone and turned to Jia Dongming and the others who were hiding nearby, whispering, "He said he'd come as soon as he was done."

Jia Dongming turned his gaze to Li Huaide beside him, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Deputy Factory Director Li, I'm entrusting the rest of the business to you."

Remembering the plan they had just agreed on, Li Huaide immediately puffed out his chest and said, "Don't worry, Section Chief Jia, I've got it covered."

He hurried back to his office, left the door ajar, and stared intently at the door opposite him through the crack.

About two or three minutes later, the door across the street opened.

Li Huaide immediately grabbed the pen and notebook he had prepared beforehand, strode out the door, and greeted him as if they had bumped into each other by chance: "Old Zhou, where are you going?"

Zhou Xudong turned his head upon hearing the voice and saw Li Huaide holding a pen and paper. He smiled and said, "Director Yang wants to see me."

"Old Li, are you going to a meeting?"

Li Huaide remained calm: "Coincidentally, Director Yang just called me too."

They said the new head of the security department came to request funding, and since the security department is under my jurisdiction, they wanted me to go there.

These words caused the last trace of wariness in Zhou Xudong's eyes to quietly disappear.

He laughed heartily: "That's perfect, let's go together."

The two walked side by side to the door of the factory director's office.

Li Huaide caught sight of Yang Weimin sitting behind the table, and quickly knocked on the door, his voice warm: "Director Yang, we're here!"

At this moment, Zhou Xudong's hands were seemingly casually behind his back, but his gaze quickly swept across the entire room.

Seeing that Yang Weimin was the only one in the room, he slowly lowered his hands from behind his back and said with a smile, "Director Yang, what are the security department planning to do..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door to the office across the street was suddenly flung open.

Jia Dongming and Wang Dapao darted out like cheetahs, heading straight for the factory director's office.

Zhou Xudong, who was exchanging pleasantries with Yang Weimin, heard a noise behind him, his expression changed drastically, and his right hand instinctively reached for his lower back.

Jia Dongming rushed over, saw through his intentions at a glance, and pounced on him.

Just as Zhou Xudong's fingertips were about to touch the hard object behind his waist, a hand like an iron clamp gripped his wrist tightly.

He struggled violently, but the hand remained unmoved.

Jia Dongming and Wang Dapao worked together to pin him to the ground.

Suppressing his breathing, Jia Dongming shouted sternly, "Zhou Xudong! Don't move! You're under arrest!"

Zhou Xudong shuddered, then began to writhe even more violently, hissing as he demanded, "Jia Dongming! What do you think you're doing! I'm the deputy factory director, and you're just a security chief, what right do you have to arrest me?!"

Jia Dongming's arm pressed down on Zhou Xudong's struggling shoulder like an iron clamp, while his other hand deftly reached behind Zhou's waist and pulled out the heavy pistol.

A cold sneer played on his lips. His voice was low, but each word was clear: "Deputy Factory Director Zhou, our little temple of security is not just dedicated to the steel rolling mill."

Dual leadership means that our vision extends beyond just the factory's machines and walls.

He paused briefly, his gaze piercing the other person's suddenly stiff face like needles. "Protection, surveillance, intelligence, counter-espionage... these responsibilities are clearly stated in black and white."

"Let alone a deputy factory director like you, even a big shot from the ministry, as long as he's associated with the word 'enemy agent,' we still have the right to invite him in for tea."

"Enemy agents?"

Zhou Xudong's pupils contracted sharply, and his face quickly contorted with confusion and anger. His struggle subsided. "Section Chief Jia! What makes you say that? I've worked diligently for the steel mill for so many years, and you dare to accuse me of being an enemy agent? There must be a huge misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstand?"

Jia Dongming scoffed, his disdain almost tangible. "Zhou Xudong, as the old saying goes, 'Heaven sees all around us.'"

"Do you really think that all those scribbles you and Chen Jianfei's group made around the special workshop can fool everyone?"

He leaned closer, his voice low and filled with a cruel certainty, "Let me be frank with you, every single one of your people is right under our noses right now."

As for that little "gift" you painstakingly buried under the workshop floor... unfortunately, we have already "received" it and disposed of it properly.

Your show has come to an end.

Zhou Xudong's body stiffened instantly.

For that special workshop, they spent countless days and nights, starting from that remote, abandoned tool shed, digging inch by inch, like moles, a tunnel leading to the heart of their target.

Victory seemed within reach, but just three days after this man surnamed Jia arrived, everything collapsed.

A profound sense of absurdity and resentment gripped him. He abruptly looked up, staring intently at Jia Dongming: "You've only been here a few days? How could you... how could you possibly have figured out our connections?"

At this moment, Wang Dapao, who had been silent all along, stepped forward and used a pair of steel handcuffs to firmly lock Zhou Xudong's hands, which were tied behind his back.

Jia Dongming straightened up, dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves, and said in a calm tone as if he were talking about the weather: "Zhou Xudong, we Chinese have an old saying: if you walk the dark road too much, you will eventually encounter a ghost."

Your mistake was being too self-righteous.

"Using the old incident from Workshop 2 last year to threaten Zhang Yi and force him to work as a porter for you during his shift—this one step made Zhang Yi suddenly realize that the so-called 'mechanical failure' had very strong human intervention."

Jia Dongming's voice gradually turned cold, "Also, you dug tunnels and dumped soil, trying to save time by stuffing it into the septic tank, causing the cleaners to complain endlessly and the whole factory to grumble."

This tiny flaw, no bigger than a fly, is a beacon in the eyes of a discerning eye.

He took a step forward, his shadow looming over Zhou Xudong's pale face, each word like a nail hardened with ice: "Finally, I'll give you a piece of news for free."

Last year in Workshop 2, the worker who became your scapegoat was named Jia Dongxu.

He is my younger brother, born of the same mother.

From the moment Zhang Yi raised the doubts with me, I never intended to let this matter go.

While investigating, I unexpectedly stumbled upon your post, along with your "big gift" of wanting to blow up the special workshop.

"Septic tank... Jia Dongxu..."

Zhou Xudong murmured repeatedly, the color draining from his face, and for the first time, a look of near-despair and realization appeared in his eyes.

He had planned everything meticulously, but he hadn't anticipated the "accident" he'd casually encountered last year.

The victims have become the fuse that brings death to us today.

This Jia Dongming, with just a janitor's grumble and a clue about Chen Jianfei, tore his years of hard work to shreds.

As a rigorously trained Japanese special agent, he knew all too well what awaited him if he were captured alive.

Fear instantly transformed into a desperate, savage glint in his eyes. He let out a low growl and was about to bite down hard—"Jia Dongming! You won't get anything from me..."

Before he could finish speaking, a large hand reached out like lightning, precisely pinching his cheeks with a sudden, forceful twist.

A soft "click" was heard.