Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Shen Zhong didn't stop him.

Zhou Weiguo aligned the three-layer structure on the relationship diagram proportionally and then dragged the dotted notes to the edge of the whiteboard symbols.

The first dotted line corresponds to the Frontline Coordination Group.

The second dotted line corresponds to the asset restructuring of Haizhou Port.

The third dotted line bypasses Chuping Mountain and lands on the protective layer behind Sha Ruijin.

The last line is very thin, reaching right up to the black border at the very top.

Zhou Weiguo stopped using the ruler in his hand.

He looked up at the whiteboard, his throat dry.

"Sir, the location matches."

Shen Zhong stared at the black frame.

"What about the hierarchy?"

Zhou Weiguo opened another list of core institutions and turned to the corresponding page.

He didn't read out the names, but simply placed the forms under the whiteboard.

The three offices are arranged in a sequential order, with QC-01 at the top.

QC-02 Lower Half-Level.

QC-05 and onwards.

Zhou Weiguo took a pen and drew a line under QC-01.

"The hierarchy is also correct."

The technician stood by the door, too afraid to look at the whiteboard any longer.

The report he delivered today is enough to keep him up at night.

Shen Zhong reached out and tapped the dotted line note next to the black frame.

The copy of that line of text was a bit blurry.

But it's still visible.

three years ago.

Haizhou Port asset restructuring.

Entry point for compliance audit.

The front-line coordination group intervened.

Zhou Weiguo finished reading in a low voice, his back tense.

"Qin Kewen, Sha Ruijin's father-in-law, the front-line coordination group, the fake coordination letter—it all comes full circle."

Shen Zhong picked up the black pen and wrote the first line on the left side of the whiteboard.

A fake transfer order as a stepping stone.

second line.

Qin Kewen.

Third line.

Sha Ruijin's father-in-law.

Fourth line.

Terrorist financing.

Fifth line.

Haizhou Port Authority.

The sixth line.

Military supply air contract.

The seventh line.

Communication support and joint debugging frequency bands.

With each line written, the room became a little quieter.

More and more lines appeared on the whiteboard.

In the end, all the arrows pointed to the same spot.

They came out of the evidence room of the Handong Provincial Government, bypassed the old case at Haizhou Port, passed through the frozen funds of Jingzhou Heavy Machinery, and then opened the door by taking advantage of the northern military supply contract.

Finally, they all reached QC-01.

Zhou Weiguo stood in front of the whiteboard, remaining silent for a long time.

He had fought tough battles with Shen Zhong and handled many major cases.

No matter who the gun is pointed at or where the artillery fire falls, he can withstand it.

But this whiteboard was more oppressive than the sound of gunfire on the battlefield.

"Commander."

When Zhou Weiguo spoke, his voice was very low, "This person... is among the top five in the capital."

The folder in the technician's hand fell to the ground with a thud.

He quickly bent down to pick it up, but his movements became chaotic.

Shen Zhong did not turn around.

"Pick it up."

The technician clutched the folder tightly, his throat tightening. "Sir, I didn't hear anything."

Zhou Weiguo glanced at him. "You've already heard it."

The technician stood there, not daring to respond.

Shen Zhong turned around solemnly. "Did you prepare the report?"

"Yes."

Is the data accurate?

"real."

Are the procedures complete?

"together."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

The technician opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Shen Zhong walked up to him, took the report, and turned to the last page.

Signature of the inspector.

Signature of the reviewer.

Confidential documents are sealed and numbered.

Sample handover record.

Everything is there.

Shen Zhong closed the report. "You only did one thing today: check the papers."

The technician's chest heaved slightly. "Understood."

"Return to the lab. Do not contact anyone, and do not touch the outside phone."

"Yes."

Zhou Weiguo waved his hand, and the guards at the door took the person away.

The door closed again.

Only Shen Zhong and Zhou Weiguo remained in the command room.

Zhou Weiguo walked up to the whiteboard and looked at it again.

"Sir, if QC-01 really is black-rimmed, then what about Sha Ruijin's side..."

"He's just a shell."

Shen pointed to the area below the black border, "Gao Yuliang saw it a long time ago."

Zhou Weiguo paused, "But he didn't write his name."

"Once he writes it, he won't be able to leave Handong."

Shen Zhong took the photocopy off and put it back into the sealed bag. "He left the black border so that it would be for people who could understand it."

Zhou Weiguo looked at the sealed bag, his chest tightening.

Gao Yuliang was a man who schemed too much in the first half of his life.

In the end, however, he really risked his political life.

Shen Zhong put the sealed bag back into the safe.

The paper report was then placed separately into an evidence bag.

"serial number."

Zhou Weiguo immediately produced a seal: "Northern Front Confidential, Red Confidential, Class A3."

Shen Zhong shook his head.

"A1".

Zhou Weiguo stopped.

A1.

This is the highest level of storage.

"Sir, you are required to write item A in your own handwriting."

Shen Zhong took the pen and signed his name.

Heavy.

Zhou Weiguo affixed the seal and took out the sealing wax.

The red wax melted and settled at the seal.

Shen Zhong picked up the seal and pressed it down heavily.

Snapped.

Seal with sealing wax.

Zhou Weiguo put the evidence bag into the special box and then sealed the box shut.

"Should this document be sent to Professor Xu's office as originally planned?"

Shen Zhong glanced at the whiteboard.

"The original plan was insufficient."

Zhou Weiguo looked up.

Shen Zhong added another line to the whiteboard.

From QC-01, it connects to the Frontline Coordination Group.

From the frontline coordination group to the northern coordination letter.

Then, the coordination letter leads to the military supply contract.

Once this line is drawn, the northern line is also included.

Zhou Weiguo understood.

The other side has already extended its reach into the military.

In Handong, there are assets, provincial departments, and the judicial system.

On the northern front, the issues involve combat readiness, frequency bands, and military supply contracts.

The nature has changed.

"Sir, should we notify the General Staff first?"

"Notify the General Staff that the message will be passed on."

"Then the General Office of the Central Military Commission?"

"The General Office also handles it."

Zhou Weiguo fell silent.

Shen Zhong walked to the table, picked up a copy of the paper report, and looked at the batch number again.

QC-7913.

Five years.

Three offices.

Final landing point: QC-01.

All materials were clean, and there were no problems with the procedure.

Ordinary people leave traces, phone numbers, money transfer records, and favors when they do things.

This line leaves behind paper batch numbers, government supplies, and a blank that can be explained by the system.

Shen Zhong seized it today.

Zhou Weiguo picked up the rag on the table, ready to wipe the whiteboard.

Shen Zhong raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't wipe it."

Zhou Weiguo stopped. "Keep it?"

"Take photos and seal them away."

"clear."

Zhou Weiguo took out a military camera, took three photos of the whiteboard, then removed the camera card and put it into the evidence bag.

After doing all this, he spoke in a low voice, "Sir, what's the next step?"

Shen Zhong did not answer immediately.

He walked to the window.

The wind from the north blew across the glass, making a soft rustling sound on the windowpane.

Zhou Weiguo stood at the back waiting for orders.

Shen Zhong usually gives orders very quickly.

But today, he stopped for a long time.

Because at the end of this line, it is no longer a province, a department, or a few corrupt officials.

Those are the people in the power structure who can truly change the course of events.

Shen Zhong turned around and walked back to the table.

A red secure telephone sits on the corner of the table, its line connecting directly to the top floor.

He picked up the microphone.

Zhou Weiguo immediately stood up straight.

Shen Zhong looked at him, his voice steady.

"Zhou Weiguo, clear the command center. I need to connect directly to Elder Xu."