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

Shen Zhong pushed a stack of materials to the side.

The paper slid to the edge of the table and stopped with a snap.

"If you want to check this, the original document is in the first-level procedure; you have no right to touch it."

The two accompanying investigators simultaneously took a step forward.

Zhou Weiguo raised his hand by the door, and the two guards outside also changed their positions.

The team leader stared at the stack of photocopies, his face growing even uglier.

"A photocopy? Shen Zhong, what do you take the Military Discipline Inspection Commission for?"

"This is what I'm showing you according to the procedure."

"I want the original."

"Let's keep this under account in Mr. Xu's office. You can submit an application."

The team leader pushed the photocopies on the table aside.

Several sheets of paper were scattered and landed on the map.

"Don't try to intimidate me with Old Xu. The military discipline investigation team doesn't need you to explain the procedures."

Shen Zhong finally put down his cigarette.

He gathered the scattered papers back together, his movements slow but steady.

"You came to the North Line without reporting your license plate in advance, without handing over your terminal, and without registering your personnel. You need the original Class A document to enter."

He looked up.

"Is this what you call investigating a case?"

The team leader pulled an old transfer order from his briefcase and slammed it heavily onto the table.

The red stamp is very eye-catching.

General Office of the Central Military Commission.

The breathing of the staff officers inside the tent slowed down.

The team leader pushed the transfer order half a foot towards Shen Zhong.

"The Central Military Commission's General Office's transfer order is here. The investigation team has the right to review all relevant materials from the northern front. Shen Zhong, do you still intend to disobey orders?"

Zhou Weiguo looked at the transfer order and tapped his knuckles on his side.

This chapter is quite intimidating.

In another location, not only a command post, but half the military region would have to bow down first.

Shen Zhong only looked at the date at the end.

three years ago.

He stood up, the chair legs dragging on the floor with a short sound.

The team leader instinctively took a half step back, then forcefully planted his foot in place.

Shen Zhong walked around the corner of the table and stood in front of him.

The two were very close.

Shen Zhong was half a head taller than him, and with his military uniform pressing down on him, even the light in the tent seemed to be lower.

"This is a memorandum that was invalidated three years ago and bypassed the proper channels."

The team leader's Adam's apple bobbed.

"The document is real."

"Even if you use a worthless article to prove something, it's still worthless."

Shen Zhong reached out and tapped the date on the signature.

"July 16th, three years ago. This document number was later added to the list of documents to be withdrawn, and every confidential clerk on the northern front memorized it."

The team leader's face twitched.

Shen Zhong pushed the old transfer order back.

"If you want to get something from me, have Mr. Xu call me personally from his office."

Outside the tent, the wind whipped up snowflakes that pelted the tarpaulin with a crackling sound.

The team leader did not accept the transfer order.

He stared at Shen Zhong, his voice low.

"Shen Zhong, you need to think this through. You're now in charge of the military's disciplinary committee."

"I am opposing the repeal of the decree."

You're making trouble for yourself.

"Trouble has already reached the northern front."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Weiguo's eyes caught sight of the last accompanying technician.

The man stood next to the equipment cabinet, his military overcoat wrapped tightly around his legs, and the black equipment case was pressed against his calves. The lid of the case was ajar at some point.

Shen Zhong saw it too.

More precisely, he first heard a short, low beep from the monitor inside the tent.

beep.

beep.

The high-frequency noise is very faint and blends into the wind sound, making it indistinguishable to the average person.

But Shen Zhong had heard too many of these kinds of sounds on the battlefield in his previous life.

These kinds of untimely little disturbances occur before drones take off, before jammers are activated, and before assault teams break down doors.

He looked at the communications cabinet.

The technician was crouching down, his hands hidden in his sleeves. The terminal screen was already lit up, and the blue connecting bar was moving forward.

A heavy voice descended.

"Who gave you permission to open the terminal?"

The technician's hand froze.

The team leader immediately stepped in to stop him.

"What are the problems with the on-site evidence collection?"

Shen Zhong didn't even look at him.

"Is your on-site evidence collection being connected to my northern intranet port?"

The team leader's expression changed.

Don't label people randomly.

Shen Zhong turned to look outside the tent.

"Communications Battalion".

Someone outside immediately responded.

"arrive!"

"Drain the connection, cut off the external access, and shut down all the terminals they brought."

"yes!"

The team leader raised his hand to stop him.

Zhou Weiguo stepped in and blocked his shoulder line, his palm not touching him, but pressing him firmly into position.

"Don't move."

The technician wanted to close the box, but the tent flap had already been lifted.

Two communications soldiers rushed in carrying shielding covers, while another sergeant knelt down in front of the communications cabinet and unplugged the external wiring.

Snapped.

The terminal screen went black.

The technician's face was pale, and his lips were pressed tightly together.

Shen Zhong walked over and kicked his equipment case onto the table.

The box was opened, revealing an encrypted terminal, a portable signal bridge, and an adapter disguised as a power module.

Zhou Weiguo bent down and glanced at it, then couldn't help but curse.

"Wow, that's quite a complete set."

The team leader gritted his teeth.

"This is the investigation equipment."

Shen Zhong picked up the adapter and placed it under the lamp.

"Will the investigation equipment bypass the authentication process?"

The team leader didn't respond.

Footsteps sounded outside the tent again.

Very complete.

Very heavy.

The Dragon Fang Special Forces stormed into the camp, rifle butts pressed against their shoulders, muzzles pressed down, and everyone was separated in place.

Nobody is selling insurance.

But everyone knows that with just one gesture from Shen Zhong, none of the outsiders inside the tent will be able to leave.

The team leader's expression changed drastically.

"Shen Zhong, how dare you defy the military discipline inspection commission's investigation!"

Shen Zhong slammed his pistol on the table. "I'm investigating corrupt officials within the military."

……

The sanatorium area of ​​Handong Hospital.

The water on the table had been wiped dry, and Lu Zhengping's first testimony was under the teacup, the corner of the paper still wet.

Just as Lu Yike was about to get up, Lu Zhengping raised his hand to stop her.

Give me two more sheets of paper.

"Dad, your hands are still shaking."

"Even though it's shaking, I can still write."

Lu Zhengping was wearing a gray knitted sweater, his reading glasses perched on his nose, and his back was ramrod straight. That air of an old judge sitting in the dock had returned.

Lu Yike handed over the paper and pen, without trying to persuade her further.

Lu Zhengping gripped the pen, paused on the paper for a few seconds, and then began to write.

Postscript on the day the Haizhou case was withdrawn in 1998.

Lu Yike looked at those words, and the key in her collar clicked softly.

"At 8:46 a.m., the Intermediate People's Court office received a call from the core, requesting a suspension of the verification of Qin Kewen's identity."

Lu Yike took out her notebook.

"At 9:20, the criminal court received its second verbal notification. At 9:40, the confidential room received a reminder to retrieve the case files. Before 11:00, all the entrances to the court were blocked."

Who answered the phone?

"The dean answered the first call, the office director answered the second, and the old clerk Zhou Lan was on the other end of the confidential room."

Lu Yike paused for a moment.

Zhou Lan, the clerk who has been transferred to the protection point.

Lu Zhengping continued writing.

"At 2:17 PM, key personnel arrived at the Haizhou Intermediate People's Court. Two cars entered through the east gate. One official and two entourage members."

"You saw him?"

"I saw him."

Lu Zhengping pressed the pen down onto the paper.

"That person wasn't very old, but he had a lot of airs. When the dean asked him to re-register, he just closed the cover of his ID card."

Lu Yike looked up.

"He refused to verify his identity?"

"Yes. He only flashed his ID in front of the dean; he didn't even let the registrar touch it."