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

An experienced veteran coughed lightly.

"Director Qi, Du Wenbin is, after all, a member of the Party Committee; this level of disciplinary action is appropriate..."

Qi Tongwei's gaze fell over.

The man swallowed the rest of his sentence.

"Specification?"

Qi Tongwei tapped the bedside table again with his right knuckles.

笃.

"The murder of the provincial public security chief, the money laundering channels involving overseas funds, and the attempt by the back-end accounts to erase evidence—is this enough?"

No one spoke in the meeting room.

Lu Yike turned and walked out.

As she reached the door, she glanced back at the main screen.

Qi Tongwei on the screen was also looking at her.

The two looked at each other across the wire, neither saying a word.

But Lu Yike's steps became steady.

It was as if someone was supporting the entire building for her from behind.

She tucked the briefcase under her arm and pressed the earpiece with her other hand.

"Special Police Team One, come with me to the tenth floor. Lin Huahua, keep a close watch on all external liaison points in Du Wenbin's office."

Lin Huahua's voice came through the headset.

"We're keeping an eye on him; he can't even use a printer now."

"elevator?"

"I've locked it. It's safer for you to use the stairs."

"it is good."

Lu Yike pushed open the conference room door.

Outside the corridor, special police were already in place.

Bulletproof vests, straps, and battering rams were all provided.

Xiao Zhao ran up from behind, panting, carrying a tablet.

"Director Lu, Sister Lin asked me to send you the location map."

Lu Yike took the tablet.

"Back to the project office."

I want to go too.

"Your legs are weak."

Xiao Zhao looked down at his legs and saw that they were indeed trembling a little.

"Then I'll cheer you on."

Lu Yike glanced at him.

"Save your energy for writing reports."

The stairwell door was pushed open.

The group walked uphill.

The sound of leather boots stepping on the steps echoed in layers.

On the east side of the tenth floor, the security camera at the entrance of Du Wenbin's office turned briefly before being forcibly locked again by the back office.

In the task force room, Lin Huahua projected the image onto the large screen and tapped her fingers on the keyboard.

"Committee Member Du, stop making a fuss. I know your access control system better than you do."

Du Wenbin stood in his office, listening to the footsteps outside getting closer and closer, and finally withdrew his hand from beside the power cord.

He turned to look at the office door.

The door lock indicator light is red.

It is locked from the inside.

Qi Tongwei's image was still displayed on the main screen in the conference room.

He watched the red dot on the GPS stop outside the door, his expression remaining completely unchanged.

Lu Yike's voice came through the headset.

"Hall Qi, we've arrived at the door."

Qi Tongwei raised his eyes, his voice as cold as a hawk's.

"Lu Yike, go upstairs. If the door is locked, kick it down!"

East side of the tenth floor.

The stairwell door was pushed open, and Lu Yike walked in front, her dark suit neatly buttoned, her hair tied up, and the key on her collar made a soft click against the fabric.

The special police officers spread out against the wall, while the inspection team members blocked the passageways on both sides. The camera at the end of the corridor was locked from the back office, and the red dot stopped at the door of Du Wenbin's office.

"Du Wenbin, open the door."

No one answered from inside.

Lu Yike looked up at the door lock.

The door lock light is on red.

She handed the black briefcase to the team member behind her, took a half step back, and kicked it.

boom.

The door panel sprang open inwards, and the latch, along with wood chips, crashed to the ground.

The curtains were drawn, the computer screen was still lit, and Du Wenbin was standing next to the desk, his right hand dropping a black USB drive into a water glass.

thump.

Water splashed onto the document.

"Don't touch the cup, take a picture first."

Two team members rushed over, one holding down Du Wenbin's wrist, and the other using evidence tweezers to remove the USB drive from the water.

Du Wenbin was pressed against the table, his shirt sleeves rolled up crookedly, and his usual slow and steady smile was no longer present.

"Lu Yike, do you know what you're doing?"

"Know."

"I am a member of the Party Committee of the Provincial Department."

"That's why there are more people at the entrance."

The junior team member next to him almost couldn't resist and quickly bent down to put on the seal.

Du Wenbin's face darkened.

"You, the head of the Economic Inspection Department, led a group of people into the Party Committee member's office—who gave you the audacity?"

Lu Yike put on her gloves, walked to the table, and looked at the glass of water.

"You were pretty brave when you were soaking the USB drive just now."

"Private information, none of your business."

"That makes the investigation even easier."

The team members put the USB drive into a waterproof evidence bag, and then numbered and photographed all the water cups, coasters, and wet spots on the table.

Another SWAT officer began searching the person.

Du Wenbin struggled.

"You dare search me?"

"search."

The SWAT officers were quick; they checked the jacket, trouser pockets, keychain, and cufflinks, following all the proper procedures.

The team member stopped when he reached the belt buckle.

Those buttons are a bit thick.

"Director Lu, there's a hidden compartment here."

Lu Yike stepped aside to make way.

Insert the small tool, and with a click, the buckle casing is pried open.

A thin metal sheet fell into the evidence tray, its edges darkened, and it was engraved with a tiny number.

Q5-HD-003.

Everyone in the room looked up.

Du Wenbin's Adam's apple bobbed.

Lu Yike looked at the string of numbers, her tone very flat.

"Is Committee Member Du using items from the retired cadres' service center as belt accessories?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's alright, the technical department knows."

She looked at her teammates.

"Separately sealed, expedited comparison, note that the buckle interlayer was detected."

"clear."

Du Wenbin sat down in the chair, his wrists strapped together, his back straight.

"Lu Yike, don't think you can get away with this piece of junk. The provincial department has so many systems and so many permissions. Normal organization and coordination require interfaces and management accounts. Do you, a division-level cadre, even understand these things?"

"I know a little."

"What do you know?"

Lu Yike walked to the safe.

"People who know how to delete records usually also keep backups."

Du Wenbin's lips twitched.

The electronic lock on the safe was powered off. The technician connected the evidence retrieval box and read the disk according to the procedure.

A few minutes later, the cabinet door opened.

There was no cash or valuables inside, only a few stacks of documents and a brown paper bag.

Lu Yike pulled out the paper bag; the tape sealing it had already been removed.

The paper bag contained a printout.

Fake catalog of sealing wax records.

The handwriting was very new, the paper edges were neat, and several names were deliberately listed on it in a cleverly out-of-order order, just enough to draw the eye to Gao Yuliang's old line of work.

Lu Yike turned to the last page and glanced at the print date.

"Committee Member Du, who are you planning to show this fake catalog to?"

"I have no idea."

"You don't know what's in your office safe?"

"There are too many materials; they were sent over by my subordinates, and I haven't looked at them."

Lu Yike put the documents into the evidence bag and pressed the seal flat.

"Then let your subordinates speak with you."

Du Wenbin raised his head, his voice becoming much louder.

"I was simply carrying out normal organizational and coordination procedures of the Provincial Party Committee. The police have no right to arrest me, much less interrogate me. You need to understand the authority for managing cadres!"

The desktop computer suddenly lit up.

Project channel access.

Qi Tongwei's image was projected onto the screen.

The white walls of the ward were behind him. He was wearing a hospital gown with a dark coat over it, his left arm in a sling across his chest. His face was pale, but his eyes were very steady.

He raised his right hand and tapped his knuckles on the bedside table.

笃.

Du Wenbin stared at the screen, his lips pursed.

"Director Qi, what are you doing? I request that the organization intervene through proper procedures."

Qi Tongwei scoffed coldly.

"Organizational coordination—does it require coordinating with the assassin to slip a three-minute lethal drug into the IV drip I received?"