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

Qingtai Hengchu.

The strokes are severely crooked.

Lu Yike took the paper away and placed it in front of the camera.

"According to Qi Ting and Du Wenbin's confession, the highest-level verbal order for withdrawing the case is conveyed through a single line from Qingtaiheng."

Qi Tongwei sat up a little straighter.

"Connect to the northern route."

Screen switching.

Footage from the northern command post is being fed in.

Shen Zhong stood in front of the control panel, his military uniform buttoned up to the top, his epaulets under the light, and an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

He glanced at the statement paper.

"The original audio, transcripts, and handwritten documents were all sealed in a top-secret package."

Qi Tongwei nodded.

"Major General Shen, the source of the old case in Handong, the four characters, Qingtai Hengchu."

Shen Zhong put the cigarettes back in the tin box and looked at the camera lens.

"Qi Tongwei, the arrow in the old case of Handong has already pierced the very core."

Northern Command Post.

The large screen still displays four characters written by Du Wenbin himself.

Qingtai Hengchu.

Shen Zhong stood in front of the control panel, his military uniform buttoned up to the top, the epaulets casting harsh shadows on the light, and the cigarette in his hand still unlit.

"The General Staff's lowest-level intelligence database."

Zhou Weiguo looked up, his hands already on the keyboard.

"Sir, with the bottom-level database breached, all search traces will be left on the General Staff Audit Platform."

"Keep."

The four characters "Qingtai Hengchu" could be a place name or an abbreviation.

Shen Zhong asked, "Investigating by person expands the scope."

"Retired cadre service system, core reception scheduling, cutting-edge outsourcing companies, military-civilian interface approval, overseas exchange filing?"

"Adding to the frontline Qin, Qin Kewen's name, and the scheduling after the March 3rd meeting."

Zhou Weiguo grinned, but didn't actually laugh.

"Wow, if this net is cast, half of the core back-end systems will sneeze."

Shen Zhong glanced at him.

"Paper is more reliable than a telephone; the more people cough, the easier it is to find the source of the infection."

Zhou Weiguo connected the three isolation panels, inserted the red access card into the card slot, and clicked it open.

After going through fingerprints, passwords, and military command codes three times, the underlying database finally opened a narrow opening.

On the screen, old rosters of Qingtai, service schedules for retired cadres, external liaison records, and outsourced support approvals were displayed page after page.

Zhou Weiguo broke the search terms into eight groups, and then compressed the eight groups of terms back into the same relationship diagram.

This job looks like sifting sand.

The sand is fine, and the iron particles hidden inside are also fine.

Thirty-seven seconds later, the results for the first group appeared.

Zhou Weiguo zoomed in on the screen and lowered his voice.

"Heng Shichang, male, 62 years old, former director-general level coordinator of the core veteran cadre service system, currently the director of the peripheral liaison office of the front-line coordination group."

The heavy cigarette stopped in front of the screen.

"Hengchu".

"Yes, that's what everyone in the Qingtai system calls him."

Zhou Weiguo continued flipping through the pages, his expression growing increasingly tense with each page.

"The risk assessment of the archives was written very subtly. He may not be among the top five in the sequence, but he handled several lines of business, including military and civilian gray industries, outsourced support, handling old cases, and silencing witnesses."

"The white glove."

"His resume is so clean it's almost unbelievable; there are no disciplinary actions, no complaints, and no unusual assets."

Shen Zhong tapped the screen with the unlit cigarette butt.

"The cleaner it is, the more it looks like it's been wiped clean."

Zhou Weiguo pulled up Heng Shichang's movements over the past half month.

The top record just appeared; the red timestamp is still very recent.

His hand movements paused for a moment.

"Sir, trouble is brewing."

"read."

"Heng Shichang just used his privileges to apply for a special flight route for overseas inspection and exchange, with the departure point being a certain dedicated airport in the core area."

"Application period".

"Three minutes ago."

"Open the window."

"Thirteen minutes later."

Shen Zhong put the cigarettes back into the tin box.

Zhou Weiguo typed a few more times on the keyboard and brought up the border control process.

"A regular interview takes at least 30 minutes, while the highest level of security in Xu Lao's office can be reduced to 10 minutes, but the final verification step is unavoidable."

Shen Zhong stared at the string of process codes.

"He's targeting these ten minutes."

"That old fox has a keen sense of smell. Du Wenbin had just written down the Qingtaiheng document when he boarded his private jet."

"Pack."

Zhou Weiguo immediately opened the top-secret package template.

Du Wenbin's original voice.

Handwritten confession.

Lu Zhengping consulted the relevant materials.

Photocopy of the red memo booklet.

Hengtong Warehouse scaffolding board number.

Comparison of Q2 skipping code and Q5 homologous chip.

One by one, the materials were dragged into the red catalog, like putting blades into the same sheath.

"Upload to Mr. Xu's office?"

"Direct route, highest level of security border control order."

"Should the target be Heng Shichang?"

"Write your full name, your identity, the flight route, and the risk of you fleeing."

Zhou Weiguo pressed the confirmation button, and the red direct line lit up.

The code was quickly returned in the upper right corner of the screen.

Accepted, awaiting verification by the highest authorities, estimated to take ten minutes.

Zhou Weiguo stared at the line of text, his jaw clenched tightly.

Sometimes those ten minutes are the most troublesome.

Ten minutes can get a person from the office to the runway, and it can also get an airplane from the runway onto a public airway.

A core dedicated airport.

The VIP building was brightly lit.

Heng Shichang emerged from the VIP inspection channel, his dark gray wool coat weighing down his figure, his scarf neatly draped below his Adam's apple, his hair combed back, and his glasses shining brightly.

He was in his early sixties, with a straight back, carrying only a small leather suitcase. His steps were small, but each step was precise.

The staff member handed the documents back with both hands.

"Director Heng, the formalities have been completed, and the shuttle bus is outside."

"Hard."

Heng Shichang's voice was lukewarm, like tea that had been steeped for too long.

The light next to the security gate was on, and no one stepped forward to stop him.

The words "VIP inspection-free lane" are usually a sign of respectability, but now they've become like an umbrella in front of the runway.

His phone lit up as he walked to the door.

There were only four lines of small text on the screen.

The contact wire fuse has been activated.

The Haizhou line is out of service.

The risk of a price increase is rising.

The chartered plane plan has been activated.

The text was quickly erased line by line by the backend, and the screen went black.

Heng Shichang stared at the black screen, his lips twitching upwards, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Ten minutes is enough."

The shuttle bus doors closed.

The car followed the white line on the outside of the VIP building, heading towards the private jet in the distance.

Northern Command Post.

Zhou Weiguo's voice tightened.

"Sir, according to the airport's feedback, Heng Shichang has passed the VIP exemption and is on the shuttle bus."

"Control tower".

"The skiing application has been submitted. There are 7 minutes and 40 seconds left on the border control order."

"Special aircraft type".

"Official conversion, fuel allocation based on long-range flight, and direct access to international public air routes after takeoff."

Zhou Weiguo pulled the route map to the center of the large screen. Several blue lines extended outward from the core periphery and finally merged into the international public air routes.

"Sir, if we really let it take off, things will get ugly."

Shen Zhong did not speak.

Zhou Weiguo completed the second half of the sentence.

"If a special plane is used under the guise of overseas inspection and exchange, forcibly stopping it will be used against it by the other side. If it actually enters a public airspace, taking action will trigger a disastrous diplomatic and political storm."

"What if we take it down?"

Zhou Weiguo's throat moved.

"We can't fight. If we do, the core group will shift all the blame to the northern front. No matter how strong the evidence is, we'll be dragged into another mess."