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

No one spoke in the meeting room.

Old Qin's Adam's apple bobbed. "Old Xu, I need to see the higher-ups."

Old Xu looked up.

"The warrant is here."

He lifted the second page of the document.

"Qin Kewen is under special investigation for treason."

These words were spoken.

The color drained from Old Qin's face. He tried to sit up straight, but the thin blanket on his lap slipped to the ground, and his shoe tip grazed under the table, unable to support him.

Two interior defenders stepped forward.

Click.

The handcuffs were fastened.

Old Qin looked down at his wrist, as if he didn't recognize what it was.

"I've fought in wars."

Old Xu closed the document. "You've also sold out your country."

Old Qin's shoulders slumped.

He tried to stand up, but his legs felt like they had no roots. Two guards grabbed him from either side and dragged him out.

The prayer beads rolled off the table, and a few beads came loose.

Zhou Weiguo glanced down, his lips moved, but he ultimately didn't say anything.

When Qin Lao was dragged to the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at Shen Zhong.

"You can't handle this mess."

Shen Zhong raised his hand and held up the Q1 evidence bag.

"Clean this up first."

Old Qin's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything more.

The conference room door closed.

The footsteps outside faded into the distance.

Old Xu stood for a moment, then reached up and pressed his temples, his voice lowering.

"Heavy."

"arrive."

"All evidence from Xishan has been sealed. What about the list recovered from the server?"

Zhou Weiguo immediately handed over the terminal, "It's the national agent list of the Frontline Coordination Group, which I just pieced together from the basement server rack. The Handong section has been unpacked separately."

Shen Zhong took the terminal and glanced at it.

On the screen, names, codes, interface units, funding channels, and backup identities are listed in rows.

There are company executives.

There is a fund shell.

There are logistics channels.

There are also a few names hidden among associations, outsourcing companies, and consulting firms.

Shen Zhong opened the encrypted channel and entered the military key.

"Received from the Hantong Provincial Department, Qi Tongwei."

Zhou Weiguo quickly added, "The entire military supply chain is verified in both directions; anyone who tries to touch it will be severely punished."

Old Xu looked at the screen.

"hair."

Shen Zhong pressed confirm.

The encrypted package has been sent.

At the same time.

Command Center of Handong Provincial Department.

The large screen, which was originally on the page of the terrorism-related investigation file, suddenly displayed a notification that the military had connected.

Lin Huahua held a cup of coffee that had gone cold, her eyes still bloodshot, but her hands didn't slow down at all.

"Chief Qi, northern front military supply package."

Qi Tongwei stood in front of the main screen.

His left arm was in a sling across his chest, and he wore a dark coat over his hospital gown. His face was pale, but his eyes were very steady.

Lu Yike stood to his right, her police uniform buttoned up to the top, her hair tied tightly, and her ID clip at her waist pressing down on her belt. Her injuries hadn't fully healed, and her shoulders and back were tense as she walked, but she hadn't let up at all.

"untie."

Lin Huahua pressed Enter.

The list scrolled down on the big screen.

One page.

Two pages.

Three pages.

The red markings are densely spread out, like nails driven into the map of Handong.

Lin Huahua gasped, "Chief Qi, all twenty-three landing points in Handong have been filled alive."

Lu Yike placed the folder on the table.

"Haizhou Coastal Fund Handong Branch, three consulting companies in Jingzhou, Lincheng Logistics Port, and two asset trust shells in Luzhou."

Qi Tongwei stared at the screen.

He slammed his right fist heavily on the table.

笃.

The conference table shook.

"Issued a province-wide swift arrest warrant."

A duty officer immediately stepped forward, "Director Qi, what's the area of ​​the arrest?"

"All Hantong agents on the list are under simultaneous control."

"Where's the account?"

"freeze."

"Where's the receipt?"

"copy."

"Did you send a message to the local authorities?"

Qi Tongwei looked up at the large screen.

"Let them fight their way to the provincial government."

Lu Yike picked up the action order and turned to leave.

Qi Tongwei looked at her.

"That's fine too."

Lu Yike stopped in her tracks.

"Don't try to tough it out if your injury hasn't healed."

Lu Yike glanced down at the cuffs of her police uniform and then fastened the buttons again.

"Chief Qi, my father's statement is still in the file, I have to go."

Qi Tongwei was silent for half a second, then raised his right hand and signed his name on the action order.

"Bring enough people."

Lu Yike took the document.

"clear."

Lin Huahua slung her laptop bag over her shoulder and ran while shouting, "Director Lu, I'm with the airport line. Whoever wants to fly, I'll let them spend the New Year at the security checkpoint."

Lu Yike didn't turn around, she just raised her hand and waved.

Stop joking, keep a close eye on me.

Haizhou.

Coastal Fund Handong Branch.

In the manager's office, a paper shredder was spitting out strips of paper.

A middle-aged man in a bathrobe was frantically stuffing documents into an iron basin. Just as the flames started to rise, the sound of orderly footsteps came from the corridor outside.

His expression changed, and he grabbed his phone.

boom.

The door was kicked open.

Lu Yike stood at the door, her police uniform shoulder insignia pressed down by the light, making her look sharp as a knife.

"Zhao Qinian, head of the Handong branch of Haizhou Coastal Fund."

The man, phone in hand, remained defiant, asking, "What right do you have to barge in?"

Lu Yike unfolded the arrest warrant.

"Because you're ranked first on the list of agents for the Frontline Coordination Group in Handong."

Police officers rushed in from behind, kicked over the brazier, and used a fire blanket to cover the documents.

Zhao Qinian tried to back away, but two police officers had already pinned him to the desk.

Click.

The handcuffs were fastened.

He gritted his teeth, "I'm going to call the core."

Lu Yike walked up to him and picked up the metal pass on the table.

The sign has a micro-engraved serial number on the edge.

"Keep your phone number."

She threw the sign into the evidence bag.

"Take your time in the interrogation room."

Eastern suburbs of Jingzhou.

Inside a high-end villa, the nanny had just opened the door when the city's economic crime investigation team rushed in.

Inside the study, a woman in a silk nightgown was throwing account books into the fireplace.

"Don't move!"

Her hand trembled, and the account book fell onto the carpet.

Two police officers pressed her down and pinned her against the desk.

The drawer was opened, revealing a row of privilege passes, three passports, and two Q-series badges, all of which had been photographed and sealed.

The officer in charge of the team looked at the list of evidence and couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

"Well hidden well."

A young police officer standing nearby chimed in, "No matter how deep the list is, it can't withstand being called out by name."

Luzhou Airport.

VIP access.

A man wearing sunglasses, dragging a small suitcase, handed over a pass.

"The chartered plane is arranged, don't delay."

Just as the security personnel were about to take the call, a red light suddenly flashed on the computer screen.

Lin Huahua sat at the temporary command post, holding a computer, her fingers typing rapidly.

"Stop him."

Airport special police immediately surrounded them.

The man took off his sunglasses, his face tense. "Do you know whose people I work for?"

Lin Huahua peeked out from behind the screen.

"I know, he's number seventeen on the list."

The man froze.

Lin Huahua pushed the headset up a bit.

"He's quite close ahead, don't let him get away."

The SWAT officer grabbed his shoulder, and the small suitcase fell to the ground, from which several foreign currency cards and an encrypted phone rolled out.

Lin Huahua glanced at it and clicked her tongue.

"She even brings a full set of protective gear when she goes out; she's quite particular."