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Upon receiving the order, Sun Jianguo swung the thick wooden pickaxe handle in his hand and smashed it down on the two doors with all his might.

"Bang!"

The door hinges, worn out from years of neglect, let out a mournful cry, and the heavy wooden door slammed open to both sides.

With his hands behind his back, Gao Jianjun strode confidently across the threshold of the warehouse, like a general who had won a great victory.

Li Jianye, who was behind him, rushed in first, holding a work logbook in his hand, ready to do on-site verification and registration.

The warehouse was dimly lit.

The morning sunlight streamed in at an angle through the open door.

It illuminated the "mountain of wood" piled right in the center.

The air was filled with a rich, distinctive resinous aroma of old red pine.

Gao Jianjun stopped and squinted.

Logs, each about the thickness of a water bucket, were stacked neatly, with most of the bark scraped off.

The cross-section of the wood revealed a dark red, glossy, oily grain.

The worst part is that the cross-section of the larger end of each piece of wood is covered with fresh, pitted axe marks.

The areas that should have been stamped with the red seal of the Forestry Bureau's allocation number were all violently chiseled away.

"My God..."

Li Jianye's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He turned his head and looked at Gao Jianjun, his face contorted with excitement.

"Director Gao, it all matches up!"

"The quantity and size are all from that batch of top-grade, century-old timber from the No. 6 lumberyard!"

Gao Jianjun straightened his back.

This was the most satisfying thing he had ever done since he started working.

The fear of the secrets being leaked a couple of days ago has now been completely replaced by a twisted sense of vengeful pleasure.

He turned around and looked at Lu Qingshan sitting on a small stool outside the door.

"Section Chief Lu, this abandoned factory of yours is full of hidden talents."

Gao Jianjun adopted the air of a forest farm leader, his voice exuding an undeniable official authority.

"Explain it."

"The state has repeatedly emphasized that top-grade red pine is a strategic resource under unified allocation."

"Without approval from the provincial department, not even a single wood shaving is allowed to leave the mountain."

"As the deputy section chief in charge of transportation at our forest farm, you knowingly broke the law."

He stretched out his right hand and tapped Lu Qingshan's nose with his index finger from a distance.

"He embezzled public property and used his position to move it to his private factory in the middle of the night."

"What kind of behavior is this?"

"This is like swinging a hoe at the corner of socialism!"

Gao Jianjun's tone grew louder and louder as he spoke.

The dozen or so security guards behind him also straightened their backs at this moment.

They gripped their weapons tightly, staring fiercely ahead.

Sun Jianguo took two steps forward, glancing at Lu Qingshan out of the corner of his eye.

"Director Gao, the facts are clear, why waste words with him?"

"If this case is reported, it will be our security department's biggest achievement this year!"

Li Jianye quickly bent down to pick up the pen and pretended to write a few strokes on the notebook.

"That's right, Lu Qingshan. You're always so arrogant and domineering in the forest farm, you don't even respect the seniors."

"Director Li was fooled by your sweet talk; we're not blind!"

"A scoundrel like you doesn't deserve to remain in the cadre ranks!"

One condemnation after another echoed in the empty backyard.

Gao Jianjun felt that the time was almost right.

He leaned forward, ready to enjoy the sight of Lu Qingshan weeping and begging for mercy on his knees.

Based on his years of experience in tormenting people, even the toughest man would have his legs go weak at this point.

But Lu Qingshan did not.

He remained seated with an air of nonchalance on that peeling folding stool.

The military hunting knife in his hand was incredibly sharp.

The red apple peel peeled off smoothly along the blade.

The fruit peel forms a complete circle, hanging swaying in mid-air.

"It's still a bit too thick."

Lu Qingshan muttered something to himself.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the long piece of fruit peel fell into the nearby trash can.

He picked up the peeled apple and put it in his mouth.

"Click."

The crisp sound of taking a bite was particularly jarring in the noisy scene.

Lu Qingshan chewed slowly, swallowing the sweet juice down his throat.

He then raised his eyelids and glanced at Gao Jianjun.

His gaze was as indifferent as if he were looking at a stray dog ​​on the side of the road.

"Deputy Director Gao, that's quite a big compliment. It's making my neck ache."

Lu Qingshan took another bite of the apple and mumbled something indistinctly.

"The wood is right there; you can't just call it stolen goods."

"I could have said that you, Gao Jianjun, had someone slip this in for me in the middle of the night."

Upon hearing this, Gao Jianjun's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

But he quickly regained his composure.

Now that things have come to this, there's no way to verify the facts since the dead are dead.

Whoever has the item in their yard is the thief.

"That's just sophistry!"

Gao Jianjun put on a stern face and adopted a righteous and awe-inspiring posture.

"Lu Qingshan, you don't need to pretend to be calm. The organization values ​​evidence."

"These dozens of cubic meters of red pine trees represent the hard work of generations of foresters."

"Now that you've been caught red-handed, do you still dare to turn around and accuse me?"

He turned around abruptly and shouted at Sun Jianguo.

"Section Chief Sun!"

"arrive!"

"These criminals are heinous and extremely dangerous; immediate coercive measures must be taken!"

Gao Jianjun gritted his teeth and gave the final order.

"Tie him up first, take him back to the forestry station's security department for a surprise interrogation tonight!"

"If he dares to resist, you are permitted to use weapons and break his legs on the spot!"

With the deputy director's support, Sun Jianguo's burly face finally relaxed.

He had waited too long for this day.

My nephew Zhao Erhu's legs were crippled by this bastard in front of me.

Today it's finally in my hands.

"Brothers, did you all hear what the leader said?"

Sun Jianguo grinned maliciously and weighed the pickaxe handle in his palm.

The wooden stick struck the palm with a dull thud.

"Two people, go over there and hold him down!"

"Someone go get the rope and tie it up securely!"

Two burly security officers stepped forward and, rubbing their hands together, approached Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan swallowed the last bite of apple.

He slowly stood up and wiped the juice off his hunting knife with his coat sleeve.

With a clang, the hunting knife was thrown onto the cement platform beside him.

He put his hands in his coat pockets and looked at Sun Jianguo.

"Deputy Section Chief Sun, resorting to vigilante justice is a crime."

"Your nephew is inside operating a sewing machine, do you want to go in and spend the New Year with him?"

This statement hit Sun Jianguo where it hurt.

"Stop talking nonsense! I'll teach you what the rules of the logging camp are today!"

Sun Jianguo roared and raised his pickaxe handle, ready to charge forward.

Just as he lifted his foot.

Suddenly, a series of orderly movements arose in the previously quiet waste dump.

"Click, click, click..."

It was a series of crisp metallic clanging sounds.

Gao Jianjun had served in the army and was very familiar with this kind of sound.

That was the mechanical sound of Type 54 pistols being cocked!

Immediately afterwards, hurried and rapid footsteps came from all directions.

"Don't move!"

"Hands behind your head, squat down!"

A thunderous shout rang out in mid-air.

Gao Jianjun turned his head sharply, his breath catching in his throat.

Five or six policemen in dark blue uniforms sprang out from behind the tall pile of coal slag on the west side of the warehouse.

Several plainclothes officers carrying guns emerged from the broken cement pipe on the east side.

Even from the earthen slope outside the gate, more than a dozen armed criminal police officers rushed up.

The muzzle of the gun gleamed blue in the morning light.

It forms a tight encirclement from the four directions of east, west, south, and north.

The dozen or so people from the forest farm's security department were tightly surrounded in the center.

Sun Jianguo, who had been swaggering and arrogant just a moment ago, abruptly stopped in his tracks.

His pickaxe handle, which was raised in mid-air, froze.

My legs seemed to have a mind of their own and began to tremble uncontrollably.

The half-smoked cigarette that Li Jianye had been holding between his fingers fell with a thud onto the cinder floor, scattering sparks.

He opened his mouth wide, making a strange "clucking" sound from his throat, but couldn't utter a single word.

The wooden sticks in the hands of the security officers clattered to the ground.

The group of people lost all their previous arrogance and obediently raised their hands and squatted on the ground.

Gao Jianjun's facial muscles twitched violently.

He just couldn't wrap his head around it.

This completely deviated from his plan.

Why would the police lie in ambush here beforehand?

Why did they draw their guns at the people he brought?

He mechanically turned his head to look at Lu Qingshan, who was still standing in the same spot.

Lu Qingshan remained calm.

A steady, powerful sound of leather shoes came from outside the encirclement.

The criminal police officers on the perimeter made way for each other.

Wang Jianguo, the county public security bureau chief, strode in, dressed in a crisp police uniform.

He didn't even glance at Gao Jianjun, who was squatting on the ground trembling.

He walked straight up to Lu Qingshan.

Wang Jianguo stood still, raised his hand, and gave a crisp, standard salute.

"Comrade Lu Qingshan, you've worked hard."

Wang Jianguo lowered his hand, his voice loud and clear, exuding official authority.

"Thank you and all the workers at Xiushan Industry for your active cooperation with our county's Public Security Bureau!"

"They provided crucial support in dismantling this criminal gang that was stealing and selling state-allocated resources!"

Lu Qingshan took his hand out of his pocket and nodded.

"Cooperating with public security organs to crack down on corrupt officials is the duty of every citizen."

"Director Wang, you're too kind. This place is dirty; don't get your police uniform dirty."

As soon as he uttered those two sentences, Gao Jianjun felt a buzzing sound in his head.

All I could hear were jumbled echoes.

He felt like a clown performing on stage, with everyone below just watching the show.

What kind of cooperation?

What gang was destroyed?

Wang Jianguo turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over Gao Jianjun's stiff face.

The sound was like ice shards in the dead of winter, hitting you hard and solid.

"Gao Jianjun."

"Didn't you just say you were going to report the incident to the police?"

"I've brought the person to you. Now you can speak."