Anti-gang campaign: Female bureau chief

Old Cai hesitated for a moment and said:

"We have oil, but it has to be delivered tonight. Don't ask which company it's from, just give it to us and we'll leave."

Zhao Rui nodded and said okay.

The following evening, Zhao Rui drove his car to the back of an abandoned grain depot on the outskirts of the city, as designated by Lao Cai.

There was an old, dark red oil tanker parked there, and a shirtless, fat man stood beside it, holding a gas nozzle in his hand.

Zhao Rui parked the car, and the man didn't say much. He unscrewed the fuel tank cap and started pouring fuel into the tank.

After adding the money, Zhao Rui asked how much it cost, and the fat man held up five fingers.

Zhao Rui paid the bill, offered him a cigarette, and asked if he could come again next time.

The fat man exhaled a puff of smoke and said:

"Anyone recommended by Lao Cai will do."

Zhao Rui sent the oil samples he obtained to the quality inspection department for testing. The sulfur content exceeded the national standard by twenty times, and other oil products were also mixed in with the diesel.

If this type of oil is used for a long time, it may damage the engine or even cause detonation.

Jiang Ruolan held the test report, her face as cold as if it were about to freeze.

she says:

"With a sulfur content twenty times higher than normal, it's toxic no matter where it is. These people sell toxic oil to trucks, which then load it onto highways and drive across the province with excessive exhaust fumes. This isn't just about evading taxes; it's about trading the environment and other people's lives for money."

Lu Zheng also obtained the registration information for "Chengyun Oil Products".

The company's full name is "Yi An Cheng Yun Energy Services Co., Ltd." The legal representative is Shi Changshun, but the actual controller of the company is Gong Liankui, nicknamed "You Kui". He is 47 years old, a local of Yi An, and has a criminal record for illegal business operations and provoking trouble.

Gong Liankui had worked with people from Fengmao Logistics in oil smuggling in his early years. Later, he gathered a group of people to specialize in the "smuggled oil" business.

He owns seven modified oil tankers, two underground oil depots, and several fixed oil supply points located in the urban-rural fringe.

They don't go into the city; they operate mainly near highway entrances and logistics parks, targeting passing trucks.

Lu Zheng also discovered that some of Gong Liankui's men were specifically soliciting customers at highway service areas, handing out small cards to out-of-town drivers that read "High-price buyback of fuel cards, 24-hour fuel delivery," and that a single phone call could summon a tanker truck to the roadside.

These "mobile gas stations" are like walking bombs; they could cause trouble no matter which road they pass through.

Chen Mo spent two days squatting at a highway service area in the west of the city, and sure enough, he saw two young men climb over the ramp and hand out small cards to each of the large trucks.

He followed one of them and discovered that every time the other person handed out a card, he would take a picture of the truck's license plate with his phone.

At night, these people would compile the license plate information and give it to Gong Liankui.

They kept a clear record in their notebooks of which vehicles were from regular customers, which were "new cargo," and which vehicles had security guards that made them difficult to target.

Chen Mo took the photos and sent them back to the Municipal Bureau.

Lu Zheng said that this was already the prototype of a cross-regional illegal oil trading criminal chain, with dozens of people working in Yi'an alone. The division of labor for storage, transportation, sales and collection was clear, and all of them were linked to Gong Liankui's company.

Jiang Ruolan decided to take action against him.

The municipal bureau, along with emergency management and market supervision departments, formed a joint task force, which was under the unified command of Lu Zheng.

Before the operation, Zhao Rui went to refuel again to find out the exact location of the underground oil depot: behind the abandoned grain depot in the suburbs, there was a row of old bungalows, the oil tanks were buried underground, covered with cement slabs, disguised as an abandoned canteen.

After receiving the intelligence, Jiang Ruolan made arrangements overnight and decided to launch a raid at four o'clock in the morning to simultaneously take down Gong Liankui's several oil supply points and oil depots.

That morning, before dawn, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

Lu Zheng led four groups of police officers to carry out separate operations.

Chen Mo followed Zhao Rui to the abandoned grain depot on the outskirts of the city.

There were two large dogs outside the oil depot, and two patrolmen were dozing off against the wall.

Chen Mo and Zhao Rui crept in along the wall and first pinned the two patrolmen to the ground.

Suddenly someone shouted from inside, and then the iron gate was pulled open from the inside. A tall man with a fierce face rushed out with an iron crowbar and started smashing it at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo rolled to the side, grabbed the man's wrist holding the crowbar, and twisted it, knocking the man to the ground.

Zhao Rui added another kick, stepping on the man to keep him in place.

Other police officers rushed in.

There were four people sleeping in the oil depot, and they were all woken up and handcuffed.

Lu Zheng's side also went smoothly.

Gong Liankui stayed at a female employee's home that night. The police started staking out the apartment complex from the underground parking garage and waited until he came downstairs to drive his car before stopping him at the exit.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Gong Liankui saw police cars all around him, but instead of running, he smiled and said:

"I knew this day would come sooner or later."

Lu Zheng opened the car door and said:

"Then why didn't you turn yourself in sooner?"

Gong Liankui said:

"I can't bear to leave this line of work. The money comes too fast."

After being brought to justice, Gong Liankui confessed to the complete route of smuggling "red oil" and substandard diesel fuel from coastal areas of other provinces into the country, as well as the dozen or so subordinates and "oil delivery teams" he had developed around Yi'an.

In addition to selling oil near highway exits and logistics parks, his men also regularly supplied oil to some logistics companies and dump truck fleets, recording the costs as "vehicle maintenance fees" and "site rental fees" to evade crackdowns.

Based on his confession, the task force, together with police from surrounding counties and cities, traced the leads and dismantled two upstream supply dens, seizing dozens of tons of illegal oil products.

The substandard diesel fuel that was seized was later disposed of in a harmless manner under the supervision of the environmental protection department.

After the entire operation was completed, the municipal bureau specially invited technicians from the oil company to come and remind the drivers and logistics companies who had previously refueled at Gong Liankui's place.

Chen Mo spent another day squatting at the West City Service Area and found that the people handing out small cards were gone. Several familiar truck drivers said that the oil dealers had all dispersed recently.

A driver from Henan patted Chen Mo on the shoulder and said:

"If you guys do this, we'll use less cheap gas in the future, which will also mean less damage to our cars."

Chen Mo smiled and said:

"Cheap oil is mixed with arsenic. Adding it doesn't save you money; it shortens your lifespan."

The driver nodded repeatedly.

After the case was closed, Jiang Ruolan said at a general meeting that the refined oil market is a field where organized crime often infiltrates.

They don't carry knives or guns, but an oil tank is equivalent to a bomb, and an oil pipe is connected to a bone scraper.

Those who stick oil pipes into the fuel tanks of trucks and those who shove loan slips into students' hands are essentially the same—they are both exploiting ordinary people for personal gain.

We cannot let our guard down just because they are wearing work clothes and driving tanker trucks.

When Jiang Ruolan walked out of the meeting room after the meeting ended, it was already completely dark.

The heat in the courtyard hadn't subsided. Lu Zheng squatted on the steps drinking water, while Zhao Rui and several young police officers stood under the basketball hoop discussing the case they had just handled.

Chen Mo walked by, carrying two watermelons.

Zhao Rui jokingly remarked to Chen Mo, "Why are you being so generous today?"

Chen Mo said:

"A driver at the highway service area gave it to us, saying we've had a hard time."

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