Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 303 Human Traffickers Deserve to Die 48

Qin Haoran suddenly went crazy and grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it over: "Get out! How dare you touch me?! I am Qin Haoran! I am——"

Two policemen stepped forward in an instant, holding his arms on the left and right, and with a click, cold handcuffs locked his wrists.

"Deputy Mayor Qin," the Discipline Inspection Commission officer leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Your brother is smarter than you. He knows he can't handle it, so he chose to cooperate with the investigation... What about you? Are you going to keep on pretending?"

Qin Haoran suddenly raised his head, his pupils shrinking: "Impossible! Haoming, it's impossible."

"Why not?" the staff member sneered. "How tough do you think he is? You two brothers, after all, are just the same kind of people."

Qin Haoran's face turned pale instantly, and his lips trembled, as if someone was strangling his throat.

He is wavering. When it comes to his own interests, can his biological brothers really be relied upon?

But he quickly calmed down. It was impossible. Anyone would betray him, but Haoming wouldn't. Between them, there was no need for words. Those shady secrets, those bloody deals, were already ingrained in their bones.

Haoran was trembling all over, his suit disheveled, his tie askew, and his forehead covered in sweat. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word, and was dragged out by the police.

In the corridor, all the office doors were open, and the subordinates who used to bow and nod to him were now all looking at him silently - as if they were looking at a stray dog.

His leather shoes made a harsh scraping sound as they dragged against the ground, and his trouser legs were stained with the tea he had spilled. He looked utterly miserable. It was not until he was stuffed into the police car that he finally broke down and roared heartbreakingly:

"Lin Weimin! You're trying to trick me!!"

The car doors slammed, sirens blared, and the once glorious deputy mayor was driven towards an abyss from which he could never escape.

Meanwhile, in another interrogation room, Qin Haoming sat expressionless, like a cold stone statue. The police had interrogated him several times, but he remained silent, not even raising his eyelids.

"You think you'll be alright if you don't say anything?" the interrogating detective slammed the table. "Your brother has sold you out!"

Qin Haoming finally moved, a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth, but he remained silent.

He knew they were trying to trick him.

In the task force office, Mayor Lin sneered after listening to the report. "Two brothers, both choosing to remain silent—a perfect match." A secretary handed him a glass of water from behind. "I think they're thinking about the guy above them. Maybe he can still save their lives."

Mayor Lin took the cup, the steam blurring his glasses. "Tell the Discipline Inspection Commission to focus on investigating that offshore account. As for that..." He took a sip of water. "The old man is old, he probably doesn't have the energy to meddle in other people's business."

If there were no evidence, the person above would intervene, but now there is evidence and witnesses, and his style of doing things is to protect himself.

The light in the interrogation room was pale and dazzling. Qin Haoran stared at the thick pile of files on the table, his fingertips trembling unconsciously.

"Bank statements, surveillance footage, testimonies from the victimized students..." the interrogator from the Discipline Inspection Commission slowly flipped through the documents. "We even found the account books your brother hid in the safe."

Qin Haoran suddenly looked up, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes: "Impossible! Those account books clearly..."

It was clearly locked in your brother's private safe?" The interrogator sneered, "Unfortunately, his confidant was also turned against us."

The evidence is irrefutable and there is no room for maneuver.

Mayor Lin stood by the window, clutching a newly delivered document. On the other end of the line, an old, weary voice rang out, "...The evidence is irrefutable. Let's proceed according to procedure."

"I understand," Mayor Lin said respectfully. "This matter ends here."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to his secretary and said calmly, "Notify the task force that the case can be closed."

The secretary hesitated and said, "The network of relationships behind the Qin brothers..."

"With all the evidence, who would dare to interfere?" Mayor Lin took a sip from his teacup. "What did I say? That person is best at protecting himself."

At the closing meeting, Sirong flipped through the thick file: "Is this the end?" Teacher Zheng closed his notebook: "What the higher-ups want is social stability, not the truth."

Outside the window, the early summer sunshine is just right.

Teacher Zheng stuffed the case file into the filing cabinet and said, "Let's go. It's time to return to the team."

"The case is closed. You guys did a great job." Teacher Zheng pushed his glasses. "Zhuangzhuang, report to the Chengdong Police Station next Monday. Your internship will last three months."

Yu Zhuangzhuang's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise: "Thank you, Teacher Zheng!"

Teacher Zheng looked at Sirong again and said, "You still have to go back to the police academy, but the record of your assistance in this case will be kept in the file, which will be helpful for future assignments."

Sirong nodded, her face expression calm, and she just said "hmm" softly.

So far? Not really.

Don’t forget that Sirong is not only a student at the police academy, but also the 5th Master in the dark web.

Qin Haoran's network of connections and Qian Duoduo's company financial management fund are all fine now, but that doesn't mean that Master Wu will let them live a stable life.

Late at night, on the balcony of the police academy dormitory, Sirong sat on a small stool with her laptop on her knees.

The monitor pops up a crimson interface:

【Welcome back, VIP-05】

The chat box flashes wildly:

"Qian Duoduo's overseas account has been activated!"

Mayor Lin's son-in-law met with someone from UBS yesterday.

"Master 5, shall we start?"

She crunched the mint in her mouth and typed a line of code.

"Put out the bait and wait for the fish to bite."

Three months later, at the Chengdong Police Station, Yu Zhuangzhuang was mediating a neighborhood dispute with an elderly woman when he suddenly received an intranet notification: "Notice Regarding the Supervision of the Suspected Money Laundering Case of Qianduoduo Financial Management Company."

He stared at the "Source: Confidential" at the end of the document, his pupils shrinking. This familiar chain of evidence was arranged in the same way as in Qin Haoran's case.

After graduating from the police academy, Sirong took the initiative to apply for a transfer to a remote mountainous area in the northwest.

Surrounded by mountains, with poor transportation, lagging economic development, and a weak sense of rule of law, human trafficking has long been an open secret in this barren land.

Young and strong families saved money to buy a daughter-in-law to continue the family line, while the elderly and childless simply bought a child to continue the family line. In the simple adobe houses, the iron chains not only bound flesh, but also trampled on the dignity of the law.

The local police station is located in a dilapidated bungalow, with a serious shortage of police force and outdated case-handling equipment.

What is even more troublesome is that many grassroots cadres are themselves representatives of clan forces and turn a blind eye to such "customs".

When on duty, they often had to hike over several hills, and sometimes they would be surrounded by villagers holding farm tools just as they arrived at the village entrance. Here, the light of the police badge seemed to never reach those dark caves and cellars.