After a brief panic, Song Shuang picked up the bag again, observed it calmly, and concluded: "It's not Coco, it's not my dog."
Although they are both Su Mu, Coco's head is not so small. This is another poor victim.
Colleagues at the TV station became excited. This was a naked threat and a crime!
"Shuang'er, call the police." My colleague said.
"No one can touch this box. There are fingerprints on it." Song Shuang was very calm. She was not afraid at all, but was slightly excited. She was the daughter of her old police officer. When she was in elementary school, she often did homework at the police station and watched. The uncles tortured the prisoners without blinking an eye, and the mere bullheads could not scare her.
Song Shuang first reported the incident to the security department of the TV station, and then made three calls. First, he called 110 to report the incident, then he called Shen Hongyi directly, and the last call was to his father.
Song Jianfeng was on a business trip overseas at this time. He couldn't help but frown when he received his daughter's overseas call. He knew that his daughter would not call unless something serious happened.
"Shuang'er, what's the matter? Dad is in transit in Istanbul."
"Dad, I think it's better to tell you something. Someone just sent me a box with the head of a Su Mu in it."
"What! Is it Coco!"
"Probably not. I suspect that Yan Zhizhong is threatening me. I have already reported the case."
"Yan Zhizhong? I understand. Don't go home at night. Go stay at Pengpeng's house and take Coco with you."
"Okay, I got it. Goodbye dad."
After hanging up the phone, people from the security department arrived. There wasn't much they could do. They sealed the surveillance video at the gate and cooperated with the public security in the investigation. Five minutes later, the police from the police station arrived. Ten minutes later, the city bureau's criminal police brigade took over the case.
Song Shuang simply made a note and hurried home under the protection of the police. She was still living in the family compound of the provincial government. When she opened the door, Coco rushed over to her affectionately, wagging her tail. Song Shuang, who had been on tenterhooks, finally relaxed and burst into tears. Patter, hugging Coco and not letting go.
If this matter were left to ordinary people, it would be difficult to even file a case. However, Song Shuang's identity was different. Shen Hongyi personally arranged for elite soldiers to investigate, starting with the express box and gate surveillance. There was no specific consignor information written on the box. The courier is Jiangtong Express in this city, and the delivery person is a young man who often comes to the TV station to deliver goods. When he traced it to the business point, the person in charge said that the box was not picked up at the door, but was delivered by the consignor himself. The box was tightly wrapped. It was so strict that I accepted it without opening it for inspection.
The clues were broken, and there was no evidence that Yan Zhizhong sent someone to do this. The criminal police brigade summoned Yan Xiaojun and asked him if he knew about the dog head. Yan Xiaojun had been prepared for it. He had sufficient evidence of alibi, and there was no evidence on the box. Without his fingerprints, witnesses said the shipper was not Yan Xiaojun.
The police had no choice but to release Yan Xiaojun. He walked out of the Public Security Bureau triumphantly and flagged down a taxi to go home. The taxi drove forward for dozens of meters and suddenly stopped. Three men quickly got in the car, one on the left and the other on the left. Holding Yan Xiaojun on his right side, the man in the co-pilot looked over, holding a gun in his hand. Yan Xiaojun was a military fan and the leader of the Wolf Fang Team. He was no stranger to firearms. He recognized it as a Type 92 5.8 mm automatic pistol. A real guy, not a model.
The two men in the back seat are powerful and have big hands like iron pliers. Although Yan Xiaojun has also practiced, his level of military fans cannot be compared with others. He knows that he is a bad loser and will not listen to the old man's advice. Song Jianfeng will suffer the consequences. My daughter is not someone to be easily frightened.
"Brother, please don't slap me in the face later, okay?" Yan Xiaojun pretended to be relaxed, "How about this, brothers let me go, each of them will pay 100,000, and I will do what I say, I have mobile banking, and I will give it to you on the spot.
change."
No one paid any attention to Yan Xiaojun, and the taxi drove quickly to the suburbs. Yan Xiaojun was a little panicked, and chatted up: "Brother, my dad is Yan Zhizhong, the secretary of the Wangdong District Party Committee. You can name a few. It's not too outrageous. I can satisfy you. They are all
I'm just here to get some benefits, aren't I?"
The other party directly sealed Yan Xiaojun's mouth with tape.
After a long bumpy ride, the taxi arrived at the former Wangdong District Patriotic Education Base, where Yan Xiaojun's Wolf Fang Team was stationed. The place had been abandoned for a long time, overgrown with weeds, and the gate was covered with rust.
Yan Xiaojun was let down, and someone threw him a shovel and asked him to dig a hole.
"What are you digging for?" Yan Xiaojun became anxious, thinking that he couldn't commit the crime, why not just scare Song Shuang, and he didn't really kill her dog.
"Dig a long one, as long as you can lie down in it," the other party said.
Is this the rhythm of being buried alive? After all, Yan Xiaojun is also a military enthusiast. He has practiced sparring, boxing and shooting. When death is imminent, he will inevitably have the idea of fighting to the death. He holds the handle of the shovel tightly and stares at the nearest one.
A man, accumulating strength, suddenly got up and swung his shovel towards him.
The shovel failed, and the opponent quickly dodged it. Yan Xiaojun received a rubber stick on his lower back, which made him feel like his waist was about to break. The pain caused him to kneel on the ground, groaning and having mucus coming out of his nose.
"Keep digging." The other party said coldly. This time, the shovel was not allowed to be used. He could only dig the soil with his hands. Yan Xiaojun squatted on the ground digging the soil, and his fingernails were almost broken. As long as he moved a little slowly, the rubber stick would come out.
, making him feel like a laborer under the whip of the Japanese invaders.
A long pit was finally dug. Yan Xiaojun was trembling with fear and said with a smile: "Brothers, you won't really bury me alive, will you?"
"What do you think?" The leading man gave Yan Xiaojun a sap, and Yan Xiaojun fainted to the ground. He was tied up and thrown into the pit. The four people filled up the soil, leaving only Yan Xiaojun's head outside. They took a few photos and left.
go.
Yan Xiaojun was only discovered the next day. He shouted hoarse before calling in the villagers who were passing by nearby. He was dug out and half-dead, his blood was blocked, and he was too frightened. He was sent directly to the hospital. At the same time, the Central Committee
The top-level media began to get involved in reporting on Yan Zhizhong's corruption. This was a strong signal that the Jiangdong Discipline Inspection Department could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb. The Provincial Discipline Inspection Commission interviewed Yan Zhizhong and announced that he had double regulations that afternoon.
Yan Zhizhong is a provincial cadre, and Liu Fei cannot protect him. Moreover, he has so many things to do now that he cannot distract himself from protecting a peripheral district party secretary who is about to retire.
Liu Fei is concerned about the 520 case. If he is not careful, he will fall into a situation of no return. Fortunately, everything is under control. The latest information comes from the anti-crime base every day. Hei Lin is very strict and the police have tried their best.
It can't be pried open either.
Heizi walked in and placed the tablet in front of Liu Fei. Liu Fei picked it up and looked at a few photos and nodded: "Did it be handled cleanly?"
"Absolutely, professional level." Heizi said that he no longer has a public official status. He registered a security and defense consulting company by himself and recruited a group of like-minded buddies. On the contrary, he lived a more relaxed life than before.
"Delete the photo." Liu Fei handed the tablet back and let out a long breath. The 520 case could finally come to an end.
…
At the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Shen Hongyi was working. Xu Gongtie entered in a hurry and whispered: "Bureau Shen, something happened. Hao Jiahui, deputy director of the Transportation Bureau, committed suicide by jumping off the building and left a suicide note admitting that he was the one who ordered the 520 case."
Shen Hongyi stood up suddenly, his brows furrowed into a "Sichuan" shape.
"Go to the scene."
Hao Jiahui jumped from the 13th floor of the Office Building of the Transportation Bureau, and his body burst into pieces after the fall. There was no need to rescue him. The body had been taken away, and there were traces of blood on the ground. A handwritten suicide note was delivered to Shen Hongyi. .
The suicide note was not long, more than 100 words. Hao Jiahui admitted that he had caused the May 20 tragedy. After the incident, his conscience was condemned, and he could not sleep and eat well. He really could not bear the huge psychological pressure, so he chose to leave this world and finally opened his heart to his family, society and victims. The family members of the deceased expressed their remorse, signed Hao Jiahui, today.
"Let's compare the handwriting to see if it was written by him." Shen Hongyi's mind was a little confused. Hao Jiahui suddenly committed suicide, disrupting his plan. Maybe it was the criminals' plan to lose the pawn to protect the car, but it seems that Hei Lin should be the pawn. And Hao Jiahui, who is the deputy director of the Transportation Bureau, is handsome.
As we all know, Hao Jiahui was a cadre promoted by Liu Fei. He was originally the manager of the Huaijiang Taxi Company. He was directly transferred to the transportation management office of the Transportation Bureau and became the director. Not long after, he was promoted to deputy director and was still in charge of the transportation management office. This position has great power. It's very big, rich in oil and water, and Hao Jiahui is young and promising, with an unlimited future. He should belong to the Guards in Liu Fei's camp, so why would he be pushed out?
The direction of the investigation quickly shifted to Hao Jiahui. After handwriting comparison, it was confirmed that the suicide note was indeed written by the deceased. The conflict between Hao Jiahui and Qingshi Hi-Tech was also well known. He was a staunch opponent of electric vehicles and had tried his best to obstruct Qingshi Leasing. After the establishment and licensing of bus companies, they openly opposed the adoption of electric buses. After the May 20 incident, Hao Jiahui told reporters that bluestone batteries were the culprit of the explosion.
The police investigated the real estate, cars and deposits under Hao Jiahui's name and found that he had three ID cards, three passports, five properties, villas, four cars, and deposits worth tens of millions. He also had an improper interest chain relationship with a certain automobile manufacturer. Following the clues, they discovered that when Hao Jiahui was the general manager of the Huaijiang Taxi Company, he accepted huge bribes, bought hundreds of simple-equipped taxis with hidden brake discs at high prices, and sold them to drivers at a markup. After he became the deputy director of the Transportation Bureau, , and used their power to order a large number of buses and long-distance buses, and received millions in kickbacks.
The case gradually became clear and the chain of evidence was complete. For his own personal gain, Hao Jiahui did not hesitate to create a tragedy to hinder the promotion of electric vehicles. He instructed his cronies Bian Xugang to hire taxi driver Ma Wei to place a time bomb on the No. 520 bus, causing a large number of casualties. The social impact was extremely bad. Afterwards, he hired a murderer to kill Ma Wei. The firearms and vehicles used by the murderer were all obtained by Hao Jiahui through his connections in the underworld.
The 520 case was finally solved, and the leaders of the task force were very satisfied. They commended the police officers who participated in the war and gave Hu Peng a second-class merit.
The large iron gate of the black base slowly opened, and Hei Lin staggered out. In front of him were dozens of luxury cars and more than 300 men dressed in black.
Hei Lin couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had told him so many times to keep a low profile, but his brothers were just disobedient. Why did they insist on making such a big deal out of fear that people wouldn't know that they were gangsters?