Naturally, Ma Rongcheng, an expert in the provincial department, cannot be left behind. When his title as a "temporary worker" in the provincial department can be changed to a regular job depends entirely on this incident.
Ma Rongcheng took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile: "Old Wang, I would like to ask you to help find two people. One is named Zhang Yang, female, from Dongzhou, Donghai; the other is named Li Song, male, from a company in the KK Park in northern Myanmar.
Work, nicknamed Zorosong."
"KK? Isn't that place in eastern Myanmar?"
Director Wang opened the drawer, took out a pack of Liqun, tore open the transparent paper and distributed it to several people one by one.
How many years have passed, from the 555 he smoked when he first started working to Furong Wang today, Lao Wang has always liked thicker cigarettes.
Energetic enough and interesting enough, it can help him find a clear clue in the unclear case.
"Zhang Yang and Li Song, what's so special about the backgrounds of these two people? Are they the people to handle this project?" Lao Wang lit his cigarette, and the smoke hovered in the air.
"Ahem." Ma Rongcheng coughed a little more and said quickly, "I will send you the ID numbers of the two people now. You can quickly arrange for someone to check them."
If you look around and don't answer, there's something fishy about this thing.
Director Wang called the police on duty to explain the matter and check the identity information and whereabouts of the personnel on the intranet. It was common for them.
Unlike Dongzhou Province where Chen Shu is located, even if you check the driving trajectory of the car under your name, let alone a specific person, you will be criticized and write an inspection report if you are caught.
The person who came happened to be the young policeman who stopped everyone downstairs earlier.
"Director."
When the young police officer arrived at the office, his back was straight and his momentum was a bit more energetic and gangster than the police officers in coastal cities.
"After checking online, I will ask people everywhere to verify it." Director Wang said seriously.
"Yes." The young policeman took out his mobile phone, confirmed that he had received the ID number sent by the director for verification, and simply left the office.
Ma Rongcheng explained to Chen Shu and others in a low voice: "The situation here is special. There are some things that cannot be found on the intranet, so we need to find someone."
Chen Shu nodded. When handling cases in a different place, you are not allowed to do as the locals do. Besides, now that Ma Rongcheng, a local friend, is here, everything should be handled according to his ideas.
In fact, when handling cases in other places, especially cases named by the superiors, although the case belongs to them, when it comes to the place, the local police have to do the work.
As for them, they just watch and usually don't take action. When the case is over, they will not lack even half of the credit and honor they deserve.
Everyone chatted in the office for a while. Unexpectedly, Zhang Jian, the Zhang Suo who they had bumped into while having breakfast, ran back and said that Ma Rongcheng was doing a great job and that the target had been caught and thrown into the office. They just had to go and bring the person back.
That’s it.
Ma Rongcheng's face was indeed very important, so Zhang Jian later received a notice from Director Wang that after Ma Rongcheng arrived at their station, he got off the car without hesitation and returned to the police station.
Hearing that the institute's anti-drug target for this month had been completed, Director Wang, as the director of the institute, was beaming and very happy.
For top leaders in grassroots units like them, the most important job usually is to complete targets and assessments, in addition to contacting their superiors.
Although there is no specific case to be handled, the responsibility rests on your shoulders, which is not light.
After a while, the young policeman also returned to the office holding a newly printed document.
Zhang Yang visited Ruili a few days ago, and he was accompanied by two men. According to the hotel's check-in records, the three of them have left. As for where they went, it is currently impossible to find out.
But he definitely didn’t leave the country. This is for sure because there is no record of leaving the country.
As for this person named Li Song, he couldn't find any useful information on the computer. He only knew that he was a fugitive, and other miscellaneous records were of no use.
Zhang Jian had been greeted by Ma Rongcheng before, and now he naturally wanted to repay Li.
He smiled slightly, asked for the information in the young policeman's hand, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and walked out of the office.
This kind of thing that cannot be found on the public security intranet reflects the role of the offline network he has accumulated over the years. And this is also the basic professional skill that every deputy director of case handling at the local police station must possess.
After a while, Zhang Jian came back with a smile on his face.
This person named Li Song is very interesting. According to feedback from informants, this person has been very active in northern Myanmar recently and is also very famous.
There are over 100,000 people engaged in fraud in northern Myanmar. Even if you only count the management, there are a lot of people. It is not easy to make a name for yourself in this circle.
Li Song's fame stems from his craziness in nightclubs.
It is said that in the past half month, Li Rong often spends a lot of money in nightclubs, buying drinks for the whole night and giving them to all the guests.
This high-profile behavior in northern Myanmar, a mixed and sensitive place, instantly attracted the attention of all parties.
"We should have caught a big fish." Zhang Jian concluded, then put the information on his desk.
Scammers like them like to be public.
After cheating a lot of money, they either set off fireworks or treat guests to drinks and play with women.
One is to relax your mind, and the other is to inspire others to work harder to make money.
Sitting here, everyone knows about electronic fraud. After listening to Zhang Jian's summary, everyone nodded frequently, but Chen Shu didn't think so.
He has been to northern Myanmar and knows that there are splendid KTVs and bars everywhere in those parks or on the commercial streets outside the parks.
Whether it's a bar or a KTV, it's just a table, and the consumption of more than ten or more than two hundred thousand a night is no joke.
If, as Zhang said, he paid for the entire event by himself, or if he did it multiple times in half a month, the cost would be several million.
Judging from the clues provided by the peaked cap in the Kunming murder case, Li Song is only a middle-level manager. No matter how big the fish is, it is impossible to spend millions in nightclubs.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Chen Shu took the information, flipped through it, and asked: "After we arrive in northern Myanmar, can we use your informant to lead the way?"
Zhang Jian first glanced at Director Wang, and after receiving a positive reply, he said: "No problem, I will push his WeChat to you later, and then you can contact him yourself."
After saying that, Zhang Jian smiled, rubbed his thumb and index finger, and said jokingly: "People can give it to you, but you have to bear the cost yourself."
"Okay." Chen Shu closed the document. The content above was very simple, just a glance was enough.
Zhu Yiba breathed a sigh of relief secretly, and his matter finally became clear.
Everyone chatted in the office for a while. Ma Rongcheng looked at Chen Shu with a calm expression, thinking that people might look down on him because of his connections.
The most important thing is that you should not get the information you want.
Ma Rongcheng took a few heavy puffs of cigarette, coughed a few times, and said: "Old Wang, this girl named Zhang Yang should have gone to northern Myanmar. Through her Douyin and Zhihu accounts, we last saw that she was in Myanmar.
north."
Director Wang put out his cigarette butt and understood.
No wonder the task force came to this small police station to find someone. The woman she dared to love was probably a personal relationship and had nothing to do with the case, so there was no way to handle it in the police station.
Otherwise, there is no need to go to such trouble. The bureau can directly locate the woman's mobile phone's communication base station and assist the Sky Eye system to immediately know where the person is.
After all, in northern Myanmar, apart from water and electricity, even communications operators are Chinese.
Check it out and you'll be sure.
As he spoke, Ma Rongcheng glanced at Chen Shu, who was sitting next door. Out of the corner of his eye, he guaranteed in the name of his detective that although this guy was calm on the surface, he must be extremely nervous in his heart.
After recalling the information about this woman that Chen Chuan and he had revealed earlier, the corners of Ma Rongcheng's mouth slowly curled up.
Now that he has brought the team to this police station, he is quite confident that he can solve Officer Chen's troubles.
"This is what happened. Zhang Yang is a reporter. He received a call for help from the masses, and then ran to northern Myanmar to rescue people. Our target for this operation is three people, namely Zhang Yang, Lin Yu, and another Li Qin."
Everyone knows Zhang Yang, a female reporter.
Lin Yu is the son of the aunt who asked Zhang Yang for help.
Li Qin is the younger brother of Li Xia who is following Zhang Yang and is also trapped in northern Myanmar.
As Ma Rongcheng spoke, he briefly glanced at Chen Shu. Chen Shu pursed his lips, neither objecting nor agreeing, but just didn't speak.
Ma Rongcheng felt confident, reached out and clicked on the information on the table, which happened to be Zhang Yang's photo, and said solemnly: "This is one of my own."
After a pause, he coughed heavily and repeated: "One of our own."