BSI Chapter 81 Paving the road with tons of gold, this operation is too cruel.
Chapter 81 Paving the road with tons of gold, this operation is too cruel.
Jingzhou Martyrs' Cemetery.
Located on a mountain on the outskirts of Jingzhou City, the area is surrounded by verdant pines and cypresses, exuding a solemn and dignified atmosphere. Aside from the elderly man tending the tomb, few people visit on ordinary days.
But today, this place is surrounded by police lights.
Hundreds of police cars were parked at the foot of the mountain, without sirens blaring, only their red and blue lights flashing wildly, as if roaring silently.
Qi Tongwei led his large group of men and quickly walked up the long stone steps.
With each step he took, his heart grew heavier.
In his previous life, he knelt before Liang Lu, losing all his dignity. In this life, he will make those who trampled on his dignity spit out everything they've swallowed.
According to Zhao Ruilong's confession, the entrance was located at the deepest part of the cemetery, next to the basement used to store the ashes of unknown martyrs. That area was originally an abandoned air-raid shelter, which Zhao Lichun later secretly converted into his private vault, abusing his position.
"Chief Qi, we've detected it." A police officer from the technical department ran over with a detector, his face grim. "It's behind this wall. The metallic reaction is extremely strong... so strong that the instrument is almost off the charts."
Qi Tongwei looked at the mottled cement wall. A portrait of a martyr still hung on the wall; it was a young soldier, smiling brightly.
"Take the photo down," Qi Tongwei said softly. "Wipe it clean and wrap it up."
An old special police officer stepped forward, carefully took down the portrait, wiped it meticulously with his training uniform, and then solemnly handed it to his comrade next to him.
"Smash it."
Qi Tongwei uttered a single word.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sledgehammer slammed against the wall with a dull thud. Each strike felt like a blow to the hearts of everyone present.
A few minutes later, the wall collapsed with a loud crash.
The dust settled.
When the scene inside was revealed to everyone, even Qi Tongwei, who had prepared himself mentally, couldn't help but gasp.
What a scene that was!
The vast underground space was densely packed with boxes. Some of the boxes were rotten, revealing bright red hundred-yuan bills inside, like small mountains.
In the middle of these mountains of money, a wall of gold was neatly stacked.
Those are gold bricks.
Each piece was printed with the number "9999", and under the light of a flashlight, it reflected an eerie, greedy, and nauseating light.
Tens of tons of gold and hundreds of millions in cash.
They're just piled up here, naked and exposed. Piled up on top of the martyrs' heads.
This isn't just money! This is the blood and sweat of tens of millions of people in Handong! This is life-saving money squeezed from the teeth of the workers at Dafeng Factory! This is an astronomical figure that the martyrs who sacrificed their lives to protect this land never saw before they died!
The scene was deathly silent.
Only the red indicator light on the body camera was flashing, faithfully recording this shocking scene.
"drop--"
"System notification: The system has detected that the host has completed the core task node 'Excavating the Source of Evil'."
Mission rating: S-level.
"Current dignity level: off the charts."
"Reward: Live streaming access for Operation Fox Hunt across the entire network has been enabled."
Qi Tongwei ignored the system notification in his head. He slowly walked to the golden wall and reached out to touch the cold gold bricks.
It's so cold.
Is this the temperature of power?
"Donglai." Qi Tongwei's voice was soft, yet it carried throughout the entire basement.
"Here!" Zhao Donglai answered loudly, his eyes filled with tears.
"Take pictures of all of this." Qi Tongwei pointed to the pile of gold and silver, "Every angle, every gold brick, every banknote, take clear pictures of them."
"No need to censor or cover it up. Just release the footage as it is."
"I want all the people of Handong to see what their officials are really doing!"
……
Half an hour later.
This video spread like wildfire across the country via the internet.
There was no background music, no narration. Only the sound of hammer blows against the wall and the suffocating golden light.
The entire internet exploded.
Weibo crashed, forums collapsed, and WeChat Moments was flooded with posts.
The people's anger was instantly ignited to its peak.
"You beasts! That's a martyrs' cemetery! How dare they?!"
"My grandfather is in that cemetery! His leg was blown off in the war, and he never even had a decent house to live in his entire life! These corrupt officials actually hid gold in his hair?!"
"Kill them! They must be shot! Even a thousand cuts wouldn't be enough to vent our hatred!"
……
The Provincial Party Committee compound in Handong.
The air in the Standing Committee meeting room was as still as a solid plate.
That video was also playing on the big screen.
Sha Ruijin sat in the main seat, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. His teacup trembled, spilling tea all over the table.
"Snapped!"
Sha Ruijin slammed his hand on the table, causing the exquisite porcelain cup to bounce and shatter on the ground.
"Lawless! Inhuman!"
Sha Ruijin pointed at the screen, his fingers trembling. "Is this what our good cadres are? Is this the political climate in Handong? Comrades! This is digging up our very roots!"
The meeting room was completely silent.
Everyone kept their heads down, not daring to breathe.
Gao Yuliang, sitting on the left, was now drenched in sweat. His usually meticulously combed hair was now soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his forehead.
He didn't dare to look up.
He was afraid that if he looked up, he would see that idiot Zhao Ruilong had betrayed him.
He was even more afraid of seeing Sha Ruijin's eyes, which looked like they wanted to devour him.
It’s over.
This time it's really over.
Zhao Lichun's move of "playing dumb" was originally a very clever one. Who could have imagined that Qi Tongwei, that madman, would actually dare to tamper with the martyrs' cemetery?
Is this kid really not afraid of divine retribution?
No, it is the Zhao family, and it is Gao Yuliang, who deserves divine retribution.
Qi Tongwei is acting on behalf of Heaven to uphold justice.
Just then, the conference room door was pushed open.
Qi Tongwei, dressed in a police uniform, walked in, looking travel-worn. His boots were still covered in mud from the martyrs' cemetery.
He didn't salute or call out "Report!"
He walked straight up to Sha Ruijin, took a walkie-talkie out of his pocket, and placed it on the table.
"Secretary Sha," Qi Tongwei's voice was calm yet firm, "the treasury has been found. Zhao Ruilong has confessed everything."
"This is the Zhao family's last trump card, and also the last fig leaf for the officialdom of Handong."
Qi Tongwei turned around, his gaze sweeping over each of the Standing Committee members present, finally settling on Gao Yuliang's pale face.
"Teacher," Qi Tongwei called out calmly, "you should take a look too. There might be a 'pension fund' for you in there."
Gao Yuliang trembled all over, as if he had been whipped. He wanted to speak, to explain, but when he opened his mouth, not a sound came out.
Qi Tongwei ignored him, picked up the walkie-talkie, and pressed the call button.
"I am Qi Tongwei."
Operation codename: Fox Hunt.
"Catch them all in. Leave no one alive."
"Grasp!"
At this command, police cars that had been lying in wait in various corners of Jingzhou simultaneously sounded their sirens.
At that moment, the sirens blared through the sky, as if trying to pierce the long-suppressed heavens.
The sky over Handong is finally about to brighten.