The salty and pungent sea breeze at Jiangcheng Wharf, carrying the heavy rain, made the iron roof of Warehouse No. 17 clank. Chen Mo moved along the base of the wall. When the military dagger pierced through the rusted iron chain, the sound of metal rubbing was particularly shrill in the silence. He held his breath and darted in. The smell of rotten wood and mold hit him in the face. By the cold light of his mobile phone, a mountain of containers could be faintly seen in the depths of the warehouse. Dark red liquid was seeping from the gaps, meandering into strange patterns on the ground.
"Here?" A hoarse female voice suddenly exploded above the head. Chen Mo instinctively rolled to dodge. A cold light brushed past his ears and nailed into the wooden board. It turned out to be a poisoned three-sided military stab. Looking up, a woman wrapped in a black windbreaker emerged from the shadows. Her scarlet manicure was playing with a butterfly knife. It was Su Qing, Xu Mingyuan's personal secretary. Chen Mo had seen this name on the bribery list of the Jinxiu Group before.
Vice Mayor Xu greatly appreciates your persistence. Su Qing stepped forward through the puddled water, and the blade cut a bloody mark in Chen Mo's throat. "But some people are destined not to survive tonight." Before the words had even finished, the ceiling light of the warehouse suddenly lit up, and dozens of fully armed mercenaries emerged from behind the container, their dark gun muzzles pointed at Chen Mo. In the corner, Xu Mingyuan was holding a whisky and gently swirling his glass. The gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses was like that of a venomous snake examining its prey.
Chen Mo held the voice recorder in his pocket tightly and forced himself to stay calm: "Vice Mayor Xu is making such a big fuss because he's afraid that I'll expose the details of the overseas drug Lord's transactions to the public?" He deliberately raised the yellowed note and caught a glimpse of Xu Mingyuan's face turning gloomy out of the corner of his eye. Just then, a shrill siren suddenly rang out outside the warehouse. Zhao Jianfeng's roar pierced through the rain curtain: "Xu Mingyuan!" The special task force of the provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection has been ordered to search!
"Bad!" It's luring the tiger away from the mountain! Su Qing's expression changed suddenly. Xu Mingyuan, however, calmly pressed the button of his watch. Suddenly, the entire warehouse trembled violently - the walls cracked, revealing the hidden mezzanine, which was filled with boxes of heroin and gold bars, as well as stacks of documents stamped with government seals. "Chen Mo, do you think you can bring me down with just a note?" Xu Mingyuan raised the tablet in his hand. On the screen was the real-time surveillance footage of Chen Mo's wife and daughter in the shopping mall. "Look at this. Are you still in the mood to play games?"
Chen Mo's temples were twitching and his nails were almost pinched into his palms. Just as the situation was at a stalemate, a muffled sound of a heavy object hitting the ground came from the depth of the mezzanine. All eyes were drawn over. By the searchlight, Chen Mo saw a disheveled man curled up in the corner, with an iron chain around his neck and a rusty iron ball chained to his ankle - it turned out to be the director of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, who was supposed to be on vacation abroad!
Vice Mayor Xu... Save me... The director's voice was in a crying tone, "I shouldn't have known your secret..." Before he could finish speaking, Su Qing's butterfly knife had precisely pierced his throat. Blood splattered on the documents. Chen Mo caught a glimpse of one of the contracts. The client was actually an overseas organization under the name of a "charity Foundation", and in the beneficiary column, the name of a relative of Xu Mingyuan was clearly written.
The siren was getting closer and closer, but Xu Mingyuan showed a confident smile. He picked up the walkie-talkie: "Start Plan B." In the next second, fierce flames suddenly broke out around the warehouse, and specially made incendiary bombs devoured all the evidence along with the containers. The mercenaries began to retreat in an orderly manner. Before leaving, Su Qing whispered in Chen Mo's ear, "Do you think Zhao Jianfeng can really save you?" His daughter is going to take part in the piano competition tomorrow.
The thick smoke was so choking that he couldn't open his eyes. Chen Mo desperately searched for an exit in the sea of flames. Behind him came the rumble of a heavy object collapsing. At the critical moment, he was pulled out of the fire by someone. Zhao Jianfeng was covered in dust. A noise came from the walkie-talkie in his hand: "Xu Mingyuan's motorcade is heading towards the airport!" Chen Mo wiped the blood off his face, gazed at the taillight of the helicopter that had receded into the night sky, and took out the charred corner of the voice recorder from his bosom - fortunately, the memory card was intact.
They were well prepared. Chen Mo stuffed the voice recorder into Zhao Jianfeng's palm, "But we have also made new discoveries." He pointed to the distant river surface illuminated by flames, where several speedboats were towing waterproof tanks filled with evidence towards the deep sea. That was a fallback plan he had planted before being caught, using the trick of "substituting the beam for the pillar". The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Chen Mo gazed at the pale light on the horizon and knew that this gamble was far from being decided.