flstandardbreds Chapter 918 Arrested and brought to justice
Chapter 918 Arrested and brought to justice
"I..." Wu Hailong finally spoke, his voice hoarse like a broken gong, "I just want to know where his goods came from! My brother-in-law's toy factory was raided, and I have no income..."
"So you followed him to the warehouse, filmed the incident, and tried to blackmail Long Scar?" Wang Fang pressed closer. "But you didn't expect Long Scar to kill you to silence you."
Wu Hailong suddenly burst into tears, tears and snot dripping onto his chest: "I really didn't kill anyone! When I got to the warehouse, they were already arguing. I hid outside the door to take pictures and saw Long Scar pull out a rope... I was terrified and ran away." He raised his head, his eyes filled with fear, "Long Scar was too cruel. After strangling Wei Guo, he even said to the corpse, 'If you dare to wash your hands, I'll chop you up.'"
Li Ming and Wang Fang exchanged a glance; this detail perfectly matched the "strangulation" finding in the autopsy report. He pulled out a map and pointed to a cluster of abandoned factories on the outskirts of Beichuan: "Long Scarface has a base in Beichuan, doesn't he? You delivered goods for him before, so confess!"
“I only know his name is ‘Old Ghost’,” Wu Hailong said, pointing tremblingly to the “Red Star Fertilizer Plant” on the map. “I went there with him once three years ago. It’s close to the highway exit, which makes it convenient to transport goods.”
The technical team quickly retrieved satellite images of the Hongxing Fertilizer Plant: the abandoned factory buildings covered approximately 20,000 square meters, with underground warehouses and a dedicated railway line, consistent with the characteristics of a drug transit point. More importantly, the satellite cloud imagery showed a black SUV parked in the bushes outside the plant's western wall for over 48 hours, the model matching the vehicle registered to Song Jianchao, who had a long scar.
"Notify the Beichuan SWAT team, they're leaving in five minutes." Li Ming grabbed his bulletproof vest. "Wu Hailong, you better pray you're not lying to us—"
"I didn't lie!" Wu Hailong suddenly shouted, "He has a gun! Last National Day, he shot and smashed a bottle of liquor in a private room, saying, 'That's the rule for people who are selling goods for others!'"
Wu Hailong has made a significant breakthrough in finding a way to boost his energy.
A sudden downpour forced the SWAT team to speed along the muddy country roads. Li Ming stared out the window at the splashing raindrops, clutching the crucial clue provided by Wu Hailong—Song Jianchao, with his long scar, had a habit of burning ledgers at the hideout before each shipment, and today was his scheduled "shipment day."
The moment the iron gate of the Hongxing Fertilizer Plant was blown up, Li Ming was the first to rush into the factory. In the dim light, a figure wearing a gas mask was throwing documents into a combustion furnace, the flames illuminating the scar on his left cheek. "Song Jianchao!" Li Ming raised his gun as a warning, "Drop your weapon and put your hands behind your head!"
The moment Song Jianchao turned around, gunfire erupted. Li Ming quickly dropped to the ground; the bullet grazed his ear and struck a "Safe Production" slogan on the wall. SWAT officers surrounded him from the side door, and as the tear gas exploded, Song Jianchao smashed open a back window and jumped into the bushes. Li Ming gave chase, grabbing his ankle beside the abandoned railway tracks.
"You can't escape!" Li Ming pressed down on Song Jianchao's head, and the handcuffs clicked shut.
In the interrogation room, Song Jianchao's blood sample was quickly extracted. The technical team reported that his DNA matched perfectly with the skin tissue under Liu Weiguo's fingernails, and the composition of the mud on the soles of his shoes was consistent with that of the abandoned warehouse and the seafood market.
Nearly a week later, the suspect in Liu Weiguo's murder case was finally arrested and brought to justice.
The interrogation of Song Jianchao began immediately that evening. The sound of the iron door closing in the interrogation room struck him like a heavy hammer. Song Jianchao sat in the iron chair, the handcuffs on his wrists making a cold, hard sound as they hit the table. He wore a black hoodie, and the scar on his left cheek gleamed bluish-purple under the fluorescent light. A defiant smirk always played on his lips, as if he were sitting in his own living room rather than a police interrogation room.
"Name?" Li Ming opened the notebook, the pen tip hovering over the paper.
"Song Jianchao, didn't you already know?"
Song Jianchao looked disdainful. He knew the crimes he was guilty of, so he didn't take the people interrogating him seriously at all.
However, this does not mean that Song Jianchao had no intention of resisting at all.
He won't say anything without evidence.
"Do you know why we arrested you?" Wang Fang slammed the USB drive on the table, the data light under the transparent casing flashing like the eyes of some deep-sea creature.
Song Jianchao glanced at the USB drive, his smile widening: "Officer, entrapment isn't exactly honorable."
"Entrapment?" Li Ming suddenly raised his voice, "Go to the abandoned warehouse B-07 in Beichuan on December 31st, didn't you see Liu Weiguo there?"
Song Jianchao's pupils contracted slightly, but he still shook his head: "I don't know him."
Li Ming nodded to Wang Fang, and the projector in the interrogation room suddenly turned on. In the video, Song Jianchao's long knife scar appeared in the dim light; the moment the dagger was pressed against Liu Weiguo's throat, the gunshot wound on Song Jianchao's forehead was clearly visible. His hoarse threat came from the video: "Dare to wash your hands or I'll chop you up."
Song Jianchao's smile froze, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently. Li Ming noticed that his right hand, hidden under the table, was clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"Would you like to see more clearly?" Li Ming pressed the pause button. "Your hat was ripped off by Liu Weiguo, and the location of the gunshot wound matches the prison record. Should I retrieve your medical examination report from when you were released from prison?"
Song Jianchao remained silent for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter: "So what if I was there? He wanted to steal my goods, I was just there to negotiate!"
"Negotiations require ropes?" Wang Fang tossed out the forensic report. "The skin tissue under Liu Weiguo's fingernails is yours, and the width of the ligature mark matches the circumference of your wrist—are you still trying to deny it?"
Song Jianchao's gaze swept over the DNA comparison results on the report, and he finally lowered his head. But soon, he raised his eyes again, his gaze sinister: "Yes, I killed him. Who told him to try to work alone and even dare to threaten me to report him?"
"Tell me the details." Li Ming gripped his pen tightly. "Start with why you killed him."
Song Jianchao leaned back in his chair, as if recounting something commonplace: "That bastard Liu Weiguo, after he got out of prison, followed me around, made some money, and then wanted to quit. It's true his son has leukemia, but he doesn't know that the money for his son's treatment came from the blood money he earned selling drugs." He suddenly laughed, "One day he came to me saying he wanted to quit, saying he 'didn't want his son to know his father was a drug dealer.' Isn't that ridiculous?"
"So you killed him?" Li Ming's voice was filled with suppressed anger.
"He knows too much!" Song Jianchao suddenly became agitated. "He knows everything about how the goods from Nanyue are transported and how the channels at Haizhou Port are managed! I can't let him go out alive and talk nonsense."
Wang Fang slammed her hand on the table: "Enough nonsense! Tell me the specifics of the crime!"
Song Jianchao rolled his eyes at her and continued, "On the night of December 31st, I asked him to deliver the goods to the abandoned warehouse. He came with half a kilogram of ecstasy pills, saying it was the last time. I pretended to inspect the goods and took the opportunity to strangle him with a rope..."