Chapter 240

This really isn't aesthetically pleasing; using clear tape would certainly be better.

But...

In this day and age, a hundred-yuan banknote torn to this extent is truly rare.

After all, nowadays people use mobile payments, unlike before when cash was often crumpled and easily damaged.

Hearing Hua Ping Ping's hand suddenly stopped.

His fingers were pinching the taped patch on one of the banknotes.

He rubbed it twice.

If one isn't careful, it is hard to feel that there seems to be a bump inside the tape.

He carefully peeled open that white tape.

Inside was a dark, thin sliver as delicate as a cicada's wing.

It was a miniature...

tracker.

167. A Map, Two Blue Dots

Beside the warehouse.

Inside the police car.

Hearing Hua Ping Ping sat inside, a notebook resting on his lap.

His fingers operated the computer with great speed.

In no time, he had found the information he needed.

Chipolo Sticker—the smallest miniature tracker currently available for purchase online.

The manufacturer is Philips.

This product also has a nickname, known as the "Chipolo Sticker."

From this nickname, one can tell how miniature and thin it is.

In some spy films,

one often sees a certain 007 agent passing by a target, brushing his shoulder or raising a hand to pat, and sticking a tiny tracker that can be hidden anywhere onto the target's body.

Such things seem impossible to exist in the real world.

But in fact, this thing not only exists, but can also be bought.

With a thickness of 0.5 millimeters and a length and width of less than one centimeter, it can be placed anywhere without being easily discovered.

And just now,

the thin sliver Hearing Hua Ping Ping found under the banknote's tape was exactly this kind of thing.

"What is this thing?" someone nearby asked.

"A tracker."

"A tracker? So small?"

Hearing Hua Ping Ping nodded. "Think about your SIM card; isn't it also very small and thin?"

The person beside him nodded.

"But even if you turn off your phone, navigation and positioning technology can still locate you; the principle is the same. It's just that this thing being able to be made so tiny and thin is truly eye-opening."

As Hearing Hua Ping Ping spoke, his gaze remained fixed on the laptop.

But this thing could not have been placed there by Basong himself.

There is only one possibility.

That is, someone else hid this thing inside the banknotes, and the banknotes are now in Basong's car.

That means his location was previously tracked.

But this is a matter of pure probability.

After all, banknotes like this could be spent at any moment.

Once they change hands to someone else, they lose their tracking value.

The person who placed the tracker had to gamble that these banknotes would not be spent within a certain timeframe.

And this probability involves strong elements of uncertainty.

After all, if you have a damaged banknote in your hand, stuck together with a piece of white tape, then basically, as soon as you need money, the first thing you think of is to spend this banknote first.

So...

Is this the reason why there are two hundred-yuan banknotes with white tape stuck inside this stack of money?

Even if one is spent, there is still another? This would extend the tracking time.

Hearing Hua Ping Ping raised his hand and rubbed the dry, peeling skin on his lower lip.

Could it be that the gang Basong belongs to—the Gulf Family—did not trust him, so they hid such a tracker among a pile of banknotes?

Was it to monitor Basong?

This sounds very unlikely.

Nor is there any need for it.

But.

Hearing Hua Ping Ping, this person, became the number one figure in the Southern Region Police Force.

Not because he is a genius.

But because.

He has enough patience.

He once lay in wait for a criminal in one place for forty-eight consecutive days, and finally successfully captured the criminal.

So, the thing he feared least was wearing down a criminal's patience.

And this, in turn, indirectly influenced the direction of his thinking.

For instance, others tend to take the path of clever shortcuts in their thinking; after all, everyone has a natural laziness.

But he was different; because he possessed a patience unimaginable to ordinary people, his line of thinking was often far more straightforward and unadorned.

For instance, right now, he had come up with a line of reasoning that others would find extremely troublesome.

This Chipolo Sticker tracker.

Ordinary people would be unlikely to know about it.

There were quite a few online sellers, but there was only one official flagship store for Philips.

So, could he not investigate all the online merchants who had recently sold this type of tracker?

Find all the orders, compare them one by one, and search for the clues he needed.

And as long as!

He could see the name Ning Chen among them—then!

Everything would be completely confirmed!

This could, of course, be explained as a coincidence, but what Hearing Hua Ping Ping wanted was the overlapping part formed by countless coincidences pieced together.

As for how he hid this thing inside the banknotes, and how he made the banknotes happen to end up in the hands of Basong's gravekeeper—that was a matter for later.

But the important thing was that, by then, Hearing Hua Ping Ping could directly apply to the provincial department—even directly to the ministry!

For an arrest warrant—to issue a nationwide manhunt and arrest for that man named Ning Chen!

This was the most important part; as long as this step was taken!

Liu Zhiguo, the director of the Donghai City Public Security Bureau, was even willing to cover for him and conceal the truth, which shocked Hearing Hua Ping Ping deeply—even though he had no direct evidence.

And while shocked, it also made him realize that something even greater must be hidden within this.

And right now, if all of this could be proven.

Then, this involved five human lives!

These five lives, measured in grams of drugs trafficked, would certainly warrant the death penalty.

But Hearing Hua Ping Ping still held that same view.

Everything should be decided by the law.

Not by some individual administering vigilante justice!

Hearing Hua Ping Ping stepped out of the police car; standing outside waiting was Zhang Ju, the director of the Mohe City Public Security Bureau.

"Director Zhang, I need your help."

Zhang Ju of Mohe looked at him. "Just say it!"