Chapter 145: Occupy the First High Ground

Assemble!

On this somewhat unserious night, the Changming Branch Bureau dispatched 21 criminal investigators, all uniformly dressed in proper police uniforms, and assembled at the entrance of the Nanzhou City Procuratorate.

The bureau leadership did not show up; the person leading was Zhang Yong.

Over the years of tutoring kids, Zhang Yong pondered astronomy above and geography below, in between grasping the complexities of human affairs; a moment's inattention and he grasped the worldly wisdom of 'Old Brother Fan'—this is a vast, tumultuous battlefield; whether the great river flows east or west, when it's time to act, act, otherwise you'll have no friends.

In short, to sum it up, let's do it first and talk later!

Zhang Yong stood on the steps of the procuratorate and first sent Lin Dongfan a text message: 'Old Brother Fan, the troops have reached the battlefield; if you don't come again, I'll steal your spotlight, my dead egg?'

At this very moment, Lin Dongfan was still at the funeral home, where the crowd watched Chief Forensic Doctor Qin perform an autopsy on the body of Shang Liang.

This was the first time in his life he had witnessed an autopsy.

Lin Dongfan was truly drawn in; he couldn't move his legs, couldn't bear to blink an eye, fearing he'd miss the chance to gain insight.

The phone text message chimed.

He replied without hesitation: 'Your dead egg you keep; no need to give it to me. Please understand, I've always been on the cutting edge, never lacking spotlight.'

'Got it, little brother—this is Lu Zhishen burying flowers, a bit affected.'

After replying, Zhang Yong slipped his phone into his pants pocket.

His eyes fixed on the neat ranks below.

He shouted with rising and falling cadence: 'Brothers, Team Yang has been wronged, seemingly suffering; tonight! The moment to witness a miracle has arrived—listen to my command: Attention! Right—step—march!'

The twenty brothers below coordinated perfectly.

Everyone stepped in unison, the two left and right columns advancing side by side, together mounting the steps and marching into the interior of the procuratorate.

Just as they reached the lobby.

Wang Anping, prosecutor of the First Procuratorial Department, came out leading four or five prosecutors.

Wang Anping put on airs and warned the leader, Zhang Yong: 'Zhang Yong, I warn you, don't act recklessly! This is the procuratorate, not your backyard!'

Had he not said this was the procuratorate, it would have been better.

But as soon as he said this was the procuratorate, it was like igniting the anger of Zhang Yong and the twenty brothers behind him—this is purely a nonsensical saying of 'bring up the pot that won't boil'.

The grudge between criminal investigators and the procuratorate has always been suppressed on the surface, but in private it's 'screw your grandma!'

Usually, the brothers of the criminal investigation team risk their lives on the front lines hunting criminals, each day exhausted like a mangy Tibetan mastiff, and only with difficulty do they glimpse a hope of closing a case.

But this hope is always ruthlessly destroyed by the procuratorate.

Hand the case over to the procuratorate, and they lightly reply, 'Insufficient evidence, return to supplement investigation.' This happens all the time.

Experiences like this have long been building up into a tide in the hearts of Zhang Yong and the others.

Is the procuratorate that impressive?

Tonight, the brothers will make it your procuratorate's day!

Zhang Yong ignored Wang Anping's warning, waved his hand: 'Brothers, maintain an upright posture that cannot be killed or insulted, march—step—march!'

Halt!!!

Wang Anping spread his arms, assuming the posture of a great peng spreading its wings, blocking the front.

He glared fiercely at Zhang Yong: 'Get out! Otherwise...'

'Otherwise what?' Zhang Yong questioned: 'Want to fight? Do you know how many newtons of force your 250-gram brain can drive? I'll give you ten seconds to answer; if you get it right, I'll withdraw.'

Faced with this bizarre question type, Wang Anping instinctively thought for three seconds.

After three seconds, he grew sullen, his face turning dark.

What is the answer.

Even if Newton showed up, he'd be baffled.

But Wang Anping belatedly realized the point: a 250-gram brain is basically a scientific-sounding way of calling someone an idiot.

Wang Anping angrily demanded: 'You're dead set on causing trouble, right?!'

'Do the problem first, then talk to me—I have no common language with underachievers, please move aside.' Zhang Yong flicked his hand, pushing the blocking Wang Anping to the side.

Leading the two columns of brothers behind him, he advanced deep into the procuratorate.

Straight to the interrogation room.

But Zhang Yong did not lead a charge into the interrogation room to take Yang Qing away; instead, he ordered the brothers to stand tall in posture on either side of the hallway, one column on the left, one on the right.

Wang Anping also cut the small talk, making a call in front of Zhang Yong to have prosecutorial personnel brought over.

This is shaping up to be a battle.

Zhang Yong gave a slight smile: 'Comrade Procurator with a 250-gram brain, here's the situation: tonight we received a report that someone wanted to bomb the procuratorate. So we worked overtime to stand guard for your procuratorate, purely to escort and protect you. Do you understand the tenderness of the criminal investigators? We are carrying out official duties.'

'Bullshit!' Wang Anping glared at Zhang Yong and pressed: 'Who dares to bomb the procuratorate?'

Zhang Yong lit a cigarette, leisurely replied: 'Under investigation; for now I can only tell you: you're obstructing official duties, I have the authority to arrest you.'

You dare!!!

What a loud voice.

Zhang Yong flung out a pair of gleaming silver handcuffs.

Holding a cigarette, he issued an ultimatum: 'You're so uncooperative; now I suspect you're an insider of the bombing gang. I give you a chance to explain: why do you want to expel us?'

The true killing move, slay the person, exterminate the heart!

The atmosphere in the hallway instantly tensed to the extreme; Wang Anping, like a wretch pierced by ten thousand arrows, clenched his teeth secretly, even his facial muscles twitching slightly.

In the void, it seemed as if background music began to play:

'I am not a silent lamb; I have something to say...'

I am not a lamb.

But I like silence; silence is gold! What qualification does a cheap silver handcuff have to be worn on my hand, Wang Anping? I'm not unable to afford a Rolex!

Wang Anping sank his qi to the dantian, threw Zhang Yong a faint sneer: 'Want to stand guard for the procuratorate? Fine, then you stand here; I will neither expel nor serve you.'

Thank you for your cooperation.

After Wang Anping retreated back to the interrogation room, Zhang Yong took full control of this corridor of the procuratorate.

Although unable to enter the interrogation room to contact Yang Qing.

But it's fine.

The clever Yang Qing already let out a shout: "Brothers, you've worked hard! Rest assured, we definitely won't commit suicide to avoid punishment, that's the key!"

Received.

This is indeed the key point.

Even if we gave the Executive ten thousand courages of a bear's heart and leopard's gall, they wouldn't dare to strike a deadly blow at Yang Qing. As long as we hold out until the autopsy report comes out, the brothers can then achieve success and withdraw.

Zhang Yong sent a message to Lin Dongfan: "Old Brother Lin, our side has already seized the high ground."

Well done.

The autopsy work at the funeral home has also now entered its final stage.

Lin Dongfan asked Chief Coroner Qin: "Old Qin, can the autopsy report be out before dawn?"

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you; I don't have the resolve to work overnight." Qin Feng said while packing up his tools: "It would be more reasonable to submit the autopsy report before noon tomorrow."

Alright, I'll withdraw a bit.

Lin Dongfan had no intention of sleeping tonight; after leaving the morgue, he sent a message to his wife Chu Lingxi: "Rest early, don't wait for me tonight."

Afterwards, he hurried straight to the Nanzhou Procuratorate.

0:35 a. m.

By the roadside at the procuratorate's gate, a black Audi was parked; Xiao Yunce sat in the back seat, and the person acting as driver was Secretary Bai Wentao.

Xiao Yunce lowered the car window halfway.

He coldly stared at the procuratorate's gate, his tone grim and angry: "So many people from the Changming Branch have come; this is clearly to protect Yang Qing—who leaked the information?!"

===GOSSELARY===

Wang Anping