Chapter 881: Gao Yicheng Was Suspended

Bamboo Peak Police Station, the chief's office.

After Gao Yicheng dialed Lin Dongfan's phone, he first briefly reported the interrogation progress here, then explained the predicament: "Now Huang Jintang wants to see you in person, saying he wants to talk to you face to face."

"He doesn't trust you?" Lin Dongfan asked.

Gao Yicheng frankly said: "I'm from the City Bureau, he indeed guards against me. But I see his desperate look; he doesn't seem to be playing tricks. Now he can only save himself, with no way out."

"Alright, I'll come right over, keep an eye on him."

"Understood."

After hanging up, Gao Yicheng returned to the interrogation room and handed a cigarette to Huang Jintang.

And he told Huang Jintang: "Mayor Lin will be here soon. Before then, you can straighten out your thoughts, see if anything needs to be added. Strive to lay out the issue clearly in one go."

Huang Jintang held the cigarette in his mouth, first enjoying Gao Yicheng's cigarette-lighting service.

He took a deep drag all the way to the end.

His soul seemed to have been nourished.

Huang Jintang chuckled intriguingly: "Captain Gao, you say, if I hadn't hung out with Zhao Tianyu back then, what would I be like now?"

Gao Yicheng stared for a moment, then smiled: "Then you probably wouldn't be sitting here."

Huang Jintang also laughed.

He just laughed a bit bitterly: "I now understand that money can't beat power. In the eyes of some true nobles, money is just a pile of scrap paper."

After his words, Gao Yicheng merely smiled and didn't reply.

The interrogation room fell silent.

Only the clock on the wall ticked, like a human heartbeat; this thing can't stop, or else it becomes mere furniture in the human world.

Gao Yicheng liked listening to that sound, because he didn't want to be a mere ornament.

Before, he had no money, no power; after becoming a Deputy Brigade Commander, and having served five years as a narcotics officer in the southwest border, getting shot earned him the promotion opportunity.

He once thought that with the title of anti-drug hero, he would rise smoothly thereafter.

Later, reality slapped him in the face, and he realized that the so-called anti-drug hero meant nothing before the powerful; he could only tread carefully, making sure to offend no one.

This cautiousness lasted five or six years, turning him into a good-for-nothing seen by others as lacking drive and courage.

Today he finally stood up again, taking his place at the forefront! He didn't know if a wave would come and sink him into the sea of bureaucracy.

Let's cherish it as we go.

If he doesn't strive, he'll linger in mediocrity all his life; if he makes one effort, he might have a chance to turn the tide, possibly completely changing his fate.

After suppressing his myriad feelings, Gao Yicheng raised his wrist to check the time, not knowing whether Mayor Lin was already on the way; he could only wait patiently.

After waiting about ten minutes, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open.

Gao Yicheng thought it was Mayor Lin arriving, hurriedly rose to greet him, but upon turning his head, his heart pounded madly, almost startling him into letting out a fart on the spot.

The person who entered was not Lin Dongfan.

But Zheng Political Commissar 002 of the City Bureau, with two detectives trailing behind him, all veteran members of the City Bureau Criminal Investigation Detachment.

"Gao Yicheng!" Zheng Political Commissar's face darkened like a death god, exuding a killing aura: "What are you up to?"

Gao Yicheng's heart gave a thump, but his face remained fairly composed.

"Political Commissar, I'm interrogating a suspect."

"Interrogation? Why bring him to Bamboo Peak Police Station for interrogation? Why not report to the City Bureau? Who gave you the authority to skip superiors and set up a private court?!"

This barrage of questioning was like rolling thunder, leaving Gao Yicheng unable to utter a word.

Gao Yicheng never expected that this Zheng Laoer was such a bastard! Damn! Right off the bat he slapped me with the big hat of a private court, I damn your mother to the Gobi!

As a Deputy Brigade Commander enforcing the law, I don't even have the right to interrogate a criminal suspect?

Damn!

Gao Yicheng suppressed his anger, calmly explaining: "At the time the situation was urgent; Huang Jintang brought dozens of people to cause trouble, so I could only act nearby..."

"Don't give me that!"

Zheng Political Commissar forcefully cut off Gao Yicheng's words.

And he pressed: "I ask you, where's your phone? Why is it off?!"

Gao Yicheng fell silent for a second, then replied holding back anger: "When I went to the toilet, my phone accidentally fell into the toilet; a colleague can testify."

"Really just accidentally dropped it in the toilet? What a coincidence."

Zheng Political Commissar stared at him, his eyes cold as a blade; someone with poor psychological endurance could really be killed by his glance.

Gao Yicheng said nothing.

Zheng Political Commissar walked to the interrogation table, picked up the confession record and glanced at it. Some of the content clearly stabbed deep into his sensitive nerves.

Furious, he secretly exerted force, wishing he could grind these statements into powder!

It was quite obvious...

Zheng Laoer lacked the strength to grind it into powder.

So he shifted his gaze to Huang Jintang and asked: "Huang Jintang, what's the story with your injuries?"

This out-of-the-blue question left Huang Jintang staring in shock.

"Do I have injuries?"

"On my face or elsewhere?"

"How would I not know?"

Before Huang Jintang could recover, Zheng Laoer solemnly emphasized: "Don't be afraid; if someone tortures you for a confession, I can accept your complaint on the spot!"

As soon as those words landed, the scene fell into dead silence.

Gao Yicheng understood: Zheng Laoer was trying to pin the torture-for-confession hat on him! Huang Jintang likewise understood: Zheng Laoer was trying to seize back control!

Gao Yicheng gritted his teeth and stared straight at Huang Jintang, silently seeming to say: "Watch what you say!"

Huang Jintang also stared directly at Gao Yicheng.

At first he was a bit hesitant, but soon Zheng Laoer's questioning voice rang in his ear again: "This is an era of rule of law, what are you afraid of? Speak up about any grievance!"

"!!!"

Whether it's lawful or not, Huang Jintang doesn't care.

At this moment Huang Jintang truly realized—damn it, is this the clam and snipe fighting, the fisherman profits? Hell! This is a good thing.

You dogs biting each other, I'll naturally add fuel to the fire!

The bigger this fire burns!

The more people around staring at me, after all I'm the fuse!

And the more people staring at me, the safer I am!

I don't believe you'd dare kill to silence me under everyone's eyes!

Thinking of this…

Huang Jintang steadied himself and glanced at the law enforcement recorder beside him; Gao had recorded the whole process, with evidence in hand, to pin the torture-for-confession hat on him, he needed to think…

He pondered silently for a moment.

Huang Jintang righteously accused Political Commissar Zheng: "Reporting to the leader, I want to complain about Gao Yicheng! Earlier when he escorted me to the police station, that is, in the police car, he hit me! And he threatened me to give a statement as he said, otherwise he'd let me die in the detention center…"

Upon hearing that.

Gao Yicheng furiously roared: "Huang Jintang! What the hell are you spouting? When did I ever hit or threaten you? Where did I hit you? Show the wound…"

"Shut up!"

Political Commissar Zheng cut off Gao Yicheng's words.

Glowering at Gao Yicheng with angry eyes: "Whether he has injuries or not, the Judicial Department will determine it clearly! Now, you are suspended pending investigation! Immediately hand over your case to Xu Jialiang."

Xu Jialiang, the crew-cut man standing beside Zheng Laoer, is also a veteran criminal investigator.

He has often worked hand-in-hand with Gao Yicheng on cases.

Gao Yicheng stared at Xu Jialiang: "Old Xu, do you believe I would torture to extract a confession?!"

"Deputy Brigade Commander Gao, if you didn't torture to extract a confession, I believe the organization will clear your name." Xu Jialiang put on the act of an old good guy.

Gao Yicheng realized, in officialdom there are no brothers; the Xu-surnamed person has long wanted to replace him as Deputy Brigade Commander.

In a fit of anger.

Gao Yicheng snatched off his work ID from his chest, slammed it hard onto the desk, and directly retorted to Political Commissar Zheng: "If you have the ability, expel my party membership! Expel my public office!"

"What attitude is this?!"

Political Commissar Zheng solemnly warned Gao Yicheng: "Don't think that because someone has your back I can't touch you; this is an era of rule of law, not rule of man!"

"Heh, that slogan is shouted beautifully!"

In between angry laughter, Gao Yicheng clapped twice and then gestured an invitation: "You just want to take Huang Jintang away? Go ahead, I'll watch with wide eyes to see your grand finale!"