Chapter 517: Whose Suspicion Is the Greatest?

Pang Da staggered up from the ground, fell down several times, and felt that his balance system had a problem.

Clearly he was standing, but his feeling told him that the world was spinning!

He instinctively wanted to adjust his balance, and the result was falling to the ground.

He turned his head to look at the house that had become ruins, looking at the colleagues pressed by the ruins of the house, their faces showing painful expressions, their mouths constantly opening and closing, but he couldn't hear a single sound.

Wang Defa, what happened?

His brain was all muddled, the huge explosion left him in a trance.

Even the scene in front of him had some double images.

He suddenly felt a force hit him forward from behind him. He almost fell to the ground. When he turned his head, he saw many agent colleagues rushing over from other places toward the ruins, using their hands to move some things out and throw them away. He stood in the crowd, his eyes sometimes confused, sometimes clear.

After a while, about a few minutes, he gradually cleared up, and the lost sound returned to his ears.

"Save people quickly..."

"Help..."

"Who come and help me!"

"Does anyone have a tourniquet?"

Four people dug a bloody corpse out of the ruins at the same time, then placed it aside, and immediately continued to dig.

No one knew how many people were in the house at the time, and no one knew how many survived. They only knew that they must get these people out from under the ruins as soon as possible.

Pang Da also joined the rescue team. He now understood what Lansi meant by "don't get too close."

At the same time, from the depths of his soul, a shudder of palpitations emerged!

If he... had been closer, did it mean he would also be buried under the ruins?

"I found Weber!"

Pang Da stood up straight, immediately put down the work in his hand, and walked toward that sound. A lot of people had already gathered there. He pushed through the crowd and walked to the innermost part of the crowd. He did indeed see Weber.

But it wasn't a complete Weber, only his upper body, and it was a mutilated upper body.

Pang Da's brain was buzzing. Although he knew the answer before he came, he was still startled.

He turned his head to look at the pitch-black wilderness around him, and a chill that made people uneasy rose from the soles of his feet.

In the city, Dai Er was on the phone with his friend, a capable friend.

"... It's not that I don't want to help you, Dai Er. We've known each other for many years, and you know very well what kind of person I am."

"But as long as I can help you, I will definitely help you."

"Your repeated poor performance has made everyone very disappointed in you. Not transferring you to another place is already our greatest effort."

Dai Er listened to these words, and his brain hurt, "I know, so I don't ask you to do anything for me now, as long as it can be safe."

"I don't intend to return to Jinzhou anymore. I'm going to buy a house here, and then bring my family over..."

When saying these words, Dai Er's mood was obviously much lower. If possible, he didn't want to accept his fate.

But he really didn't do a good job.

During this period, he had also been considering some things. When he didn't intend to return to Jinzhou, it meant his bottom line was precarious.

Making a fortune and then retiring became his subconscious idea now. He knew he had this idea, but he was desperately denying his idea, or ignoring this idea as much as possible.

At the same time, he also knew very clearly that one day he would clearly recognize this problem and then take that step.

Job-related crimes, many people have done them; actually, there is nothing big about it.

The friend on the other end of the phone coughed. Dai Er heard some wrong signs, "You called me, it wouldn't be just to say a few irrelevant words to me, do you have something to say?"

"Tell me!"

He increased his tone, and his friend was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Jincheng is a rapidly developing and important city, whether it is its role in the world or its geographical location in the Federation, so someone is interested in your position."

Dai Er didn't think there was any problem with the first half of the sentence, so it led to this turning point at the end, making him not react for a while.

"You said, someone is interested in my position, who?"

"We are good friends, so I am willing to tell you the truth... quite a few."

"Egg!"

"You goddamn called me at night just to tell me that someone wants to kick me out of this position?"

"Fack, fack brother!"

Chief Dai Er made a sharp sonic boom in the office.

The friend on the other end of the phone waited for a while, and after his mood stabilized a bit, he continued, "The Prohibition Committee recently received a report, which talked about the smuggling wine problem in Licalai State."

"Twenty-three percent of the smuggled wine in the Federation enters the Federation from Licalai State. The long coastline has become the place smugglers like most."

"And it's too close to Yalan."

"You know what I mean."

Dai Er stayed in Jinzhou for a considerable period of time. Of course, he understood the meaning behind these words.

It's not that a large amount of smuggled wine comes in through this channel, making the Prohibition Act very embarrassing.

But it refers to the huge interests behind this!

Interests are the truth of the world's rotation. With interests, there is desire, there is demand.

Someone has taken a fancy to the interests here, and he has no ability to hold his power, so someone wants to move him away.

Just like moving a chess piece on a chessboard, holding his head, and throwing it aside.

If he can cooperate, it is very likely that he can continue to stay on the chessboard, but if he doesn't cooperate, then he will be thrown into the chess box.

"One of them is your local one, a person from the State Prohibition Committee. Don't tell anyone it was me who said it."

"That... Weber, his uncle is lobbying."

Chief Dai Er cursed again. After cursing a few times, he became very decadent because he had no ability to resist in this matter.

The Tobacco, Alcohol, and Hazardous Materials Administration has been a vertical department since it was created, directly responsible to the members of the Congressional Prohibition Committee.

The purpose of doing this is to avoid the Hazardous Materials Administration being suppressed by local governments. After all, local economic policies and protection strategies may conflict with some law enforcement content.

This also means that the upper level of the Hazardous Materials Administration has absolute control over them. Weber's uncle doesn't even need to get a big figure in Congress. He only needs to propose "The chief of the Jincheng Hazardous Materials Administration needs to be changed," and if no one objects, then he can start operating.

Chief Dai Er tore at his collar hard. He felt that an invisible noose was around his neck and was gradually tightening.

"Is there any way to make all this not happen?"

There was no sound in the receiver. Clearly, his departure seemed to have become a foregone conclusion.

He cursed a few more times, and suddenly footsteps sounded outside, and then the office door was kicked open.

His face was full of anger, not because someone kicked open the office door, but because someone coveted his position and power.

Now he needs a way to vent.

He glared at the person, then said to the phone, "I'll call you later."

Then he hung up the phone, and then looked fiercely at the agent who kicked the door in, "You are so big, and your mother hasn't taught you how to knock on the door yet?"

This is actually a very unpleasant way of expression, which is equivalent to asking about a person's mother.

However, fortunately, this person couldn't care about these at this time. He panted heavily, his face full of horror, "Something big happened, Chief Dai Er!"

Chief Dai Er looked at his face for two or three seconds, and his expression gradually became serious, "You'd better be able to say something that I think is indeed a big thing!"

"Senior Agent Weber is dead..."

"A total of eleven people died, and more than ten were seriously injured, many were slightly injured, I don't know..." Chief Dai Er's brain now seemed to have been bombed by a bomb. At this moment, only one sound remained in the whole world.

The "ying" sound kept ringing at a high frequency, and the whole world began to spin. He held the edge of the table tightly with both hands, forcing himself not to fall.

After about ten seconds, he came back to his senses, his stiff eyeballs moved, and his eyes became a little more agile.

"What happened?"

The person under him said the whole thing, including that they didn't find anyone after arriving at the farm, but found whiskey worth forty or fifty thousand.

Then they searched the whole farm and found some traces of people living in a room, but didn't find a single living person.

Senior Agent Weber opened the locked iron box in front of everyone. Who could have thought that there was a bundle of bombs inside.

And the pull cord of the bomb was stuck to the top of the iron box.

He was blown to death on the spot!

Until now, several pieces are missing.

At a glance/p>

The people around him and around the iron box were all blown to death, and inside the iron box, besides the bombs, there was a triangular iron material. Any bone in front of it would be pierced and shattered.

Chief Dai Er leaned heavily on the chair, his face full of fatigue, "Call the agents who got off work back, let them participate in the rescue work, and then..."

He hesitated for about a few seconds, "Call the police."

What he is thinking now is how to remove himself from this matter. Calling the police is a very appropriate measure, and it can also be seen from here that Chief Dai Er is indeed not a mediocre person in politics.

Using a third-party law enforcement agency to conduct evidence collection and investigation can maximize the avoidance of his possible suspicion and responsibility in this matter, but this will also make the Hazardous Materials Administration the focus of public opinion again, and it is a negative focus!

He has been able to imagine that the masters in Congress will show a strange expression after seeing this news—

That Dai Er who was abandoned by them made a big news again?

He is a bit desperate now, even feeling that he can't even retire safely!

The news spread very quickly in Jincheng. After all, it is rare for a large number of police cars and ambulances to go out of the city.

Whether it is the hospital or the police station, they are all like sieves with big holes and small eyes. Soon, phone calls brought this news to the ears of people in the upper society.

The Hazardous Materials Administration encountered a trap/ambush while investigating the case, and dozens of people died.

Chali also confirmed this situation from the side. Hunter also went to the scene to handle this case personally. This was requested by Chali.

Although he is only a tool at the bottom, a politician, these years of contact with the Bay Area made him vaguely understand Chief Dai Er's meaning. He wants to be independent, so this is an opportunity to win over both sides.

Regardless of whether Chief Dai Er can sit firmly in the position of the Hazardous Materials Administration after this incident, even if he can't sit firmly, he is not without any value.

His relationship network, the phone numbers he knows, maybe they can be used at some point.

The scene is already very lively at this time. Everywhere are pulled-out big lights illuminating the farm building group as if it were daytime.

The police also formed a "search team" to search in the weeds for whether anyone was hiding. From time to time, a flare flying into the sky made the wilderness briefly as bright as day.

Hunter used a screwdriver to pry a triangular fragment from the wall. Just touching it lightly in his hand, he felt a slight stinging sensation when the tip touched his skin. It was very sharp!

There are many such fragments on the wall. Whether it is wood, cement, or any other structure, they will be pierced and embedded in it.

"The production idea of this bomb is very professional.", Hunter put that fragment in a matchbox and then put it in his pocket.

Such professional fragments are absolutely not made casually. He needs to investigate to see who made them, or if anyone knows some information about them.

The tragic state of the scene made him feel a cold sweat, especially when he heard that this abandoned farm might have a relationship with the Lansi family, he felt even more intense unease.

There are many traces and indirect evidence at the scene, but there is not a single direct piece of evidence.

Indirect evidence is absolutely not enough to deal with Lansi. There must be heavy, powerful evidence to send him to prison.

As for killing him?

Hunter considered it, but gave up, because it was unrealistic.

If he couldn't mobilize a large number of law enforcement personnel or gunmen, he couldn't do this. If he had to solve Lansi, he could only take the legal route.

At the same time, he, including Chief Dai Er and Chali, all realized one thing, that is, there are Lansi's moles in the Hazardous Materials Administration.

And this mole is qualified to know about this, and it is even possible that this is a trap set around Weber, a game!

All the agents of the Hazardous Materials Administration who participated in the action at night didn't go home. They all went to the police station, including Pang Da.

He is still a bit terrified now, constantly smoking, but this also fits his psychological state very well.

"... Is there anything else to add?", a police officer stopped the pen in his hand. He looked at Pang Da. There were more than a dozen cigarette butts at Pang Da's feet.

He doesn't necessarily smoke every puff of every cigarette. Sometimes he only smokes the first and last puff, sometimes he smokes a few more puffs.

The existence of cigarettes has become a psychological dependence for him. People who have suffered heavy trauma indeed have such needs.

Pang Da shook his head, "Nothing else."

He just said what happened at night in detail. He didn't hide any content because he believed that others would also say it in detail.

The police officer nodded, turned this page over, and prepared to write, "Can we talk about Weber?"

Pang Da raised his head to look at him, "About what?"

"Does he have anyone in the Hazardous Materials Administration whose relationship is particularly bad?"

Pang Da's pupils shrank slightly. He lowered his head to avoid the other party's gaze by smoking, "I don't quite understand what you mean."

The police officer didn't mind saying it clearly. This is also a method of observation and interrogation, "We suspect that someone created this trap for Weber."

"So we want to ask, is there anyone whose relationship with him is bad?"

Pang Da already felt that his scalp and the skin on his body began to itch, followed by a feeling of sweating.

He could clearly perceive sweat secreting from the pores. His brain was spinning wildly. He needed to protect himself!

He had never concentrated his attention like this before. His thinking was like lightning spinning wildly in his head, taking his brain to spin at supersonic speed.

If it weren't for a membrane outside his brain, maybe his brain would have been thrown out!

He licked his lips, "I don't know... maybe I count as one?"

"You?", the police officer's expression changed slightly. He stared at Pang Da.

Pang Da didn't avoid it and met his gaze.

He had also interrogated others. He knew very well that some subtle differences and changes in expressions during interrogation would lead to speculation and questioning.

Just now he said the problem so frankly, now if he is evasive, and doesn't even dare to look at this police officer, his suspicion will be infinitely large.

At the same time, he didn't avoid the fact that he and Weber didn't get along, because everyone knew it. Avoiding this question would instead show he had a guilty conscience.

So he was very frank.

He nodded and said, "Yes, originally... the Hazardous Materials Administration planned to promote me, but Weber was parachuted down from the State Prohibition Committee and topped my promotion quota."

The police officer showed an "I see" expression, and at the same time, there was some sympathy in his eyes. A guy who walked through the back door, of course, not in the physical sense.

"So you don't like him?", the police officer asked.

Pang Da shook his head and said, "It should be that he doesn't like me. He always gives me some embarrassment. I am considering the issue of job transfer."

"After all, he is my immediate superior, and he has people in the State Prohibition Committee. I am not his opponent."

"However, he suddenly called me to his office this afternoon, intending to reconcile with me, and also said he would promote me to senior agent."

"He hoped that I could better support his work, and then these things happened at night."

The police officer recorded these truthfully. He drew a few circles on Pang Da's name, "You mean, he told you in a subtle way that he might become chief?"

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