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,. Chapter 171 Long Ye Road "...the r7 sample you provided has been upgraded. First, magnetic powder is added at the 13th and 19th digits of the Chinese pinyin letters of the bank name, which can escape some banknote detectors and even at deposit and withdrawal machine, this is the latest improved version... "For ordinary people, there are three main categories for identifying real Counterfeit Money. First, see whether the watermark of the banknote is clear, whether there is a sense of layering and three-dimensional effect; second, touch the authenticity The coin feels smooth, even in thickness and has toughness. Counterfeit has uneven thickness, rough, soft and astringent feel, and some surfaces are coated with waxy substance, making it slippery when touched. After listening to it, the real coin shakes or bounces Renminbi Is the sound crisp... As far as r7 itself is concerned, it is the one with the best workmanship after hd90. Through touch, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to identify..." "Accurate color matching and excellent workmanship, this is r7 The reason for the proliferation is that in the past, a piece of Counterfeit Money could only be exchanged for 2 to 6 yuan at wholesale, while the wholesale price of r7 was about 10 yuan per piece, but we still don’t think that this Counterfeit Money gang has the technology of gravure printing... First of all The difference between offset printing and gravure printing is that offset printing uses a roller-type rubber stamp to transfer the ink on the rubber surface to the paper. Intaglio is a plate-making technology that carves depressions from the surface. If you want to print a gravure plate, you must first cover the surface with ink, and then wipe the ink off the surface with taletan cloth or newspaper, leaving only the concave parts. Then cover the upper part of the printing plate with wet paper, and the printing plate and paper are pressurized by Printing Press to transfer the ink from the concave part of the printing plate to the paper... This requires the ink to have very high water resistance, so-called Real gold is not afraid of fire, and real banknotes are not afraid of water. This is what we say..." On the big screen, an inspection expert from the bank immersed the provided r7 in water. The real banknotes did not change color, but Counterfeit Money Once soaked in water and smeared again, the red ink smeared out is very obvious. This is the difference. Experts interpret that the R7 is an offset printing, not a gravure printing, which once again refutes the task force's judgment on the R7 banknote making gang. . A group of Technical Investigation are looking at the big screen intently, supplementing their knowledge on Counterfeit Money. I am afraid that by this time, they will become experts, including banknote paper, hot stamping machine, dyeing, translucency, and water resistance. , and other difficult professional terms, almost common terms, Guan Yiqing quietly glanced back at Lin Qizhao during the study, and as usual, secretly judged the progress of Case Situation ahead through his expression. Today. She noticed that Lin Qizhao was completely absent-minded, as if he was in a hurry. He stood up after sitting for three minutes, pacing with his mobile phone in his hand, and then sat down helplessly after a while. This expression made Guan Yiqing inexplicably heartbroken. , she accurately judged that Xiao Mu should have taken over, just like every big turning point in Case Situation, whether it is good, bad, good or bad, will be written in Commander On the face. Beep...beep...The phone beeped softly. Lin Qizhao picked it up and ran out after looking at it. Guan Yiqing felt a little lost for a while. She couldn't figure out who the beating heart was for. And hanging. Back to the office, the call was connected, Shen Lingchen's face jumped on the screen, because Contact Xiao Mu also put down the matter of interrogating Wang Shou, Lin Qizhao said anxiously : "How's the situation? "This is a donkey. Most people can't lead it away." "Shen Lingchen smiled and uploaded the obtained video. During the transmission, he said: "Look first, Aeming is organizing and monitoring the other two. Based on their rest time, work is about to start. "One more thing, master, the sample we sent for expert evaluation is an improved version with improvements in ink and pressing technology, not a higher-level gravure printing." "Lin Qizhao said, and Xiao Mu is a layman to Printing Press and can't explain the technical issues at all. "First of all, you have to learn to trust yourself, not the experts. The experts will not take any responsibility for you. Moreover, the life of experts may be better than that of most of us police officers. Do you think they can be trusted? "Shen Lingchen said. The master has always been a practical person, which is a habit developed step by step from the grassroots level. Lin Qizhao smiled and said: "Yes, if we find gravure printing, they will change their tune. This is incredible...Okay, let me take a look first. "
This really isn't worth watching; it's just a recording from inside a taxi, and talking to Aeming is basically just a series of insults exchanged back and forth. Well, it is what it is. Lin Qizhao suddenly realized that this brash man, Aeming, seemed to have a certain flair, as he struck right at Xiao Mu's sore spot with just one sentence.
The knot in his heart was tied to Rong Ying, but that was unsolvable. No matter whether she faced it or avoided it, she would never forgive him.
There were taboos regarding the identity of the person online, but that was even more complicated. Facing the outcome might not be good, but avoiding it would be worse—just like Aeming said, it was a pile of shit.
Lin Qizhao smiled slightly; probably only Aeming could establish such communication with him, and he actually managed to persuade him. It had to be said that this judgment was quite accurate. When he heard Xiao Mu's few comments, he inexplicably felt his face flush. After all, he was a police officer, and there was indeed a gap between him and someone like Xiao Mu who mingled with criminal gangs.
Emergency contact numbers, methods of communication, details for pickup—these arrangements went without saying. Aeming and Xiao Mu were already familiar with the process. The video stopped when Send Back was mentioned, and Lin Qizhao asked aloud, "Master, what's the situation now?"
"He has returned; the other two haven't shown up yet," Shen Lingchen replied.
"What you mean is that the investigation and tracking are synchronized, working together from the inside and outside?" Lin Qizhao inquired.
"Exactly. The chances of breaching the fortress from within are greater. Do you think... his emotions will affect the mission?" Shen Lingchen asked.
Recalling Xiao Mu's somewhat erratic behavior that didn't seem normal, Lin Qizhao pursed his lips and found himself speechless. This guy's initial intention was actually to trick Xu Tonglei into giving him some money. It seemed he wasn't acting on his own accord but had been knocked out and brought into a hideout to do hard labor. He had barely managed to escape; if it weren't for today's timely contact, this guy would probably have slipped away again.
"It's hard to say; his psychology is quite complex," Lin Qizhao assessed.
"Then you still don't understand him. Occasionally doing something against one's conscience or illegal might happen, but if he truly sets his mind to being a bad person, that's impossible. Trust those you use; doubt those you don't use. When it's time to make a decision, never hesitate," Shen Lingchen stated.
Lin Qizhao nodded in agreement.
If informants were activated, it meant dedicating a significant portion of energy and resources from the Police Force to track, analyze, and even provide necessary protection. The compensation required would have to come from a tight budget, so only major cases with significant impact would be considered. This time was one of those instances; the backup plan for activating informants was approved within an hour, from the City Bureau to the Provincial Department.
Urgent matters were handled urgently, special cases were treated specially. With deadlines approaching, the task force could no longer wait. Who knew where these elusive suspects would appear next?
In Xiaogan City, it wasn't until two in the afternoon that the tall figure of Wang Lishong and the short, stout Xu Tonglei finally came into view, still in that dilapidated van. Wang Lishong was there to pick them up. The detectives on field duty had been tracking them for days and were utterly exhausted. The Sky Net System was of no use; these slippery individuals resolved all their eating, drinking, and entertainment needs by finding a lounge girl. If it weren't for that old van not moving, they wouldn't have been able to locate them at all.
"Attention, target number two has appeared."
"The vehicle is being driven by target number three and is leaving."
"Testing the tracking..."
"Recording... be careful not to alert them."
Communication flowed through the walkie-talkies; some were monitoring, others were taking photos, while others tested the tracking device already installed in the hidden van.
One detective grumbled, "Damn it, we've been chasing them day and night, and these guys are just lounging around here."
Someone laughed upon seeing target number two, Xu Tonglei, saying goodbye to a girl who looked like a newlywed. However, they had already checked her background; she was a known prostitute.
"You can't stop it; this massive industry keeps churning out new players. It just doesn't end," another remarked.
The one monitoring quietly asked, "Looks like they're getting ready to work? It's really hard to catch them like this; every time they show up, they must have already disposed of their goods."
"Unless we catch them red-handed; it's getting harder to solve cases now," another one complained.
"Keep watching closely. If you don't speak up, no one will think you're mute. If you want to make money with counterfeit money, why don't you go do it?"
Xu Jian, leading the team, was increasingly irritated and lowered his voice to reprimand someone.
The surveillance feed showed A Group, and after twenty minutes, they spotted the vehicle coming to pick up Xiao Mu. Xiao Mu had quite an air about him; Xu Tonglei personally went upstairs to call him. The two of them descended the stairs warmly and got into the car. Just as they were getting in, Xiao Mu glanced up at a tall building.
Though it was far away, Aeming felt as if he had been pricked by Xiao Mu's gaze.
"Let me take a look." Ruhua was fighting for control of the monitor, and Field Duty had no choice but to hand it over. This guy always caused trouble, so Aeming could only tolerate it. After looking for a moment, Ruhua remarked, "It's not that impressive. Driving such a shabby car is just pathetic."
"Not every criminal gang has the flair of the mafia," a detective chuckled in response.
"Still, they shouldn't have to struggle this much, right? They don't look like bad guys," Ruhua said.
"Look at us; we don't exactly seem like good people either," Aeming shot back.
"You always have to state the obvious... Bald Brother, are you heading back to your base to handle things? What if you lose track of them? Is Xiao Mu in danger?" Ruhua asked.
His tone wasn't particularly tense, and Aeming retorted, "So you hope there's danger?"
"Of course! If there's no danger, it's not exciting. What's the point of living if it's all so dull?" Ruhua replied.
"Get him out of the way; it seems you're not cut out to be an informant," Aeming said irritably.
"Hey, that's not a bad suggestion... How about I give it a try? I've always been the Boss; I've never experienced being a subordinate. If you weren't stopping me, I would have handled it myself... It's just boring; now that they're gone, what are you even watching?" Ruhua grinned, clearly itching for some excitement. Unfortunately, he was being watched too closely and had no chance to seek thrills.
As they switched positions again, A Group continued their pursuit but unexpectedly captured another suspect on camera while leaving the city: Qiu Guanghan.
Understood; this was a partnership leaving together—things were indeed about to get underway.
Aeming Thinking about this, Sigh of Relief took a breath. There are only two things left. One is to chase Xiao Mu to find a den, and the other is that the task force has an order to send Ruhua brothers to Send Back. He looked at the gang in embarrassment. I’ve been busy with a lot of Ruhua, so I’m really embarrassed to say this… …………………………………………………… The target car left Xiaogan City and headed north, the target was exactly Entering Henan Province. There are still several target points moving. Lin Qizhao is staring at the political district map. According to the information provided by Xiao Mu, before going to Anyang City for the transaction, he traveled for a total of about one hour and twenty minutes, based on vehicle speed. The banknote making point should be about a hundred kilometers away from Anyang, with a section of highway, a section of asphalt road, a section of cement and a section of dirt road, the environment is extremely harsh, and supplemented by the investigation of electricity, this location is ready to be found. Lihe Town, Yanzihe Township. In the last century, local methods of papermaking and burning lime were all the rage here. The price was that ten years later, the water sources of the entire township were completely destroyed, the land could not be cultivated, and a large number of farmers left their hometowns. The total population of the township was less than 30,000, and some villages even became homeless. There are only more than thirty abandoned small paper mills left in the village. Even after they were banned, occasionally some owners would quietly come back to start operations. According to the electricity consumption, eleven companies that have started construction this month are marked, which are located in several villages such as Shuangxiang, Wu Store, Wanlin, etc. What’s even more bizarre is that such places are not even connected to the local Police There is nothing Force can do. As long as strangers enter the village and send messages like they did in the past to guard against Japanese invaders, those who produce illegally will run away. All forms of crime can find their roots and incentives in the social environment. Unfortunately, most of the triggers are not poverty but greed. Even if we lose the land and water sources that our ancestors raised and raised, it still cannot satisfy people's desires. And anyone who tries to stop them will be regarded as an enemy, even the police. Di... Di... The short tone of the call sounded, and Lin Qizhao was shocked. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and ordered to connect the video of the police in several places. "...According to our big data analysis, the suspects Xu Tonglei, Qiu Guanghan, and Wang Lishong who were chased online appeared in the Lihe Town area on July 6. Today is an investigation mission. Time It may take a long time, let's use twenty hours as the limit..." "These people are hiding in a certain counterfeit factory under the cover of local ecological destruction. We have reason to suspect that they have some unknown relationship in the local area. Wang Lishong is a local name.”
"The local Police Force is required to assemble as per your Provincial Department's instructions. When we need your cooperation, we will issue the order immediately... However, until the order is released, no unit is allowed to mobilize even a single vehicle or personnel, including the traffic police who are patrolling the roads. Effective immediately, all units are to withdraw..."
"That's all. Thank you, everyone."
His brows were tightly knitted, a deep sense of helplessness washing over him. He had to consider local relationships, the possibility of leaks, and even what tricks those involved might play. Finding a hub for distributing Counterfeit Money nationwide seemed too straightforward; he felt it couldn't be that simple.
But where was the problem? He couldn't figure it out, his thoughts tangled.
When another call came in, it was Shen Lingchen calling remotely. He answered and asked, "What's wrong, Master?"
"Ha ha, you're doing well," Shen Lingchen unexpectedly praised him.
Feeling both cautious and uncertain yet receiving praise from his mentor made Lin Qizhao smile wryly. "I suspect I might still embarrass myself; there shouldn't be a dead rat lying in wait for us there."
"Therefore, appearing a bit foolish as a police officer isn't necessarily bad; only the proud will lose," Shen Lingchen said with a laugh before hanging up.
Lin Qizhao held his phone and suddenly felt that losing once more wouldn't be such a big deal.
Time ticked away slowly. Two hours later, they approached the provincial border.
Three hours later, they passed through Anyang City.
By this time, night had fallen. The Technical Investigation team closely monitoring the target vehicle's movements was on high alert; in just one more hour, they would have to return to their base...
The speeding van had changed drivers every few hundred kilometers, hardly stopping except for a meal. As they drove out of Anyang, Xiao Mu felt an inexplicable tightness in his heart. Was it tonight? Tomorrow? Or maybe even later? It wasn't easy to spread the news; the best outcome would be to locate the hideout he had described.
Could they do it? He couldn't say for sure, but he felt a bit worried. Fortunately, these people were much less formidable than Rong Wu and Nie Qifeng's crew—just a bunch of clowns.
Sure enough, Wang Lishong, who had once been a monk, was chatting about women; Xu Tonglei, a shady businessman, was full of brotherly loyalty. As for Qiu Guanghan, who had joined them midway, he was just a fool among fools. When Xu Tonglei asked him what had happened in Anyang, he replied nonchalantly that in their line of work, arrests happened every day. "Can you blame me? If you're afraid of getting caught, then don't do this job."
His theory was simple: if you haven't been caught, enjoy life to the fullest; if you do get caught, then it's your own fault.
He was quite open about it. In just a few sentences, he and Xiao Mu were already on friendly terms. He said that if Xiao Mu ever needed anything in the future, he could count on him. "Brother Han," he said with a grin, "I may not have many skills, but making money is my forte. Those idiots in Striped Uniforms have been trying to catch me for years, but look at me—I’m still living well."
Xiao Mu nodded in agreement but couldn't help thinking about how Lin Qizhao would react if he knew this fool had gotten the better of him. After all, he'd swindled the police out of three hundred fifty thousand; his ego must be soaring.
With so many clowns around, there was no room for boredom. They chatted about women and money, and when that grew stale, they surprisingly started… singing.
Xu Tonglei twisted the knob on the van's tape player and shoved in a worn-out cassette. The bold sounds of "Cannon Brother," a popular song among the underworld, filled the air:
"As a man of society, I talk about social matters. Three meals a day of barbecue; I drink morning and night.
Many beautiful women around me adore me. For my good brothers, I'm willing to do anything.
Even if it means facing mountains of knives or boiling oil. Being a person means having loyalty; if there's something going on, just let me know.
Even without money, I still have my pride. Though I'm just a small fry, I live life freely."
Xu Tonglei slapped his thigh as he sang; Wang Lishong bobbed his head while driving; and Qiu Guanghan in the backseat wrapped an arm around Xiao Mu as they all belted out the lyrics together. Their voices were sharp and bold—loud and carefree… Truly, this Black Society culture could be considered a form of culture in its own right; coarse language mixed with rhythmic beats was surprisingly invigorating.
Whoosh… With a sudden rush, the van sped past the Lihe Town exit. Xiao Mu's heart skipped a beat as they didn’t stop.
Without slowing down at all, he pondered but didn't dare to ask. After more than ten minutes, he finally spoke up and asked Xu Tonglei, "Uncle Lei, are we on the wrong road?"
"Wow, you remember the way?" Wang Lishong exclaimed, surprised since he had been blindfolded before getting on the highway.
"I don't remember the road, but I remember the smell... Why can't I smell that stinky egg mixed with feces anymore?" Xiao Mu described, clearly indicating they were not in the same place as before.
"Hahaha..." Qiu Guanghan laughed with his big mouth wide open. "I'm taking you to an even stinkier place, so brace yourself."
"Huh? We're not going back to that village?" Xiao Mu was astonished and quickly added, "Is there somewhere worse than that?"
"Heh heh, don’t ask too many questions, kid. Just wait until we get there... you'll realize that your first half of life has basically been wasted," Xu Tonglei chuckled, giving a vague explanation.
The car drove further into the night.
With a target marked by a cursor on the visible screen, it was moving farther away from the encirclement. The voice of Aeming came through the call, reporting that the target had escaped control and asking whether to pursue.
"Stay tight on them; don't worry about what comes next," Lin Qizhao ordered. He knew that another opportunity had slipped away. It was likely that during these people's southward journey, the hidden counterfeit money factory had already moved. Even if it hadn't relocated, they couldn't conduct a large-scale search by the Police Force because any slight disturbance would likely lead to them disappearing without a trace, just like in Binhai or at the bridge.
The news of disbanding the Police Force was soon issued. The three suspects who had made it onto the list left after leaving countless surveillance images behind...
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Xiao Mu found himself at a loss. After another three hours of rapid travel and changing vehicles along the way, Qiu Guanghan drove a van alone while Xiao Mu shared a car with Wang Lishong and Xu Tonglei. They drove for over two more hours before entering a bumpy road. It was only during this stretch that he realized Wang Lishong was in a similar situation as him; he wasn't given absolute trust either. Xu Tonglei was driving and instructed both of them to wear blindfolds. After nearly an hour of driving, when they got out of the car, they had entered a courtyard surrounded by high walls on all sides.
He got out of the car and collected his phone and belongings, not even missing the loose change. Although the two burly men lacked high-tech equipment, they could search him for a long time. Once inside the tightly sealed iron door, the machines had already been set up. Three workers, dressed in standard work uniforms and wearing gas masks, were present. Xu Tonglei stopped the two with a serious expression and said, "Old rules: before we ship out, all eating, drinking, and other needs must be taken care of outside."
"I know, I know," Wang Lishong nodded obsequiously, as if this was a great opportunity for him.
"And you," Xu Tonglei continued, "don't say I’m not being generous. Considering you saved me twice, I'll show you a way to make money. Three to four days, ten thousand a day per person. Have you thought it over?"
"Uncle, this is quite a leap," Xiao Mu replied.
"Haha, good to know. If you were really timid, I wouldn't dare bring you here... Congratulations! From today on, keep your head in the game while working. Let’s get started." Xu Tonglei said.
Distributing masks, the group was now considered laborers—moving goods and mixing ink. The pungent smell was suffocating even with masks on. Moreover, this strange-looking printing press that resembled a pile of stakes was something Xiao Mu had never seen before. After preparing for over an hour, the first box was ready to go. With a loud roar of preheating, the machine slowly started up. Wang Lishong pulled Xiao Mu aside and whispered instructions on how to feed the paper.
Then came a series of thumping sounds as the first printed banknote shot out. Xiao Mu's eyes widened in shock; his legs trembled.
"Dollars! Dollars!" The green bills with the familiar Washington portrait—Hundred Dollar Bills.
It was that elusive Superb Dollar he had been searching for everywhere. This was indeed a printing factory. Even someone well-versed in crime would be intimidated; it wasn't just any printing factory but an unfamiliar environment altogether. He thought he was incredibly clever but ultimately realized he was utterly foolish—he couldn't even articulate where he currently was...
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