Chapter 389 Speed ​​is of the essence in war!

A huge accusation was slapped down on Zhao Dezhu's head, and cold sweat dripped down his chin.

He had planned everything meticulously, but he never expected that Su Yue had such a powerful figure standing behind her.

"It's a misunderstanding...it's all a misunderstanding..." Zhao Dezhu wiped his face, smiled apologetically, and backed away. "Since it's Old Li who vouched for us, there's definitely no problem. Let's go, let's go."

He glared at the man with the buzz cut, signaling him to leave quickly.

"Wait a minute."

Huo Wenxuan stepped forward and blocked the doorway.

He was holding a black camera. He hadn't said a word until now, but suddenly he raised it and snapped a picture of the crew-cut man and the gray marks on the stand.

The flashes were blinding.

"Team Leader Zhao, since you're already here, don't rush off."

Huo Wenxuan grinned like a fox, waving his camera in his hand: "This young comrade was too fast when he stuffed the thing in, I didn't get a clear picture. How about we have him demonstrate it again? Chen Xinyue saw it all clearly from next door, and she wrote it all down in her work log."

Chen Xinyue emerged from behind the crowd, holding up a thick notebook, and adjusted her glasses: "At 9:15:32, Wang, a member of the inspection team, entered the archives room without permission, took a document from his pocket, and placed it on shelf R-3. He was unaccompanied throughout the process, violating Article 3 of the search regulations."

The evidence is irrefutable.

Zhao Dezhu looked at the people in the room, then at Su Yue's calm yet unsettling face, and the last shred of hope in his heart shattered completely.

His attempt to frame someone backfired, and he was caught red-handed instead.

If this gets out of hand, Old Li will send an internal report, and his job as group leader will be over.

"Director Su, let's be lenient here." Zhao Dezhu lowered his voice, all his arrogance gone, leaving only a blustering but cowardly threat. "The waters in Beijing run deep. You won this round today, but that doesn't mean you can keep winning. We'll see!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and led his men out of the crowd in a sorry state, not even daring to take the file folder.

The roar of a car starting up came from the yard, followed by the screeching of tires screeching against the ground—the sound of fleeing.

The room fell silent.

Li Qingfeng turned around and looked at Su Yue, a hint of kindness appearing on his originally stern face: "Girl, you've been frightened."

Su Yue shook her head, her eyes slightly red, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

"Uncle Li, thank you."

"No need to thank me." Li Qingfeng waved his hand and sighed, "In this world, it's not easy to get anything done. Bei Chen entrusted you to us, so we can't just watch you get bullied."

After seeing off Mr. Li and his party, it was already getting dark.

The dim streetlights in the factory area cast long shadows of the two people.

Huo Wenxuan slumped in his chair, the Seagull camera hanging heavily from his wrist. Sweat streamed down his temples, soaking his shirt collar. "Su Yue, this time we've completely offended Zhao Dezhu. The way he left, he'll definitely bite us when he gets back."

Su Yue stood by the window, looking at the pitch-black night outside. A gust of wind blew in, rustling the corners of the documents on the table.

"He has no chance."

Su Yue turned around, took a key out of her pocket, and tossed it onto the table. The sound of metal striking wood was particularly clear in the empty office.

"Prepare the car. We're heading to the military region."

Huo Wenxuan was taken aback, then sat up abruptly: "So late? Even if Commander Zheng isn't asleep yet, we should go now..."

“That’s why we’re going, it’s late.” Su Yue straightened her cuffs, her tone as calm as if she were talking about what to eat for dinner. “Zhao Dezhu is like a mad dog. He got humiliated by Old Li, and the first thing he’ll do when he gets back is not to reflect on his actions, but to think about how to fabricate dirt on him and get all the mudslinging done before dawn tomorrow.”

Speed ​​is of the essence in war. If you don't kill the snake, you'll suffer the consequences.

Huo Wenxuan was startled, grabbed his car keys, and rushed out.

The jeep tore through the night, roared out of the factory area, and sped toward the military compound more than ten kilometers away.

At the same time, at the military region's guesthouse.

Zhao Dezhu slammed his hat onto the bed, tearing open his collar and revealing a thick layer of fat on his neck.

He paced back and forth in the room, the floorboards creaking from the soles of his leather shoes. The crew-cut man huddled in the corner, his face deathly pale, barely daring to breathe.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Zhao Dezhu kicked over the thermos, spilling boiling water all over the floor, steaming everywhere. "What kind of person is that Li Qingfeng! He's an old geezer who'll be in his grave sooner or later, and he dares to meddle in my business!"

He took out paper and pen from his briefcase, leaned over the table, and began to write. The pen tip pressed against the paper, the force penetrating through it.

"Emergency Report on Su Yue of Lanhai Daily Chemical Factory Colluding with Reactionary Academic Authorities to Resist Investigation"

This is a huge and heavy burden. As long as this report gets to the desks of certain people in the province overnight, Li Qingfeng won't be able to protect Su Yue by tomorrow morning.

"Team leader..." the crew-cut man stammered, "That camera... Huo Wenxuan has photos..."

"What are you afraid of!" Zhao Dezhu spat viciously. "What can a few worthless photos prove? Just say they staged the scene during the arrest! Once Su Yue is in jail, what evidence can't we fabricate?"

He grinned maliciously, as if he could already see Su Yue kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a sudden knock on the door. The sound wasn't loud, but it was very rhythmic.

Zhao Dezhu's hand trembled, and the pen tip drew a long ink mark on the paper. He gave the crew-cut man a wink.

The crew-cut man swallowed hard, moved to the doorway, and asked through the door, "Who is it?"

"Ward rounds."

The voice was unfamiliar and cold.

Zhao Dezhu frowned. This guesthouse was under the jurisdiction of the military region. Who would dare to come and check the disciplinary inspection team's rooms in the middle of the night?

"Get lost! I'm investigating a case!"

"boom!"

The door was kicked open, and the entire door, frame and all, slammed against the wall, shaking off a cloud of dust.

Four heavily armed military police rushed in, their gun barrels instantly locking onto the two people inside. Then, a tall figure walked in.

Commander Zheng, wearing a military overcoat and leaning on a Browning rifle that looked very similar to Gu Beichen's, had a face even more somber than the night outside. Su Yue followed behind him, carrying a manila file folder.

The pen in Zhao Dezhu's hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"Commander Zheng...?" He stood up hurriedly, his knee hitting the table leg, wincing in pain. "How did you..."

Commander Zheng ignored him and walked straight to the half-written black document, picked it up and glanced at it.

"Colluding with reactionary academic authorities?" Commander Zheng sneered, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it directly at Zhao Dezhu's face. "Zhao Dezhu, it's a pity you're not writing novels with your storytelling ability."

Zhao Dezhu's fat face twitched, and he forced a smile: "Misunderstanding... Commander, it's a misunderstanding. I was just trying to be meticulous in my work..."

"rigorous?"

Su Yue stepped forward and placed the file folder in her hand face down on the table.

Splash!

A dozen or so photos were scattered around.