Chapter 332 What You Want

Perhaps at this moment, amid the crying of the little girl, Jiang Zhiyue turned her head again and looked at the man's solemn and deep face. There were many things hidden in his eyes that no one really understood.

He could appear here at this time, and he had to walk into the trap he knew was set by his own family. Jiang Zhiyue could understand this feeling.

The child was too young to listen to other people's explanations and only believed what she saw. She stared at the soldier in dark blue uniform with wide eyes and continued to cry, "Bad guy!"

Then he turned to Chu Junyue, clenched his fists tightly, and accused him, "Big bad guy! Bullying me!"

Chu Junyue didn't take the child's words to heart. He just raised his eyebrows slightly. Facing the empty police station, he ordered his men to bring back all the people and left a list on the table.

All those who are derelict in their duties and corrupt will have their recent earnings confiscated and will be lynched. Those scum who collude with gangs and take human lives will be arrested and shot on the spot without any leniency.

All districts in New Myanmar State have police stations without exception. This is just one of many police stations. From today on, this area will be officially taken over by the army. The number of children wandering around nearby will also be counted one by one and all sent to special orphanages for proper placement.

The little girl continued to cry and shout: "Bad guy! Bad guy!"

The silent soldiers carried out their work in an orderly manner. Chu Junyue was flipping through the report form from the police station. After a while, steaming food was placed in front of the little girl. The little girl looked up at the tall and strong soldiers.

Jiang Zhiyue couldn't help but lower her voice and said to the child, "Sometimes bad guys will deliberately wear good guys' clothes to disguise themselves, and good guys may have to wear bad guys' clothes for some reason. We can't judge a person based on his clothes. What's really important is to see what this person has done and what kind of results and gains we get from it."

The little child blinked her innocent big eyes and only half understood what was said. Jiang Zhiyue didn't expect her to understand. It was enough for her to remember this sentence deeply in her mind on such a special occasion.

She gently stroked the little girl's hair and told her that everything would be fine and the cold and long winter would soon be over.

"My winter is like this too." Jiang Zhiyue couldn't help but murmur again, her voice still very soft, as if only when facing innocent children, the expression on her face would be more vivid and rich, and her eyes would become softer.

Chu Junyue was flipping through the report form and occasionally looked up. He could read lips, so even though Jiang Zhiyue spoke in a very low voice, he knew what she was saying. The corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up into a faint smile.

Afterwards, Jiang Zhiyue found the low-level police officer arranged by Sheng Huaian. It was not that the other party neglected his duties, but he was too honest and conscientious. Instead, he was ostracized everywhere in the police station. Because he could not be an accomplice to the evil, he simply stayed away from him.

In the chaotic situation, everyone has their own helplessness. Jiang Zhiyue expressed her understanding and asked him for a detailed list of the vehicle management office.

"There are many people with the surname Zhong here, but from the picture you showed me, there were probably thousands of people in the state who could afford to drive a car with that logo in those days."

The police officer quickly retrieved the list and handed it to Jiang Zhiyue.

At this time, Chu Junyue had taken over the police station. Those who should be punished were punished, and those who should be shot were shot. Special cases require special measures, even if someone accused the man of being brutal.

However, this action did bring some relief to the people on both sides of the street who heard the noise and secretly ran out to watch.

Jiang Zhiyue asked about Chief Zhong. The police officer was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Chu Junyue in the distance and said, "Chief Zhong, more than 30 years ago, he was the chief of our local police station. He managed the police stations in various jurisdictions. He..."

The police officer paused for a moment, and then couldn't help but speak again, "He is a good man. Although he went astray, it was the current Director Zhang who exposed his corruption, but in his time, he did a lot of good things."

"When Chief Zhong was in office, fines were imposed on those who were truly harmful to the local area and those who were involved in fights and brawls. The people in prison were all truly guilty. Chief Zhong would use all of the bonus the police station gave him every year to support the lonely elderly and children in the surrounding villages."

"But so what? He took money from the gang, a full 30 million, which violated the law." The police officer added with some regret: "This matter was reported by Director Zhang, and he was also in charge of supervising the case. Soon, Director Zhong committed suicide out of fear of punishment."

Jiang Zhiyue's hands suddenly clenched as she flipped through the documents. She felt a little nervous, and tried her best to keep her emotions under control so that others wouldn't notice anything unusual. She asked, "Director Zhong... have you ever adopted a child?"

The young police officer frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand why the girl asked that. Jiang Zhiyue couldn't care less. She had to grasp every clue. According to the division of Brandenberg's wealth, the director was the one who best met the requirements to adopt Jiang Wanrou.

"Director Zhong has only one son, his biological son, but he is mentally ill and has been kept in a mental hospital." The police officer shook his head.

"Have you seen this place?" Jiang Zhiyue took out a painting. The scenery in the painting was clearer, with mountains, fields, small bridges and flowing water.

"Does this look like what Director Zhong once funded—"

Before he could finish his words, the young police officer shook his head. He had no idea about New Myanmar Land more than 30 years ago.

Jiang Zhiyue was really unwilling to let the clue end here. Chu Junyue looked back at her and saw the girl flipping through the documents. After looking at each one carefully, the only person who was qualified to adopt Jiang Wanrou was Director Zhong.

Chu Junyue looked at her for a long time. A hint of frustration flashed across her face, and he couldn't help but feel amused.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, and a thin mist rose and dispersed in the wind and snow.

Chu Junyue took only two puffs and threw it on the ground. The ashes melted into the blood-soaked ground.

Police officers are constantly being dismissed and punished.

"Chu Junyue, you are unworthy of being Mr. Chu's son! You have long forgotten Mr. Chu's ideals. You abuse lynching and violence! You are venting your anger on us! To vent your anger at your incompetence!"

Some people kept shouting and cursing.

Chu Junyue's expression remained unchanged. He exhaled the last wisp of smoke from his thin lips and walked towards the girl with steady steps.

He threw the document in his hand into her arms, "What you want."

As the documents fell, the photos in the brown paper bag scattered one after another, and all the pictures were frozen in Wolong Village!