Police Detective Chief

Cases within cases, schemes within schemes, twists and turns that are bizarre yet reasonable.

Remember every detail, as it may be the key to solving the case!

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Chapter 1033: One Ton of Flour

"This is the guy," Wang Liang said, looking at the video and pointing at an old man on the screen. "This guy is a security guard. There's a corresponding person on the list. I looked at his duty roster. He's been on duty for someone else recently and he's often been hanging around nearby."

"Is there any problem with this?" Political Commissar Jiang frowned.

"From the big data of surveillance over the past month, we can see that he usually patrols 3 to 5 times, each working 12 hours, and the patrol time never exceeds 3 hours, sometimes less than 2 hours. But in the past few days, not only did he take over for others, but even in the second half of the night, his patrol time exceeded 4 hours per shift, and the number of phone calls he made during patrols also increased significantly."

In examples like this, Wang Liang has discovered several problematic people, and they are all currently under surveillance, but the mastermind behind the scenes has not yet been found.

As Bai Song expected, there was indeed something seriously wrong with this woman dressed as a flight attendant. Political Commissar Jiang and others came to this conclusion after interrogating her for less than half an hour.

Um, don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I found anything during the review, but the feeling definitely matches.

The stewardess saw that Political Commissar Jiang also understood, she knew her fate, but she remained silent. After looking at Political Commissar Jiang's ID, the stewardess was quite desperate, but she didn't understand why she was exposed so quickly, and why the people she met would target her.

"Inspector Bai, if you ask me, you think getting a first-class merit from us is not enough." Political Commissar Jiang was in a good mood. He especially liked receiving calls from Bai Song. Every time he received a call from Bai Song, it was definitely a good thing.

"You can't say that. I'm just asking for help." Bai Song shook his head: "This is not a small matter. You have to take more care of it."

"Of course." Political Commissar Jiang was in high spirits: "More than 40 people have come to my side."

"So many?" Bai Song knew who the people in this department were. "Why didn't I see any of them?"

"They are all at the port," said Political Commissar Jiang. "They are usually hard to find. The ones I brought with me are professionals."

"It looks like there will be a result tonight." Bai Song looked at the time and saw that the dog team of the Special Police Corps had also arrived.

Knowing that there was a problem with the ship, Bai Song still did not let his guard down. Over the years, he has developed a good habit of not panicking or rushing when encountering problems. He was also preventing these people from making a feint to the east and attacking in the west.

Everyone has learned the Thirty-Six Stratagems, but many of them have similarities, such as the first six: concealing the truth from the public, besieging Wei to save Zhao, killing with a borrowed knife, waiting for the enemy to tire out, taking advantage of the situation, and making a feint to the east and attacking in the west. Many criminals also use these, and even use them in combination.

Especially concealing the truth, which is the dream of almost every criminal.

"Inspector Bai," Captain Zhang looked up at the sky instead of his watch. "The people I'm bringing will focus on other ships and suspicious individuals. People from the local port police station will also be with me."

"Thank you." Bai Song thanked sincerely, "I'll keep it in mind."

"That's not important." Captain Zhang said with a smile.

Everyone knows that the probability that there is something wrong with this ship is as high as 99%. After all, the female spy has been caught. This absolutely cannot be a smokescreen made by the enemy, and the cost is too high.

Therefore, it is almost impossible for Captain Zhang and others to do something that will get any credit, but someone must do it. However, Bai Song has other plans. If this case is successful, Captain Zhang, who has done a lot of work in the early stage, will definitely not lose any credit.

Bai Song knew that Captain Zhang was an aspiring policeman. He was able to catch more than 50 fugitives a year. This was definitely not something that could be done by someone who just lived on a salary. So Bai Song felt at ease entrusting such a difficult task to Captain Zhang.

An invisible big network has been completely formed, and many leaders from the municipal bureau have also come.

Captain Ma had no idea that asking Bai Song to investigate the two biubiubiu would cause such a big commotion.

Three o'clock in the morning, at the port container yard.

"Woof, wang wang!" On the elevator, a police dog seemed to have discovered a mortal enemy. Its fur stood up. After barking, it let out a low growl and its nose just wrinkled. It wanted to continue barking, but as a trained dog, it knew that its trainer already knew what happened.

"There's something wrong with this box. Judging from the dog's reaction, it must be filled with drugs, and a large amount," said the police officer who trained the dog.

The containers were stacked quite high, and after the lift put the people and dogs down, a special vehicle for loading and unloading containers came over quickly.

There are regulations for stacking containers. Basically, only containers of the same type are stacked together, so once you find a problem, you have to check the surrounding ones.

The area nearby has been completely blocked off, and a large vehicle took the box directly down from above.

Judging from the information, the box contains rice.

"Rice?" The port staff expressed confusion: "How could there be a problem with rice? Rice is not an ordinary commodity. After customs releases it, it will also be placed in a supervision warehouse to wait for the sampling results... And this kind of thing is generally not placed in this yard, but in the warehouse. After all, rice is afraid of moisture."

"Is the import process for this thing different?" asked Zhao Han, who was in charge of the area.

"It's different. Bulk agricultural products are very strictly controlled. Even if there is smuggling, they will not choose to smuggle in places like this..." The more the person in charge here talks, the more he feels that there is a problem. Rice is not stored in the warehouse, this...

"Open the cabinet and check." Zhao Han pointed to this area: "All of them."

Xingang Branch.

"This Bai Song is really a headache for me," Director Wei complained to the newly appointed Captain Pang while sitting in the captain's office of the Xingang District Criminal Investigation Brigade.

After hearing this, Captain Pang didn't even dare to take the call and could only pour tea.

"Director Wei, you just like to joke around. Bai Song has never made you happy." The speaker was General Zhuang, the former Zhuang Detachment, and now the deputy chief of the Anti-corruption Corps. He didn't know why Director Wei asked him to come here in the middle of the night, but he still drove to Xingang District. Not to mention that Director Wei arranged for him to come, he was very interested when he heard that Bai Song was investigating a case here.

At this time, Captain Ma knocked on the door twice and pushed it open. "Director Wei, President Zhuang, we have found something."

"What's going on?" Director Wei asked.

"There was white flour mixed into a cabinet of rice at the port," said Captain Ma.

"What?" Director Wei didn't react. "Smuggled flour?"

Looking at the expression on Team Ma's face, Zhuang Zong immediately discovered the problem: "How much flour... is there?"

"There was no specific weighing, but the report said it was no less than 3,000 yuan." Team Leader Ma said, "The data should not be too different. Problems were found in two cabinets nearby, and we are currently checking other cabinets."

"350 grams a piece?" Mr. Zhuang stood up.

"Yes." Captain Ma said, "According to preliminary estimates, it is no less than one ton."

"Are you sure? It's white flour and not ice?" Mr. Zhuang's breathing became rapid: "It's really one ton?"