Chapter 99 Chapter 99 Jingzhao first saw the rebellion...
When Jingzhao first saw the news about the rebel party, he decided to go to the military zone after graduation.
Classmates and friends were all trying to dissuade him, considering the difficulty it would be for an alpha from the Keya District to establish himself in the military district. However, Jingzhao wasn't overly worried. Instead, he cited his senior from the same school, Guqijia, as an example, believing that anyone with enough talent and acumen could definitely make a name for themselves.
Jingzhao also hopes to get a letter of recommendation from the principal in exchange for giving up the scholarship.
Unfortunately, she didn't get what she wanted.
Sergeant Serandos Guchiga committed suicide in a military zone, leaving behind a confession note. The rebel leader was shot dead, white ore was discovered, and many other social problems had long since become uncontrollable.
Damn hard work and sharpness! Wasn't Sergeant Guchiga sharp enough? Wasn't he hardworking enough? And he's still dead?
As for the so-called confession, Seranders didn't believe a word of it.
"So you're using your influence at school to recruit accomplices through the chat box under the Add Friends screen on the campus forum?" I exclaimed in amazement. "You're quite capable. If you were really sent to the military, a promotion and a raise would only be a matter of time."
I leaned forward, using my aura to overwhelm Jingzhao without arousing her vigilance. "But only a dozen days passed between Sergeant Guqijia's death and your demonstration of thirty thousand people. You couldn't have accomplished it alone. Even with accomplices, it wouldn't have been possible."
"The tools needed for the parade, the materials to be submitted, and the plans for handling special circumstances on the day—none of these could be completed and confirmed in such a short time."
The young man in the restraint chair showed signs of wavering under the repeated questioning, and I took the opportunity to catch the slightest emotion in her eyes. "Unless, you have help from outside the Keya District, that is, the rebels!"
"No!" Jingzhao retorted loudly.
Of course I know she's not! Because we are the ones helping her!
But the most important issue at the moment is not this issue, but the assassination issue.
My expression turned cold. "Really? Did you know that the prosecutor who came with me to the Keya District was assassinated last night? The pistol the killer left at the scene has the same production number as the one the officers found in your home."
Cassina quickly glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.
I pinched her under the table to tell her to leave me alone while I scammed the little girl.
"The prosecutor is dead?" Jing Zhao's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is that possible!"
I sneered, "Why not? During this critical period, there are only two types of people who could consider assassinating the prosecutor: the rebels and the protesters. Either side could have a huge impact at this critical juncture."
"Looking at your stubborn attitude, there's only one possibility: you've already colluded with the rebels. You killed the prosecutor just to divert General Cassina and me's attention, and then took advantage of the chaos to escape from the Keya District and head for the slum ruins!"
"Didn't your father say before that he believed in my innocence?" Jing Zhao ruffled his hair and made it look like a mess. "Now you are slapping the label of a rebel on my head. What do you want? You might as well send me to the execution platform!"
"So you admit that you have a connection with the prosecutor and knew that something would happen on the first day we arrived in Keya District!" I slammed the table, my smile growing colder. "Jingzhao, your tone just now doesn't sound like you don't know the prosecutor."
Jing Zhao suddenly shut his mouth, and a look of annoyance flashed across his eyes.
After all, he is a fresh-faced college student who has not experienced the harshness of society.
"Now you can tell me everything you know, Jingzhao. Who are your accomplices? Who hid the guns in the house? Who funded the march?"
"Another point, who went to see the prosecutor before the assassination last night?"
At this point, if Jingzhao wants to distance himself from the rebel party, he can only tell the truth.
She scratched her head and cheeks, her mouth opening and closing as if she were about to speak, before finally stammering, "My companions are all innocent. They have absolutely nothing to do with the rebels."
I nodded and pointed at Cassina next to me, "You don't believe me, but do you believe Cassina?"
When Cassina was mentioned, Jing Zhao's expression suddenly relaxed.
Me: ...Casena, your reputation is really useful.
I was so angry that I pinched her hard under the table.
Feeling the pain, Cassina tilted her head in confusion and gave me a puzzled look.
Jingzhao had already prepared himself mentally, and spoke slowly with his head lowered.
"My accomplice was one of the people who organized the march, but the possession of guns had nothing to do with us. I didn't expect to find guns in my home after I was arrested. Gun control in the Keya District is strict, but the military academy has special training guns. One of my accomplices had the key to the school's armory and secretly hid some guns while patrolling soldiers were changing shifts."
I frowned. "Even guns in school would have been numbered. But the soldiers patrolling and counting the inventory that day didn't notice any were missing."
Jing Zhao's voice was a little louder. "So we don't really want to rob, but steal the gun template."
"We copied the gun template and returned it. One of my companions was a designer who could make it himself. The person who provided us with the tools to polish the parts was the one who helped us recruit marchers. As for who she was, we never found out."
"What about the prosecutor?" I asked.
"I do know him," Jing Zhao said. "The hotel is one of his properties."
I was a little surprised. "Oh? Can you tell me who you gave the polished pistol to?"
"I was a fellow worker at the hotel. As for what happened later, I've been arrested and imprisoned. I didn't expect the prosecutor to be shot. But you said the serial number on the gun that killed the prosecutor is the same as the one found in my home, which means it has nothing to do with my fellow worker."
"Really?" Cassina suddenly spoke up, walking around the table with a communicator in hand and coming in front of Jingzhao. "Is the person in the photo the companion you mentioned?"
In my sight, Jing Zhao was stunned after seeing the photo, then shook his head in confusion, "No, my companions are all alpha females, this beta male is not my companion."
Realizing that Kasena wouldn't release a photo for no reason, Jingzhao's expression suddenly became nervous. "Why are you asking me this all of a sudden? Where are my companions?"
I let out a heavy breath and said to her in a tone tinged with sympathy and regret, "I'm afraid something happened to you. Sorry, Jingzhao, we lied to you. The pistol found at the crime scene was the one you hand-polished, and the murderer we captured was not one of your companions."
Jing Zhao: "..."
"If it weren't for Kasena severely injuring him before he escaped, we probably wouldn't have been able to catch him even with his shadow, and would have had to arrest you as a rebel in the end."
I gave her a full minute to grieve.
After she calmed down, I said, "Now, you can tell me the purpose of handing the polished pistol to your companion."
Jing Zhao: "...She said she wanted to kill someone too, but it wasn't the prosecutor!"
"The parade hadn't started yet, so we definitely didn't know the prosecutor was coming to Keya."
"I didn't know who she was going to kill, but she said she had a way to get to Ascend City and a chance to kill a high-ranking official there. After I confirmed again and again that the person she was going to shoot was not innocent, I gave her the gun."
At this point, Jingzhao has explained everything she can, and I can roughly guess the rest without her saying anything.
Cassina and I looked at each other.
After leaving the interrogation room, I came face to face with Kathryn.
"It was the rebels who killed the prosecutor," I whispered. "But one question remains: how did the rebels know Jingzhao polished the pistol? Even if they knew a few people on the forum, there's no reason for them to know such a private matter."
"Organization." Cassina's words were brief, but blood was shed.
I leaned against the door frame and simply sorted out the information in my mind.
People within the organization might have been keeping an eye on Jingzhao since my first trip to the military zone. It wasn't until Sergeant Guqijia's death, the catastrophic event, that members of the organization in the Keya District began to mobilize on a large scale, using the demonstrations as a pretext for their actions. This violent march of 30,000 people was exactly what the organization wanted.
It’s just that the rebel party got involved and muddied the waters, making the already chaotic situation even worse.
I can only think of one possibility, that there are rebels within the organization.
"My friend, can you retrieve the information?" I asked Cassina.
Katsuna handed me the communicator, then raised her head slightly and said, "I grew up in an orphanage and received government funding to go to college, but the orphanage was ordered to be eliminated by an official from Upward City."
I looked through the information carefully and found that this official looked a little familiar.
Wow, isn't this the guy who built a library in the slums to launder money? I used to thank him for giving me the opportunity to study!
Reading further, I found that the channel she mentioned to get to the Upward City was the prosecutor.
"Illegitimate daughter? You can find this kind of information?" I said in a teasing tone.
Cassina twitched the corner of her mouth and glanced at me, "Okay."
I almost forgot that Cassina is not only the general of the military zone, but also the heir of Carter.
This would explain why the prosecutor allowed the murderer to enter the room and get close without any warning.
Which high-ranking person in the Upper City would be wary of an illegitimate daughter from the lower class? Perhaps in their perception, the lower class never had the courage to resist, and even if they did, it would only be a short struggle.
The murderer was able to gain the trust of the father and daughter who had not seen each other for a long time with a little disguise.
"All we have left now are the guns we found," I said. "Don't worry, we can just blame it on the rebels. It'll give us a reason to pursue them to the ruins of the slums."
Cassina took back the communicator, "Okay."
The time is almost up, and I guess the officials from the Keya District will find this place. I'll take this opportunity to tell the good news that the prosecutor was killed by the rebels and framed Jingzhao and his partners.
On the way out, I started thinking about how to catch the traitor in the organization.
Cassina next to him was obviously also thinking about this problem.
When we were almost at the door, she and I stopped tacitly.
"Kasena, do you think that if I die, will the traitors in the organization come out?"
"No," said Catherine.
I smiled brightly, "What if I said we knew the location of the cell tower?"
The alpha female turned around, "It's very risky."
“The bigger the bait, the bigger the fish.”
A cold light flashed, and blood splattered on Ali's cheek.
She looked at the body on the ground and caught a glimpse of the electronic clock hanging on the wall. It showed the time was 11 o'clock in the evening of September 1st.
The special communicator he carried with him rang. It was a message sent by Bai Wuyin after he arrived in the Keya District. It told Ali in simple and easy-to-understand language that Prosecutor Ali had been stabbed to death.
Below that, there was a message that was quickly sent and then quickly withdrawn.
Bai Wuyin: "Ali, can you promise that you will do things for me at any time?"
Ali squinted her eyes and looked at the communicator carefully, only to see the title of a book. This book was the one Bai Wuyin borrowed most often when he was in the slums.
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The author has something to say: Because the plot is almost coming to an end, everything is stuttering, and I am madly squeezing out words from the ravines of my head (I was amused by my own description and felt a bit like hell hahahahahaha)
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