ebonymovies Chapter 132 A Ten-Thousand-Word Letter? This is an invitation to the Zhao family's demise!
Chapter 132 A Ten-Thousand-Word Letter? This is an invitation to the Zhao family's demise!
Qin Chuan's suppressed, furious roar came through the receiver, echoing in the small, empty interrogation room, accompanied by a hissing sound of electricity.
"Crimes against humanity? The massacre of prisoners of war without trial?"
Qi Tongwei repeated these words, his usual cold mask when facing Hou Liang not shattering, but instead revealing an almost absurd calm because of these weighty charges.
He didn't fly into a rage as Qin Chuan had expected, and he didn't even change his sitting posture at all.
The fingers resting on the table tapped rhythmically on the worn-out file folder, producing a dull thud.
Ye Cunxin, who had been clinging to him like a lazy cat, saw all the tenderness and moisture in her previously dreamy eyes evaporate completely in an instant upon hearing these words.
She didn't gasp or jump off the man in a panic. Instead, she slowly straightened up, and her wine-red velvet slip dress slipped down a bit with her movement, revealing a large expanse of dazzling, snow-white skin and a deep, breathtaking cleavage.
She extended a hand, her nails painted a pure black, gleaming coldly in the pale light. She took the phone from Qi Tongwei and pressed the speakerphone button.
"Captain Qin, send me that so-called 'massage video'." Ye Cunxin's voice was cold, not in terms of temperature, but in a condescending and superior manner, like a queen looking down at cockroaches crawling under her feet.
Qin Chuan on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then realized: "It's already been sent to Tongwei's confidential email address. Cunxin, this time the Zhao family went all out. They bypassed the provincial party committee and directly handed the materials to the big boss in the sea."
This isn't just about bringing down Tong Wei; it's about smearing the entire record of the Southwest Border Defense Corps!
"Okay." Qi Tongwei took back his phone and hung up immediately.
He spun his chair to face a military-grade laptop in the corner and entered the complex dynamic password. The screen lit up, and an encrypted email popped up.
The attachment is a video file with four large characters prominently displayed on the cover: "Border Atrocities".
Qi Tongwei clicked on the video.
The footage is shaky, clearly taken from a distance. In the shot, Qi Tongwei is standing on a speedboat, his M2 heavy machine gun spitting out a half-meter-long tongue of fire.
The bullets swept across the riverbank like the Grim Reaper's scythe, and a group of people who had already lost their armor and weapons rolled and screamed in the mud, eventually turning into a pile of minced meat.
The video has been edited to an extremely high standard.
It cut out the RPG rocket launchers held by the "victims," cut out the prelude to their attempt to bombard the village with mortars, and cut out the fact that these people were notorious mercenaries.
In the video, they looked like a group of unarmed civilians fleeing a disaster.
Qi Tongwei, the man who stood at the bow of the ship and fired wildly, looked like a demon who killed for pleasure.
"Brilliant." Qi Tongwei looked at the screen and actually clapped twice. "Zhao Lichun is indeed a master at manipulating public opinion. If he just puts this kind of distorted information in front of those uninformed big shots, I wouldn't be able to explain myself even if I had ten mouths."
"If they just label me as a 'criminal killer,' I'll have to lose my police uniform and go to a military court. Then, Zhao Ruilong can be released on medical parole as a 'victim,' or even have his case overturned."
Ye Cunxin stood up from Qi Tongwei's lap.
She walked barefoot on the cold cement floor, her long, straight legs fully exposed by the slit in her red skirt. Her calves had the taut lines of someone who exercises regularly, and her arches were slightly raised, making each step extremely steady.
She walked to the interrogation table, took another cigarette from the pack, but this time she didn't light it. Instead, she held it between her fingers and squeezed it hard until the tobacco spilled out of the roll.
"That old bastard Zhao Lichun, he's gotten senile." Ye Cunxin looked at the scattered cigarette ash, a cruel smile slowly curving her lips. "Who does he think he's attacking? A police chief with no connections whatsoever?"
"No."
Qi Tongwei turned off the video, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his hands behind his head: "He's attacking the nation's heroes. He's attacking the Ye family's vision."
"If he had used other means, such as investigating my financial affairs or my lifestyle, or even just labeling me a 'femme fatale,' I might have found it a bit troublesome. But he chose the stupidest path—using the border conflict as a pretext."
"In a place like that, what are prisoners of war? What are civilians? That's a war zone!" Qi Tongwei's volume didn't increase, but the chill in his tone made the temperature in the entire interrogation room drop to freezing point.
"That was a life-or-death battleground. His talk of 'human rights' and 'procedures' to those big shots was simply a joke."
Ye Cunxin turned around and leaned against the stainless steel table.
She braced herself against the table with both hands behind her, a posture that made her breasts appear even more alluring, the two thin straps seeming as if they might snap at any moment.
"Send me the original video." Ye Cunxin took out her custom red phone. "Since Zhao Lichun wants to go all out, I'll help him make this fire burn even brighter."
I want him to know that in this capital city, his Zhao family isn't even worthy of carrying my grandfather's shoes.
Qi Tongwei typed a few keys and sent the complete backup of the law enforcement recorder video from Qin Chuan's side—the video containing all the evidence of the mercenaries' use of heavy weapons, their attempt to massacre the village, and even the use of poison gas—to Ye Cunxin's phone.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Cunxin dialed an unnumbered number.
The phone was answered after only one ring.
"grandfather."
Ye Cunxin's first words were devoid of any coquetry; her voice was as hard as iron: "Someone is bullying your grandson-in-law. They not only want to kill him, but they also want to smear the Ye family's reputation."
There was a silence of about three seconds on the other end of the phone.
Immediately afterwards, an aged but powerful voice came through, conveying an air of authority that could be felt even through the receiver: "Who is it?"
"Handong, the Zhao family," Ye Cunxin said briefly. "They fabricated videos of border operations, portraying the fight against drug lords as a massacre of civilians."
That man named Qi Tongwei almost lost his life in Guichou Ravine to save me, and now someone is using this to try and court-martial him.
"Give me the original materials." The old man's voice was unreadable. "Twenty minutes. Tell that young man that since that blood was shed for the country, there's no reason for anyone else to shed tears. As long as he stands tall, the Ye family will hold up the sky for him, even if it falls."
"clear."
The phone hangs up.
Ye Cunxin casually tossed the expensive cell phone onto the table, making a crisp "smack" sound.
She walked back to Qi Tongwei, braced herself on the armrests of the chair, and leaned over him, trapping him between the chair and her hot body.
The scent, a blend of wild perfume and tobacco, enveloped Qi Tongwei once again.
"It's done." Ye Cunxin's fingertips gently slid across Qi Tongwei's Adam's apple. "Zhao Lichun has shot himself in the foot this time."
"Once that 'ten-thousand-word letter' is submitted and the original video is released, it will be tantamount to confirming the Zhao family's crimes of colluding with foreign armed forces and slandering national heroes. The nature of the crime will change; this is no longer a political struggle, but treason."
A large courtyard with red walls in Beijing.
A small hearing originally intended for Qi Tongwei took an abrupt turn after a new urgent top-secret file was received.
Several bigwigs with golden stars on their shoulders watched the full footage playing on the screen—the dense barrage of RPG rockets, the release of poison gas targeting the village, and the tragic scene of Qi Tongwei single-handedly fighting back with a heavy machine gun to protect the hostages and comrades in a desperate situation.
The air in the meeting room froze.
A hot-tempered old general smashed his teacup on the ground: "What is this? This is courage! This is the spirit of the army! When have our heroes been fighting desperately on the front lines, only to have scoundrels stab them in the back?"
Investigate! No matter who submitted this lengthy petition, no matter which provincial party secretary is behind him, investigate to the very end!
Ten minutes later.
In an office of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, the "undercover agent" who had been lying low for twenty years and had just submitted his materials was taken away by two staff members in black suits before he could even have a sip of celebratory tea.
At the same time, Qi Tongwei's phone, which was on the table, vibrated again.
It's still Qin Chuan's number.
This time there was no phone call, only a text message with two words:
It's safe now.
Upon seeing those two words, Qi Tongwei's tense muscles finally relaxed a little. He reached out and put his arm around Ye Cunxin's waist, his large hand caressing the velvet fabric, the warmth of his palm seeping through the clothing.
"Tsk, what a show." Qi Tongwei chuckled. "Zhao Lichun tried to kill me with public opinion, but he ended up tearing off the last fig leaf. Now, he's probably on the 'untrustworthy' list in Beijing."
"He deserved it." Ye Cunxin straddled Qi Tongwei's lap, completely unconcerned about how shocking this position was in the serious interrogation room. She lowered her head, her red lips almost touching Qi Tongwei's, their breaths mingling, "Reward."
"What reward?" Qi Tongwei asked knowingly, increasing the pressure on his hands and pressing their bodies even closer together.
"Of course... it's what you promised me before." Ye Cunxin's voice became hoarse, with a hint of morbid infatuation. "You said that as long as we cleaned up these scumbags, you would belong to me. Now that we've won the first battle, I'm going to collect some interest."
Her hand slipped under Qi Tongwei's shirt and gently pressed on the scar that ran across his entire abdomen.
Those were old wounds left from Ghost Sorrow Gorge. They still feel a bit rough to the touch, but for Ye Cunxin, they were the strongest aphrodisiac.
"Don't rush." Qi Tongwei grabbed her mischievous hand, his eyes no less aggressive than hers.
"The waters of Handong have only just been stirred up; the big fish aren't quite dead yet. Once I've completely crushed that old bastard Zhao Lichun in the mud, then..."
Before he could finish speaking...
A sudden, piercing ringtone interrupted the passion that was teetering on the brink of explosion between the two.
It was not Qi Tongwei's personal cell phone.
It wasn't Ye Cunxin's red phone either.
The sound came from the corner of the desk, from an old red landline phone covered in dust, its wires chewed by mice several times.
This phone call was not connected to any switchboard or went through the city's main switchboard.
It is the legendary "Director's Hotline," a number that was established more than a decade ago but has now been almost forgotten and even treated as a decoration.
Because no one answers the phone for years, or if they do get through, they just give excuses and pass the buck, nobody calls anymore.
But at that moment, it rang.
The shrill ring of the bell sounded like a desperate wail in the enclosed space.
Ye Cunxin frowned, a hint of displeasure at being interrupted flashing in her beautiful eyes: "Pull it out."
Qi Tongwei, however, did not move.
His hunter's intuition told him something was amiss. He pushed Ye Cunxin aside, straightened his slightly disheveled collar, strode to the corner, and picked up the dusty microphone.
"Feed".
Qi Tongwei's voice was deep and powerful.
There was no immediate response on the other end of the phone, only heavy, wheezing breathing like a broken bellows, with the sound of wind whistling in the background and the loud crash of something being smashed.
A full five seconds passed.
A voice with a heavy regional accent, hoarse as if it were filled with blood, came over.
"Is it...is it that new...that upright official named Qi Tongwei?"
It was a man's voice, sounding very old. Every word seemed to be shouted out with all his might, carrying a chilling despair.
"I am Qi Tongwei." Qi Tongwei's hand gripping the microphone tightened suddenly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. "Who are you? What happened?"
"Help! Director Qi! Help!"
The person on the other end of the phone suddenly broke down in tears, their sobs heart-wrenching, as if they were crying out all the grievances of their life. "Our whole village... our whole village is starving to death! The poverty alleviation funds from above... that's money meant to save our children's lives! It's all been swallowed up by those beasts... not even a scrap is left!"
"I want to petition... They broke my leg... They want to throw me into a ravine to be fed to wolves... Director Qi... Please... For God's sake..."
"Bang!"
A loud thud came from the receiver, followed by a dead tone.
The phone was disconnected.
A deathly silence fell over the interrogation room.
Ye Cunxin stood there, her red dress still stunning under the lights, but the allure on her face had completely vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.
Qi Tongwei slowly put down the microphone.
He turned around, his face now expressionless.
All that remained was a pure, chilling killing intent.
"A heartfelt thought".
Qi Tongwei spoke, his voice eerily calm, "We can put Zhao Lichun's matter on hold for a while."
He walked up to the map of Handong Province hanging on the wall, his eyes fixed on the edge of the map, on the red dot marked as extremely poor, deep in the mountains.
"It seems that the sky in Handong is not just dark."
Qi Tongwei drew the Glock pistol that had accompanied him as he fought his way through the border, skillfully pulled the slide, and the crisp sound of a bullet being chambered echoed in the room.
"It's completely rotten."