Just after nuclear fusion was successfully achieved, my brother Qi Tongwei committed suicide?

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Time passed little by little, and before we knew it, it was already late at night!

Inside the provincial command center.

The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.

Qi Tongwei stood in front of the huge monitoring screen, his gaze fixed on several constantly moving green dots on the screen.

Those were the officers from the "Hound" task force.

"Report to the Director!"

A young police officer strode forward, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement:

"Based on the clues provided by Qiangsheng Group and our in-depth investigation, we have identified three people from within the provincial department!"

"These individuals held key positions in the Fugitive Apprehension Section, the Checkpoint Management Section, and the Technical Investigation Department!"

“They abused their positions to not only delete Chen Jinmo’s surveillance information, but also provided him with a detailed map of Jingzhou and information about security loopholes!”

A cold glint flashed in Qi Tongwei's eyes, and he slammed his hand on the table.

Said:

"Grasp!"

"Get them under control immediately!"

"Remember, be quick-witted and arrest them separately! We must not give them any chance to collude!"

"I will make them pay for what they have done!"

Hearing Qi Tongwei's arrangement.

The young officer saluted excitedly:

"Yes!"

The officers obeyed and left, leaving only the crisp sound of keyboards clicking in the command center.

And a constantly flickering screen.

Qi Tongwei took a deep breath, picked up the encrypted phone, dialed Mu Chen's number, and said:

"Xiao Chen, the remaining forces of Zhao Lichun within the provincial department have been captured."

"Zhao Lichun's last remaining foothold in Handong has been completely wiped out!"

On the other end of the phone, Mu Chen's voice remained calm.

He said, "Very good."

"Tell Gao Qiqiang to proceed as originally planned."

"Let Chen Jinmo finish his final act."

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The headquarters of Qiangsheng Group, underground monitoring center.

Gao Qiqiang and Xu Jiang stood side by side in front of the screen, watching the movements of Chen Jinmo and the others on the screen.

"Everything has been checked."

Xu Jiang pointed to a red dot on the screen and said:

"That kid Chen Jinmo is planning to make his move tomorrow night."

"Our target is Professor Zhang from the R&D center. He's a top expert sent by our boss to support us, and he's in charge of the production and installation of the train's core power system."

"Their plan was to take action on Professor Zhang's way home from get off work, drug him, put him in a pre-prepared van, and transport him to an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs."

Gao Qiqiang's lips curled into a cold smile.

My heart was filled with disdain.

Even at its peak, Huilong Group couldn't compete with Qiangsheng Group.

Do they still want to kidnap people right under the nose of their powerful group?

funny!

"It seems they really think our Qiangsheng Group is an easy target."

"Xu Jiang, pass the word down and tell Professor Zhang to leave work as usual tomorrow."

"Also, inform the Handong Provincial Department to be prepared. They'll send someone to impersonate Professor Zhang. He wants to kidnap someone, right? Let them kidnap him!"

"Follow the clues and catch the person behind him!"

"Remember, you must make Chen Jinmo feel that he has succeeded."

Xu Jiang nodded, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"Don't worry, everything will be perfectly fine!"

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The next day.

Evening, outskirts of Jingzhou.

A black van pulled up silently by the roadside. Chen Jinmo and his three accomplices sat inside, their eyes filled with greed and excitement.

"Brother Mo, do you really think Miss Zhao will give us six million after we finish this job?"

Scarface licked his lips, looking expectant.

Chen Jinmo took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring:

"Don't worry, even though Huilong Group has collapsed, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. The Zhao family has plenty of money!"

"Once we get her under our control, she'll definitely give us the money."

"Once we get the money, we'll fly far away and live a carefree life overseas!"

Just then, a black sedan slowly drove up and stopped at the entrance of the residential area not far away.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man with glasses and a refined appearance stepped out.

It was indeed "Professor Zhang"!

A glint flashed in Chen Jinmo's eyes, and he suddenly waved his hand:

"Do it!"

The van sped off like an arrow, and several masked men jumped out, grabbed "Professor Zhang" without a word, covered his head with a black cloth, and shoved him into the van.

The whole process was clean and neat, without making any sound.

The van sped away and disappeared into the night.

Inside the provincial command center.

Qi Tongwei watched as the green dot representing "Professor Zhang" on the screen was taken away, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Pass down the order: all officers are to enter a state of high alert."

"Once Chen Jinmo makes contact with the person behind him, we'll immediately close the net!"

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Abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.

Professor Zhang was tied to a chair, and the black cloth covering his head was torn off.

He looked at Chen Jinmo in front of him, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes:

"Who are you? Why are you kidnapping me?"

Chen Jinmo sneered:

"Professor Zhang, stop pretending."

"We know you are a core expert of Qiangsheng Group. As long as you cooperate obediently, we will not harm you."

"Once we get the money, we'll let you go."

Just then, the warehouse door was pushed open, and Zhao Xiaoyan walked in, a hint of nervousness on her face.

"Did someone bring it?"

She looked at "Professor Zhang" who was tied to the chair, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

Chen Jinmo nodded:

"Miss Zhao, the person is right here."

"Six million was promised, shouldn't you deliver on that?"

Zhao Xiaoyan took out a bank card from her bag:

"There are three million here. After it's done, I'll give you the remaining three million."

"Now, keep a close eye on him and make sure nothing goes wrong."

As long as they have this expert in their hands.

Pilot projects will face significant obstacles!