Miss Forensics – Chapter 129.2

The final battle (3)

She squinted her eyes to get a look at the middle-aged man leaning on the luxury car.

“Boss Long?”

The legendary top Singaporean tycoon had finally appeared. It seems the person who died at the suburban camp was just a body double.

Boss Long’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before quickly moving away.

“Let’s cut to the chase, my ship is still waiting at the dock. Let’s inspect the goods and settle the payment.”

With a wave of his hand, the Supreme Lord’s men opened the warehouse door. “Boss Long, please.”

Boss Long had a cigar in his mouth as he walked in with his entourage, tapping the neatly arranged boxes. He casually picked one, used a switchblade to cut a corner of the box, took out a blue syringe, examined it, and was satisfied before putting it back.

“And the white powder?”

“Boss Long, this way, please.”

Tiger opened the paper box and took out a packet of powder wrapped in a transparent PVC plastic bag.

The blade gently swept across, causing the white powder to spill out.

“All good quality goods.”

Boss Long flicked a bit with his finger and tasted it, smacking his lips.

“Not bad, very potent.”

“Of course, it’s 95% purity. It took a lot of effort to extract it.”

To purify it to this level, it would be impossible without the help of a professional laboratory.

Boss Long sneered inwardly, using a cloth to wrap up the packet of white powder and tucking it into his pocket. “Careful, it’s all money.”

“Boss Long, how about now? Can we settle the remaining payment?”

The Supreme Lord watched his series of actions from outside and asked.

“Of course, it’s possible, Gouzi, pay up.”

Boss Long waved his big hand, and a follower behind him stepped forward, saying, “A deposit of 50 million RMB has been paid, and the rest has been transferred in batches to your designated overseas account.”

Kuba entrusted the Supreme Lord to others for care, turned around to make a phone call to confirm, and soon returned to their side with his phone, whispering a few words to the Supreme Lord.

Lin Yan stood a bit far away, so she couldn’t hear clearly, but she saw a sly smile slowly appear at the corner of the Supreme Lord’s lips.

Her gaze fell on the bandit standing by with a gun at his side, more precisely, on the gun itself.

Lin Yan swallowed her saliva secretly, calculating the chances of success in snatching the gun, firing, and shooting the Supreme Lord dead.

Or should she wait for the police to arrive?

“Remember, safety first. If it’s not absolutely necessary, don’t act, Lin Yan, trust us, we won’t let you down. The police will surely respond to you.”

At that moment, Feng Jianguo stood in front of her, hands on the table, making a solemn pledge.

How precious is the word ‘trust’? After all, she and Song Yuhang came together because of mutual trust, right?

Lin Yan’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and she released her tightly clenched fists.

“Boss Long indeed speaks with integrity,” the Supreme Lord sighed, instructing his men to clear a path for Boss Long’s people to go in and move things.

Boss Long flicked open a lighter with a snap, lit another cigar, and offered one to him as well.

“Supreme Lord, want one?”

The Supreme Lord politely declined, “No, I’m old, cough… smoking… irritates my lungs…”

“Hurry up, move quickly!” The lackeys brought by Boss Long were loudly commanding their men to work faster.

The boxes brought out of the warehouse were lifted onto the truck one by one. The boxes were heavy, requiring two people to lift one, and the young man at the back was falling behind.

Seeing his slow pace, a whip was lashed at him.

“F*ck your mother, didn’t have breakfast this morning!”

The whip landed squarely on the young man’s arm. He was not very old, just a young lad, caught off guard by the pain, he let go abruptly, causing a whole box of white powder to spill on the ground.

“F*ck!” The lackey was fuming and kicked out in frustration, “Damn, do you know how much these cost? I can’t even afford to compensate if you’re killed!”

The boy was kicked to the ground, then quickly got up to clean up while apologizing, “Yes, yes, I’m sorry, my bad.”

After he cleaned up the mess, limping and holding the box, as he was about to leave, the lackey squatted on the ground, staring at the spilled powder, swallowed some saliva, and had an idea.

The boss said this was a top-quality 95% product, and he had never tasted something this good before.

The lackey, seeing no one around, twisted a bit of it with his fingers and put it in his mouth. His eyes narrowed as he savored it carefully, but his face stiffened, and cold sweat covered his body.

Spitting it out, bitter and acrid, this wasn’t drugs; it was indeed just flour!

The lackey scrambled up from the ground, panicked, and ran out, “Boss, it’s not good, this batch is f…!”

Before he could finish saying “fake,” a gunshot blew off his head.

Boss Long’s men were shocked and quickly loaded their guns, while Kuba and his men aimed their guns at them.

“Supreme Lord, what does this mean?”

He glanced at the body on the ground, teeth clenched in anger.

The Supreme Lord stood among the crowd, took a step forward with his cane, smiling slightly.

“It doesn’t mean much. Don’t hide anymore, at best you’re just a dog. Let your master come out and face the music. Good goods are meant for the big shots to enjoy.”

“Report, report, drug dealer’s trace found on West 14th Street, currently tracking, currently tracking!”

Static crackled through the communication channel before being cut off, and the message quickly reached the command center.

Zhao Junfeng slammed his fist on the table, “Damn it, audacious and bold, to dare to snatch away prisoners right under the nose of the police!”

Feng Jianguo’s eyes widened as he saw the screen in the command vehicle pop up a scene of several special police officers extinguishing the fire on the vehicle, with only the skeleton of the fake police car remaining.

“Report, the vehicle involved has been burnt down, a large number of tire prints found at the scene, currently unable to determine the direction.”

Meanwhile, the cybersecurity team members also relayed messages.

Zheng Chengrui, wearing headphones, typed on the keyboard, “No suspicious vehicles or personnel found on the road surveillance yet.”

“Chase, turn the world upside down to find these people for me!” Zhao Junfeng’s anger was uncontrollable, spitting on the walkie-talkie.

Feng Jianguo stood back silently, also feeling anxious, a hint of worry creased his usually calm forehead.

Far away in another port, Xue Rui, leading his team to inspect a merchant ship, glanced at his watch, then suddenly waved his hand, signaling his team to withdraw.

The group he brought were all seasoned veterans, having developed a habit of obeying orders since following Song Yuhang. At this moment, no one questioned his command, and without hesitation, they got into the car with him. The car swiftly turned around, heading in another direction.

In the small command vehicle, after a few steps, Zhao Junfeng bumped into the cabin. He couldn’t sit still, furrowing his brow and constantly glancing at the large screen.

The more brazen the drug dealers acted, the more they attracted their attention, reinforcing the speculation that Zhongjing Industrial Port was indeed the real trading location.

Did the Supreme Lord think he would spare time to deal with the matters at the detention center?

No, he wouldn’t.

Zhao Junfeng watched as the red dot on the map, indicating the approaching industrial port, gradually got closer, and a glint suddenly burst in his eyes.

This time, they must completely wipe out this criminal gang, leaving no one alive, especially the Supreme Lord.

“I’m going down for a smoke, get some fresh air.” He said, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the table and walked briskly out of the command vehicle.

“Hey, once the target is spotted, there’s no need to arrest and bring them to justice; shoot on sight.”

Hu Senji was momentarily stunned but accepted the command.

“Yes, Director Zhao, I’ll ensure the mission is completed!”

Zhao Junfeng’s speculation was correct; the trading location was indeed at the Zhongjing Industrial Port. However, what he never expected was that the Supreme Lord would double-cross them, and Lin Youyuan would also appear here.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yan saw him being helped out of the car by Boss Long and seated in a wheelchair, and she was also taken aback.

Her throat constricted, the scene was too shocking, causing her to be unable to regain her senses for a long time.

If he was here, then Boss Long is…

Butler Lin tore off the human skin mask on his face, finally returning to normal speaking voice.

“Supreme Lord, resorting to such treacherous methods is hardly the way of righteousness.”

“The treacherous, why bother with righteousness?”

As the Supreme Lord’s words fell, Lin Youyuan, sitting in the wheelchair, toyed with his green jade ring and chuckled.

“Long time no see. How did you end up like this, even your voice has changed, you’re better off dead.”

Truly, like father, like daughter. Lin Yan inherited his sharp-tongued wit, no one could match their skill in sarcastic banter.

The Supreme Lord’s face darkened instantly, gritting his teeth.

“You’re just a useless cripple who can’t even stand up, what right do you have to speak to me.”

Lin Youyuan’s eye twitched slightly, not bothering to respond to him. He only showed a slight ripple in his expression when he glanced at Lin Yan standing beside him.

The Supreme Lord noticed this subtle change, grinned showing his teeth, and pointed his cane at her.

“Auntie Hong, come, meet this renowned figure, the helm of the Jingtai Group that controls both black and white paths. You don’t know yet, we’ve done a lot of business with him in recent years. We’ll have to help each other in the future and get familiar with each other.”

The scene of Butler Lin personally tasting drugs was deeply etched in her mind, triggering memories of many forgotten details from the past.

How could the Lin family rise to such great power in just a few decades, becoming a top national enterprise with numerous subsidiaries flourishing and products sold overseas?

Although she had her doubts before, her covert investigations yielded no results. She had simply thought that Lin Youyuan managed his business wisely and rode the wave of development, profiting from real estate speculation and stock trading.

Little did she know that the money was not only dirty but also stained with blood.

And Lin Youyuan, what role did he play in this intricate chess game?

The butler of the Lin family used drugs, but what about him?

To whom did he resell those drugs he bought?

How many innocent families did he harm?

Are the factories under the Lin family producing this stuff?

Was Chu Nan’s mysterious death related to knowing or seeing something?

Over the years, he has obstructed her investigations. Is it because he doesn’t want the truth to be exposed to the world?

With Song Yuhang being targeted one after another, is he involved?

……

In the moment their eyes met, Lin Yan’s mind was flooded with a myriad of thoughts.

Each one made her ache with unbearable pain.

Is there anything more ironic than being a police officer while her father is a drug trafficker?

There’s no more.

Lin Yan’s eyes burned, but she clenched her teeth tightly and forced herself to swallow back the emotions.

She heard her own voice sounding as cold as ice.

“Mr. Lin’s reputation truly precedes him, seeing is believing. Do you also require someone—”

She lifted her gaze, locking eyes with him, and said word by word.

“To take matters into your own hands?”