The plum rain in Jiangcheng kept drizzling. Chen Mo stood on his balcony, looking at the suspicious black car downstairs. Ever since Zhou Hongru was arrested, he knew that this was just a brief calm before the storm. Although Lin Guodong and others were sentenced, the forces behind them will never let it go.
The phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from Zhao Jianfeng: "Be careful. They've started to act." Chen Mo frowned. Zhao Jianfeng, as the captain of the provincial department's Criminal Investigation Corps, was naturally well-informed. He turned and walked into the study, turned on the computer and began to study carefully those files that had not yet been exposed.
However, the danger came faster than he imagined. The next morning, Chen Mo sent his daughter to school. As soon as they reached the school gate, they were surrounded by a group of reporters. "Officer Chen, I heard that you had serious procedural violations when investigating the case of Jinxiu Group?" There's a rumor that you colluded with foreign forces. Is that true? A flood of harsh questions came flooding in. Chen Mo protected his daughter with cold eyes and said, "Please move aside. I reserve the right to hold you accountable for spreading rumors."
After finally getting rid of the reporter, Chen Mo's phone rang. It was his wife's trembling voice: "Xiao Mo, the house has been splashed with red paint. There's a sign on the wall saying 'You two will be next'..." Chen Mo felt his temples twitching. He comforted his wife, but the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger. This is obviously someone deliberately retaliating, hoping to make him back off when faced with difficulties.
Meanwhile, undercurrents also began to stir within the municipal public security bureau. On Chen Mo's desk, an anonymous whistleblower suddenly appeared, accusing him of accepting bribes and helping the Jinxiu Group destroy evidence. In the director's office, Chen Mo looked at the report letter on the desk and sneered, "Director, do you believe these groundless charges?" The director's expression was solemn: "Xiao Chen, the public opinion pressure is very high now. You can suspend your position for now to cooperate with the investigation."
Chen Mo, who was suspended from his position, did not just sit and wait for his fate. Instead, he began to resort to the "cutting off the fuel supply" strategy. He secretly contacted those victims who had once been oppressed by the Jinxiu Group and encouraged them to come forward and testify. A girl who was once forced into prostitution, persuaded by Chen Mo, finally gathered the courage to provide the key evidence - a video of Zhou Hongru's transactions with officials at a porn club.
However, Chen Mo's actions were soon noticed by his opponents. One late night, when he was meeting with an informant, he was attacked by unidentified people. In the melee, the informant was unfortunately killed, and Chen Mo was also seriously injured. Lying on the hospital bed, Chen Mo gazed at the ceiling, his heart filled with resentment. He knew that the opponent was making an example of others, warning those who wanted to step forward.
At this moment, Zhao Jianfeng brought a shocking piece of news: Lin Guodong suddenly died in prison, and the cause of death was unknown. Chen Mo's heart gave a jolt. He knew that this was by no means a coincidence. The opponent is clearing the door, destroying the evidence and demonstrating against him at the same time.
Chen Mo, enduring the pain, decided to resort to the strategy of "letting go to catch". He deliberately showed a disheartened look in public and even hinted that he was going to leave Jiangcheng. Sure enough, the opponent let down his guard and began to show more loopholes. Chen Mo secretly arranged for personnel to investigate those suspicious clues, and a larger net was quietly unfolding.
Late at night, Chen Mo, dragging his injured body, arrived at an abandoned factory. This is the temporary base he secretly set up, with all kinds of clues and photos pasted all over the walls. He stared at a blurry group photo on the wall. It was a photo of a business event several years ago. In the photo, several familiar faces made his pupils contract slightly. He knew that the real big fish was still in the deeper darkness.
Outside the window, thunder rumbled and a torrential rain poured down. Chen Mo clenched his fists, his eyes determined. In this covert game, he will never admit defeat.