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It happened suddenly.

The database room reported that during the daily inspection, it found that the computer had illegal copy records, and all the blueprints of the K-19 holding rockets and the main small arms aliased as WidowMaker had been copied.

The monitoring found that only the special assistant of the general manager came to the database room in the early morning within a month. It was shown that the annual report was filed, but they stayed in it for more than an hour.

Immediately afterwards, the secretariat received a photo from a stranger, and had a happy conversation with the leader of the Hong Gang in the early morning. Both of them had smiles on their faces, as if they had just reached a consensus.

All evidence points to Han Qingchen.Precision's board of directors demanded that he be arrested for leaking confidential company documents and investigate the matter thoroughly.

Everyone thought that Han Ziye would appease and protect his shortcomings, but he nodded in agreement.

In the early morning, he was escorted out of the secretary's office by two detectives with no expression on his face. Employees from all departments poked their heads out. It was hard for everyone to believe that the always loyal and special assistant to the general manager would steal company secrets and sell them to gangsters. , Fang Ya rarely lost his temper, standing in the corridor and roaring: "What are you looking at! There is nothing to do, right?"

Lian Zhi broke into Ziye's office:

"Boss! I don't believe you can't tell that this photo was taken in winter! But the things in the database room have been lost for less than a week!"

Midnight was turning his back to him, looking at the street under a whole floor-to-ceiling glass window, and the vehicles driving away with flashing police lights.Hearing this, he turned around:

"You sit down."

Lian Zhi was in a hurry,

"Boss—!" He couldn't believe that Han Ziye jumped into such an obvious trap and actually sent Qingchen to the police station.

Han Ziye raised his voice slightly: "Sit down!"

Lian Zhi sat down on the sofa in frustration, buried his face in his hands and rubbed it vigorously, if Zixi gets the news when he gets home tonight, I'm afraid he would dare to go to Beigong and make a fuss on Zi Ye's face.

Peter knocked on the door and came in. Seeing the situation, he had to sit beside Lian Zhi, hesitated and said:

"I don't have any clues about the information I have...but I believe..."

Midnight laughed:

"Don't you understand yet? This is done by one of our own people. Han Yi seems to be far away and doesn't want anything. In fact, he has already set his sights on Jingji. Not only did he take the surname Hong, but Jingji will soon have the surname Hong."

Lian Zhi's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Qingchen really stole the drawings, but was shocked that the boss actually believed that Qingchen did it. Qingchen's heart and loyalty to him can be seen even by a blind man. Clearly.

He knew in his heart that there was no way for Qingchen to clear up his grievances, and he could only rely on the few of them to investigate fiercely in private.He said listlessly that he was busy, and walked out of the office with Peter.

It began to rain lightly at night, and Han Ziye stared at the rain outside the window in the big study. The spring rain was extremely cold, and there was a layer of fog on the glass windows. He frowned and was upset.

The beeper rang, and the driver Angkor said that there was a Mr. Hong visiting at the door.

Ziye sneered, the Hong family was really good at tricks, and they were thick-skinned enough to come here. Why, want to get back to the exposed insider?

"please come in."

Hong Lei asked his subordinates to wait outside, and was taken to the big study by Angkor alone. He pushed open the door and walked in. Ziye stood behind the desk, and the two of them looked at each other with no expression on their faces. rain.

Hong Lei spoke first: "Mr. Han, won't you invite me to sit down?"

Ziye put on a small smile: "Mr. Hong will sit down naturally if he is tired, but I think you will not be tired if you go up the mountain all night and find a place where few people know about me."

Hong Lei was not angry, but just looked around his huge study room, saw the painting shelf next to the big desk, and the open painting kit box on the floor, walked forward, and saw a half-painted painting on it with a clip Portrait of Han Ziye.

He remembered that when he was young, he sat next to the class in the early morning. The way he held a pen was different from others, as if he had learned painting professionally. In addition, he often drew the outline of a gun with three or two strokes. He wrote the pen to the exact point, with a lifelike appearance, and asked:

"Is this drawn early in the morning?"

Han Ziye frowned. He didn't know why he asked such a question, but he didn't have the time to think about it. He just replied, "My girlfriend painted it. Why, Mr. Hong likes it?"

Hong Lei still had no expression: "The painting is not bad." He walked back to the table, looked at Han Ziye across the table, and said straight to the point:

"After the firearms class, I never saw Han Qingchen again. Last winter, he was the one who found me."

Sure enough, it was him.Han Ziye sneered, he didn't expect that this "gift" arranged by Han Yi not only wanted to destroy himself, but also thought about Precision Group, it was really a good plan to kill two birds with one stone.

Seeing his face getting colder, Hong Lei thought for a while and said:

"I gave him the information that the Qing Gang is going to attack the ammunition depot."

Han Ziye was stunned, yes, as far as he knew, Peter did not have a line from the Hong Gang.

He sneered and said:

"Why, Mr. Hong exchanged a blueprint of one of my models for just one piece of information? The blueprint is so complicated, wouldn't it be more convenient for me to lend you the chief engineer of K-19?"

Hong Lei looked straight into his eyes, his face was as cold as ice, and his tone was as cold as iron:

"I have not obtained any drawings and materials of any weapon from your company."

Han Ziye didn't bother to smirk anymore, so he turned cold and showed his real expression:

"Oh? Then what will Han Qingchen give you in exchange? A body?" He clenched his teeth involuntarily, clenched his fists, and prepared to throw them out if he answered yes.

Hong Lei lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, and when he raised his eyes again, there seemed to be a look of pity in his eyes:

"Jingji doesn't intend to do business with the Hong family, and I don't want to take care of the Han family's affairs either. It's just that I made a bet with Han Qingchen, and I lost, so I gave him the information that the Qing Gang was going to attack the ammunition depot."

Han Ziye didn't realize that he breathed a sigh of relief, his fists were a little numb when they were clenched too tightly and then loosened.

Hong Lei simply said:

"You withdraw the lawsuit, let Han Qingchen go, and I will tell you the specific action time of the Green Gang."

Seeing that he was going around for a long time, Han Ziye really came here for Han Qingchen, and couldn't help but feel even more angry.

"Thank you, Mr. Hong, for your kindness. I don't need to worry about how my subordinates will deal with it. Forgive me for not being interested in your information."

Hong Lei stared at his cruel and cold eyes, thinking of Han Qingchen frowning slightly and eager to explain to him, his heart that was always as hard as iron felt a little pity.

He walked to the sofa next to him and sat down by himself:

"The cypresses and blue flowers hired mercenaries at a high price, and there are traitors in your company who want to take your power."

he stopped

"How your subordinates deal with it has nothing to do with me, but I think the cabinet is afraid of this military force that is not under the government's control. You can apply to the cabinet to join the military to take the opportunity to destroy them."

Han Ziye also came over:

"Oh? I didn't know that Mr. Hong was so considerate of the Han family. Did he sell this face to me? Or for 'my' assistant?" He emphasized the word "my".

Hong Lei looked back at the easel over there,

"When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman gets the benefit. I just want to take this opportunity to clean up the traitors in my gang. I don't think Mr. Han should be so naive as to think that I give you the information to let you spare 'you' yourself Yours." Hong Lei also bit the word "you".

Seeing that Han Ziye didn't answer, he said again;

"If Mr. Han has figured it out, please contact me and leave."

Standing indoors, Ziye heard the sound of a car driving away from the gate, and suddenly went to the table, grabbed the glass and threw it at the door, the crystal glass made a muffled sound and shattered into pieces.

He called people for a meeting overnight, and the lights in the big study were kept on until the sky was white.

I didn't sleep all night in the morning.

He was taken to the police station, followed by two detectives to take pictures, extract DNA, enter fingerprints, check handwriting, and was taken to the interrogation room for interrogation.

He was very cooperative, he did what he was asked to do, and he said what he was asked to say. The police officers didn't make it difficult for him when they saw his quiet and silent appearance. After taking notes, they took him to the temporary detention center.

The heavy iron door was locked with a click, and the small window above was pulled down with a "snap".In the early morning, I stood silently in the middle of the small room for a while. It was very dark here, and there was no light at all.But in the early morning, I didn't feel any fear, and the rainy spring night was too cold.When he was taken away, he didn't even have time to take his coat. The thin white shirt couldn't resist the cold. He walked to the wall, curled up and sat on the cold concrete floor, wrapped his shoulders around his shoulders, and radiated from his heart. The cold made him shiver intermittently, and the familiar humming sound in his left ear gradually became louder. He suddenly wanted to draw a picture, and drawing an orange lamp would emit a warm halo.His right hand was itchy, and he really wanted to hold a pen or a carbon rod. He stared at his right hand for a while, but it was too dark to see anything.After all, he closed his eyes and buried his head deeply in the crook of his knees.

The next morning, he was taken to the reception room, where Zixi was waiting for him.

The two sat across the table, Zixi saw his pale face and dry lips, his eyes were red, he held the handcuffed hands that were placed on the table in the morning, and found that the cold was almost as cold as metal.

Looking up early in the morning with a calm expression.

"not me."

Zixi almost choked up:

"Of course! I know, everyone knows."

He looked at the prison guard behind him in the morning, and the prison guard opened the door and walked out.He approached the right ear of morning:

"Listen to me, this matter should be done by Han Zirong's side. The purpose is to draw everyone's attention, and it may also be involved with the Green Gang. The boss deployed overnight last night, and he has made every possible preparation. That's it. In a few days, we will take advantage of the sneak attack of the Green Gang to find evidence and bring Han Hua and his son to the table..." He seemed to be unable to bear it, and grasped the cold fingers in his hand.

"In order to paralyze the other party, you may have to stay here for a few more days..."

In the early morning, he showed a little smile, and his lost eyes became normal and calm for a while, but it seemed that a certain cluster of light had been extinguished and darkened, like a bottomless cold pool.

"It doesn't matter, it's the same everywhere, as long as it can help the young master."

Zixi seemed unable to restrain himself, put his forehead between the grasping fingers, and took out his fingers to smooth his hair early in the morning.

"Don't cry, I'm really fine."

Zixi left clothes for him when he left.

Putting on that dress, he still sat against the wall at the original position, staring at the blank wall opposite him for a long time, counting his shallow breaths, and finally fell asleep on the ground exhausted after a long time.