National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 1222 - 1150 Spread Throughout the Entire City

Fujin Building.

The building has more than twenty floors, with only a few rooms illuminated by lights. The elevator area downstairs is bathed in dim yellow light. The security guard at the door is engrossed in his phone, unaware of what he’s reading, with a disdainful smirk on his lips as if looking down upon the masses.

Creek...

A car stops at the entrance, the sound of the brakes deafening.

The security guard’s attention remains fixed on his phone screen, not even lifting his eyelids, silent and cold.

"What’s your name?" Someone stood opposite the security guard and rudely asked.

The security guard furrowed his brows and reluctantly raised his chin.

"Police?" He was initially stunned, then hurriedly stood up, clutching his phone, slightly flustered.

"Police inspection, are you from Lixin International?" The officer asked while taking the security guard’s phone.

"No, I’m not... I’m employed by Fujin’s property management."

"Did Lixin International pay you? Don’t move, don’t associate yourself with Lixin International."

"I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare." The guard, unsure of the police’s division, quietly replied, "I’m just a security guard, it’s got nothing to do with me."

"How many doors are there? Are there any hidden doors?"

"There are 6 doors that I know of, with one back door leading directly to the adjacent mall through the fire escape. Passing through two fire escape doors leads to the mall, and there are doors in the mall that allow you to exit..." The guard eagerly explained, almost drawing a map, he genuinely earns 4000 yuan a month, not worth risking life for anyone.

The policeman just nodded slightly, casually verifying with a floor plan.

The doors the guard mentioned matched the information they had, but they still had to be cautious, guarding against the nightclub secretly opening new exits. Those in the entertainment industry seem obedient on the surface but harbor dubious actions beneath.

Yuan Bomian, wearing a police uniform, his waist equipped with a gun, exuded a murderous aura, built a temporary command post on the first floor, watched as each door was arranged, then ordered his men to raid inside.

Not a single person escaped.

Whether nightclub management, employees, freelancers, or patrons inside, all obediently complied with the inspection.

Those who wished to flee naturally existed, but upon seeing the policemen at the door, they wisely halted.

"Found them."

Yuan Bomian’s walkie-talkie just sounded as he immediately picked it up.

"Bring them all out together without separating, to prevent discovery. Later, put hoods on them and separate ’Nightclub Thin.’" Yuan Bomian repeated the plan several times, fearing any slip-up from his men would lead to exposure and alerting the suspects.

Though such a scenario was unlikely, Yuan Bomian still minimized risks. Those in this line of work long knew that no matter how good the plan was, flawed execution would inevitably lead to issues. Ultimately, the success of a mission depends on making fewer errors rather than showing excellence.

"Yes. We brought them out under the pretext of drug use, currently leading them out." Subordinates rapidly reported via walkie-talkie.

Yuan Bomian became excited: "Found any drugs?"

"No drugs were found at the scene."

Yuan Bomian was taken aback: "Did he dispose of the drugs?"

"It shouldn’t be. We’ve been watching him for quite a while; today he seemed to be here just for fun, without carrying drugs."

"He comes to a nightclub for fun without drugs? What nonsense!" Yuan Bomian said angrily but quickly suppressed his temper and continued, "Never mind, do a rapid drug test on him, see what he’s usually on..."

Yuan Bomian quickly explained a few things before ending the communication, then turned and asked, "Has the team searching for Nightclub Thin arrived? Tell them Nightclub Thin didn’t carry drugs, so the drugs are likely in his residence."

"Nightclub Thin" is a level 2 drug dealer, the most peripheral in the entire drug syndicate system, a typical dealer supporting an addiction model. Small-time drug dealers like him must deduct the costs of their drug consumption from their earnings, and it’s rare for them to rent multiple apartments to create a hideout.

Of course, this is Yuan Bomian’s expectation, hoping Nightclub Thin is just an ordinary dealer supporting his addiction, content when he gets a bit of substance daily.

His subordinates understood Yuan Bomian’s thoughts and responded quickly.

At such times, it’s not simply about how well each person performs. Whether it’s the arrest team or evidence-gathering team, catching people and finding evidence depends not only on their effort but largely on whether the target is present, much like fishing — skill is fundamental, but no fish in the pond leaves one helpless.

For the team leader, quickly receiving feedback is more crucial. Yuan Bomian fears a single event beyond control, but more so an uncontrolled scenario where he lacks control.

A few minutes later, "Nightclub Thin" was first brought into the detention van, followed closely by the drug squad’s interrogation expert.

Yuan Bomian hesitated for a moment but didn’t enter.

Interrogation has its professional technique, especially such surprise on-site interrogations — exploiting surprise, employing high-caliber psychological strategies, or relying on luck.

Yuan Bomian sometimes participates in interrogations but knew today’s occasion, his intervention would disrupt the interrogation’s progress.

"Call Captain Jiang, Nightclub Thin is captured and being interrogated." Yuan Bomian exhaled and reported to Jiang Yuan immediately.

...

AM.

The nightclub not involved in the raid also began closing.

"Nightclub Thin" hunched his shoulders, loitering under the Five-star Pavilion Overpass, casually starting to head north.

The Five-star Pavilion Overpass is a great spot, with numerous and chaotic lanes leading to city highways and main roads internally, and highways and elevated roads externally, hence convenient for fugitives. Its underside, due to the bridge’s coverage, is dim and chaotic, considered an excellent location for local drug users’ latest transaction spot.

However, because the overpass’s location is too good, drug dealers and users around the Five-point Pavilion are fond of gathering there, considering it their shared territory. And heading north from the overpass enters Brother Li’s domain.

"Nightclub Thin" walked cautiously.

He’s not afraid of Brother Li because there are policemen tailing him — thinking of his fate, "Nightclub Thin" was forced to brainstorm: what opportunity could let him escape, avoiding police pursuit and grudges of drug dealers.

Or, as long as escaping was possible, he didn’t mind the pursuit or grudging opinions.

"Nightclub Thin" pondered as he surveyed his surroundings.

He didn’t have confidence in escaping purely through physical means; his long tenure in nightclubs combined with drug use had rendered his body weak, meaning he’d need transportation to run...

"Hey." Someone spotted "Nightclub Thin," coming up to greet him.

Nightclub Thin exchanged glances with the other, after a few seconds, confirmed each other’s identity.

"Want some?" Nightclub Thin asked him.

The other nodded lightly.

"Got money?" Nightclub Thin didn’t ask randomly, at this time, purchasers are anxious users, uncertain to have money but definitely armed.

The other kept raising and lowering his feet, revealing some red bills as he opened his clothes.

Nightclub Thin nodded, leading the other to a location beneath a bridge pillar before conducting the transaction.

According to Yuan Bomian’s instructions, Nightclub Thin charged 30% less.

The user inspected the goods on-site, showed delight, then turned and fled.

"Nightclub Thin" remained expressionless, continued heading north.

The speed at which users share information is remarkably swift; if cheaper stuff is available, it’ll spread citywide in one night without needing promotion.