Binjiang Police Affairs-Chapter 356 - 252 Serious Problem!

"One hundred thousand per family!"

Han Yu suspected that his immediate superior had misheard. Perhaps what was said was a total of one hundred thousand.

Not only did Old Liu and Old Jiang find it difficult to believe this was true, they hardly dared to ask for the money on behalf of Salted Fish. After all, the "sponsorship amount" was too large. The factory leaders were not easy to handle either; if they turned things around in the future, it would become extortion.

Shi Shengyong was poor but bold. Glancing back, he whispered, "They want to downplay the issue, so of course they have to bleed a bit. Plus, Secretary Xue mentioned that Feng Biguo indeed set up a private fund. The sponsorship fee comes out of there, and if it’s not enough, the factory will cover the rest."

Raiding the private fund was different from directly asking for money from the factory.

Old Liu weighed the options and asked, "Did they say when they will pay?"

Shi Shengyong smiled, "First, we need to figure out how much money is in Feng Biguo’s private fund."

Old Liu didn’t want to dream any longer through the night, and he looked up, "Okay, let’s act quickly!"

The firearms and ammunition of the Four Factory Public Security Department were not requisitioned from the City Bureau, but were leftovers from the Four Factory Armed Forces Department.

That year, according to the superiors’ regulations, the Four Factory Armed Forces Department transferred a batch of arms to the then Linghai County Armed Forces Department. Late at night, there should be someone on duty at the Linghai Armed Forces Department, but it might not be possible to contact the person in charge at that time.

Considering that Minister Lei of the Four Factory Town Military Department was also involved in the transfer, Shi Shengyong simply asked the chairman of the trade union of Binmian Fourth Factory cum Armed Forces Minister to contact Old Lei and ask him to come over to help with the inventory.

As for him, who was supposed to investigate the firearms and ammunition, he was actually checking the accounts of the Four Factory Public Security Department with Director Qian of the factory office.

Investigators like Han Yu, Old Liu, Old Jiang, and Fang Zhiqiang took turns questioning the officers including Feng Biguo of the Public Security Department, as well as the Economic Police Team.

The Public Security Department and the Economic Police Team only had four offices, which simply couldn’t accommodate so many people working simultaneously. Under Director Qian’s arrangement, they requisitioned the offices and meeting rooms of the Labor Service Company.

They would account for everyone - first, they confiscated the guns and cartridges and registered them.

The former security team leader, now deputy squad leader of the Economic Police Second Company, Tong Xianhe, could not produce his weapon. His face turned ashen, with sweat the size of soybeans beading on his forehead.

If nothing unexpected happened, it was him!

Han Yu reminded, "Think carefully, when was the last time you touched the gun?"

Shaken out of his wits, Tong Xianhe stammered, "I...I don’t usually carry a gun, I...I can’t remember."

"Do you want to smoke, want a cigarette to calm down a bit?"

"Yes."

"Brother Shao, can I borrow a cigarette?"

"Sure."

Shao Lei was responsible for taking notes, he set down his pen and handed over a cigarette.

Tong Xianhe took out a lighter, lit the cigarette, and took several puffs in succession, his mood stabilizing considerably. With trepidation, he said, "The afternoon of the 6th, the Internal Security brigade’s leaders came to the factory for a tough crackdown work conference. I thought I might need my gun for the crackdown, so I even took it with me to the meeting. After that...after that, I really can’t remember."

"The afternoon of the 6th!"

"Yes, it was the 6th, there was a big meeting, I remember clearly."

Wu Qingjun stole the gun on the evening of the 4th, and this person here used the gun on the 6th, the timeline didn’t match!

Han Yu realized the seriousness of the problem, staring at him, he asked, "Tong Xianhe, how many years have you been issued with this gun?"

"Five years."

"You’ve used it for five years, then you must remember what your gun looks like, whether it’s worn, or if there are any characteristics, right?"

"I remember."

Tong Xianhe took a couple of deep puffs on his cigarette, nervously saying, "I’ve served in the military, I know that if I lose my gun, I’m responsible, so I usually don’t dare to carry it. And I know firearms need maintenance, I usually take it apart and clean it from time to time. There are so many guns in the department, but you can count on mine being the best maintained."

Shao Lei also realized the trouble was serious, he couldn’t help but ask, "If you saw the gun again, could you recognize it?"

"Yes."

"What characteristics does your gun have?"

"The gun issued to me is old, the grip... the part where you hold it has two sand pits, the slide is heavily worn, the production year can be seen clearly, but the gun number is worn and not clear."

Han Yu pressed, "Any other distinctive features, think more."

Tong Xianhe hastily replied, "The magazine is also quite worn, the portion where the bullets are pressed in is worn shiny."

Han Yu thought for a moment and then asked, "How many bullets are in the magazine?"

"Four," Tong Xianhe said without hesitation, "We usually don’t use our guns, and we haven’t been to the range in years, so it’s always those four bullets."

Han Yu glanced at the notes taken by Shao Lei and asked, "Where do you usually keep your gun?"

"Sometimes I take it home, sometimes I lock it in the drawer of the office desk in the west gate duty room."

"Why don’t you store the gun in the department?"

"I’m usually on duty at the west gate and don’t often come to the department; the department doesn’t have a desk for me."

Han Yu had a rough guess as to how his gun was lost, and couldn’t believe that there was a case within a case.

Han Yu exchanged glances with Shao Lei, stood up, and said, "Tong Xianhe, wait here for a while. I’ll step out for a moment."

"Okay."

Tong Xianhe anxiously waited about ten minutes. Han Yu then came in carrying a large cardboard box, accompanied by Shi Shengyong, Jiang Xiaojun, Fang Zhiqiang, and factory office director Qian. Shao Lei quickly got up to make space.

With so many people entering the room at once, Tong Xianhe became even more frightened, his heart thumping wildly.

Shi Shengyong took out a Wusi Pistol wrapped in a plastic bag from the box brought by Han Yu, read the label written on a slip of paper from inside the bag, removed the magazine, inspected the barrel, and then handed the gun over to Tong Xianhe, "Take a look, is this your gun?"

Tong Xianhe glanced at it and said without hesitation, "No."

Shi Shengyong handed the gun to Fang Zhiqiang and pulled out the second gun from the box, asking him to identify it again, and Tong Xianhe still said it was not his.

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