Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

It was late at night, and a thick black blanket covered the sky. Clouds pressed down like a conspiracy, piling up above the brightly lit police station.

"It went so smoothly, so smoothly that it was a little unexpected." A dozen people dressed as senior police superintendents gathered in the conference room, their fatigue from working non-stop was overshadowed by tension.

With swift action and fierce pressure, the criminal leader who is in charge of receiving goods on the inbound and outbound routes has been secretly monitored by the police. From now on, as long as we keep a close eye on the leader, the distributors on the branches will be arrested sooner or later.

This was a massive and secretive manhunt, the only problem was that it went too smoothly.

It was so smooth that it seemed like a trap set by the enemy, but the trap was so tempting that they had to step into it despite the danger.

The lights above the long conference table were bright and flawless.

Under the lights, everyone was silent and thoughtful, with no sense of joy that the action was about to end.

Song Jingming and Sun Hexi are being detained in the police station. They are nominally suspects, but in reality they are there to participate in internal police meetings.

The superintendents spoke in calm voices, expressing their opinions.

"Han Guanshan's anti-reconnaissance capabilities are too strong, and we dare not get too close, so we lost him many times. But we have tracked him down several times recently, all in the city center."

"Logically speaking, his current condition shouldn't appear in an urban area with a dense surveillance network."

The director sitting in the main seat nodded: "There must be something wrong when things are out of the ordinary. Maybe he wants to cause us some trouble before leaving. We must keep a close eye on him. Where is he now?"

The police officer in front of the projection screen shook his head: "There are too many factors that affect tracking in the city center. We haven't tracked the specific location yet."

Song Jingming, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, "My mother is in his hands."

Everyone at the table looked at him at the end, waiting for his next words.

Director Zhang, who was sitting at the first seat, smiled kindly: "Jingming, your father should be the most active person in the world in looking for Song Weiyu. How is it, he must have made some progress, right?"

Song Jingming pulled the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to check the time, "My dad will be here soon."

The Bentley pressed the dark shadow of the dark clouds, crossed the main road of the long street, and stopped suddenly in front of the police station.

Fu Haitang walked into the conference room late at night, holding a computer.

Director Zhang stood up and rolled his eyes at him. However, due to the presence of his subordinates at the table, he extended his hand and the two of them touched hands perfunctorily, seeming too lazy to say a word to each other.

Fu Haitang threw the computer in front of him and said, "Look for yourself."

Director Zhang opened his computer with ease, entered his account number, and entered an all-English system.

More than a dozen members of the Fu family appeared on a grid map, and each person was marked with a black symbol.

Song Weiyu’s is a little pink heart.

Director Zhang pursed his lips, his serious face full of silence, and secretly cursed at him: "You have a bubble in your brain."

Fu Haitang dragged a chair over and placed it next to him. He sat with his legs crossed and reached into his trouser pocket. "Is it okay for you to have a cigarette?"

"I mind." Director Zhang answered readily.

"If you mind, please leave first." Fu Haitang tilted his head and smiled kindly at the people at the table: "Everyone, would you like to try my cigarette?"

Then he threw the cigarette box on the table.

After a long and stressful meeting, everyone at the table had already started craving for cigarettes.

Especially the aroma of Fu Haitang's high-quality tobacco that slowly drifted over, like a hook, directly hooking everyone and making them inhale.

The second-in-command superintendent seemed to be somewhat proud. Under the expectant eyes of everyone, he took the initiative to stand up, grabbed the box of cigarettes, and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Everyone has been working non-stop these past few days. Come on, come on, relax."

This is then passed down in sequence.

For a moment, the conference room was filled with smoke, and Director Zhang's face became darker and darker.

I hate smokers the most!

"Mr. Fu, is this specially designed pink heart the one for your wife?" His voice became sarcastic due to the second-hand smoke.

Fu Haitang leaned back in his chair and glanced at him, "Nonsense, you can't even tell that? How did you get to be the boss? Did you rely on your father?"

"What's the point of competing with each other? He's in the military and I'm a police officer. We have nothing to do with each other!"

A few days ago, the old leader that Fu Haitang called was Director Zhang’s biological father.

The two men wanted to say a few more words when their subordinates interrupted them.

"Director, this location is very close to tomorrow's press conference. It's just across the street!"