Rebirth: Peak of Power

Remember correctly?

What does it mean?

Yang Lin smiled and said: "Didn't Vice Governor Wang tell us in private that the so-called secret reports are all false... Han Baoshan may have escaped somewhere."

Fake?

Han Baoshan was one of the top ten tough bandits since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

When he was arrested, newspapers, magazines, television and other news media all reported it. Li Xiangdong remembered it very clearly.

It was March of 93!

Han Baoshan fled from the provincial capital and hid in the home of his mistress Xie Lin, thinking about going south from Qingshankou Town Railway Station.

At that time, you didn't need an ID card to buy train tickets. This was a small station, so I believe the police wouldn't pursue it so strictly.

Who would have thought that the Provincial Public Security Department had just issued a simulated portrait of Han Baoshan to the municipal public security bureaus and police stations in various places. Two policemen were holding the portraits in the waiting room and comparing them one by one. I don't know whether it was lucky or unfortunate that they discovered Han Baoshan.

Han Baoshan immediately showed his fierce look and pointed his gun at the two policemen and the passengers waiting for the bus.

Da da da!

The bullets were fired one by one, and the two policemen immediately fell into a pool of blood. The passengers also suffered more than a dozen casualties.

Han Baoshan didn't care about taking the train anymore, escaped from the train station and robbed a taxi.

However, the police arrived, and a fierce gun battle broke out between the two sides on the street. In the end... the police finally arrested Han Baoshan. Unfortunately, this time both the police and innocent people suffered heavy casualties, which had an extremely negative impact on social stability and unity.

All officials involved in this incident were punished or dismissed from their posts, even Wang Weiping was implicated.

After all, Wang Weiping can be considered one of his own.

Li Xiangdong frowned and asked, "What's the date today?"

"March 3, what happened?"

"Let's set off to Qingshankou Town immediately. I don't care what methods you use, you must help me find someone named Xie Lin."

"Shailene?"

Where and where is this all!

Song Na, Yang Lin, Wang Sen, Xiao Ai and others were all a little confused. Didn't they say they were going to drink from the Ma River?

Song Na asked: "Li Xiangdong, who is Xie Lin?"

"Don't worry about it, just do as I say."

"But……"

"No buts! Let's go!"

Li Xiangdong's attitude was very determined, because... he couldn't remember exactly which day Han Baoshan went to the train station. He had to catch Han Baoshan before this time.

And the only place is Xie Lin's home.

These people said nothing and immediately drove their cars to Qingshankou Town.

Qingshankou Town is located on the lower reaches of the Yinma River. There are rolling green mountains on both sides, and the town is located at the foot of the mountains. The Yinma River passes through the town. There are two bridges on the river, the first horse bridge and the second horse bridge, connecting the people on the north and south sides of the town. It can be regarded as a land of plenty.

Along the way, I saw that most of the surrounding fields were destroyed, and deep pits were dug out.

What green hills?

What green water?

There is desolation everywhere, and when the wind blows, the sky is filled with dust, making it almost impossible to keep your eyes open.

When they arrived at Qingshan Town, they were even more frightened by the sight in front of them. The Yinma River was already turbid and emitted a stench that was even more disgusting than a garbage dump. Most of the people on both sides of the river were sitting there lazily, playing cards, mahjong, billiards, watching videos... all of them seemed to have nothing to do.

What's going on here?

Senseless!

Everyone was stunned.

Yang Lin was even more stunned: "I came to Qingshankou Town two years ago. It is surrounded by green mountains and green waters. The people work at sunrise and rest at sunset. There is a prosperous scene everywhere, almost like a paradise."

Song Na walked over and asked: "Hello everyone, we are here for a trip. Now...how did Qingshankou Town become like this?"

"Forget it, isn't it because of the sand quarry?"

"Sand quarry?"

"Yes!"

It's okay if you don't say it, but when you say this, these people all complained.

In the past, sand quarries mined sand from rivers and almost monopolized all the sand and gravel business around Binjiang City, but soon the sand and gravel were not enough. The surrounding land was originally an old river course. It was converted into farmland decades ago when the river course was changed. It has been cultivated since then, and there is a lot of sand underneath.

The owner of the sand quarry bought land at high prices, buying it out for ten or twenty years at a time.

How much money can you make from farming?

These common people were also red-eyed and signed land sales contracts one after another.

The result... within two years!

All the fields have been destroyed, and the Yinma River has also been severely polluted. Let alone drinking, even washing clothes is not a problem.

Now there is no use regretting it. The young people have all gone out to make a living, while the remaining old people and children are here, hanging out every day.

Song Na asked: "Couldn't you have sold it at the beginning?"

The man said: "You have to sell it even if you want to sell it, or you have to sell it if you don't want to sell it. If it really doesn't work out, I'll dig it out. If it doesn't work, I'll find someone to beat you."

"Then you didn't go to the town leaders?"

"It's useless to look for them. Wu Chengyuan, the mayor of Qingshankou Town, and Jin Ye, the owner of the sand quarry, both wear the same pair of pants."

"Woooo..."

Suddenly, bursts of crying came from not far away.

This is a funeral procession.

Some people were carrying spiritual flags, some were carrying coffins, some were wearing sackcloth and mourning... scattering paper money as they walked.

These common people stopped playing cards and stood up one after another, looking there with expressions of indescribable grief and anger, but also helplessness.

Ugh!

One person sighed heavily.

The man who died was called Zhao Laosan. He just didn't want to sell the land, so he went to the boss Jin Ye and asked him to return the land to him.

As a result... people walked in and came back lying down.

Strangely enough, there were no wounds at all on his body. He was just lying on the bed coughing up blood, and even sending him to the hospital was of no use.

One day and one night, he finally died.

Tell me, who else dares to make trouble or go to Mr. Jin?

There is definitely something fishy about this matter.

Li Xiangdong winked at Song Na.

Song Na walked over, stopped the funeral procession, showed her ID, and said in a deep voice: "I am Song Na, deputy director of the Provincial Public Security Department. Please hand over the body to us. We will send it to Binjiang City immediately for the forensic doctor to conduct an autopsy. .”

"Public Security Department?"

"Get out of my way. The third child in our family has passed away. What else do you want?"

"roll!"

All the mourners were angry.

Song Na frowned and said, "Don't you want to give one to the deceased?"

A middle-aged man said angrily: "If you don't want to, get out of here!"

"you……"

"I am Li Xiangdong, director of the Binjiang City Public Security Bureau."

Li Xiangdong blocked Song Na, showed his ID as well, and persuaded: "We..."

Li Xiangdong?

Are you Li Xiangdong?

Are you Li Xiangdong, a police model who is upright, selfless, eight feet tall and ten inches wide?

The middle-aged man stared at the certificate, then knelt down on the ground, and said angrily: "Master Qingtian, please make the decision for us! The death of our third son was unjust. He let the people in the sand quarry hurt him. dead."

thump!

thump!

The funeral procession all knelt on the ground.