The underling scratched his head cluelessly, "I don't know, the package does have your name, boss..."

The chubby boss felt something was off, "Ah Bao, open it and take a look! Be careful."

"Yes, boss!"

However, just as Ah Bao was cautiously slicing open the package tape, about to peek inside...

"Click!"

The lights went out, and the room suddenly plunged into darkness.

Since it was a basement with no natural light, the surroundings became pitch black, and the sudden change left everyone bewildered.

"What happened?!"

"Power outage?"

"Go check it out!"

"Could the circuit breaker have tripped? Quickly, turn on the backup diesel generator!"

"..."

The shouting from outside made the chubby boss's heart skip inexplicably.

Though this remote place was known for its unreliable power supply, and power outages were nothing new.

But how could it be such a coincidence that the power went out just after he arrived...

Coupled with that strange package...

Luckily, the commotion didn't last long. About four or five minutes later, the lights came back on with the roar of the diesel generator.

However, before the chubby boss could breathe a sigh of relief, a commotion erupted outside. A moment later, several workers stumbled into the entrance, looking panic-stricken.

"Boss, it's bad, cops... a lot of cops rushed in!"

"What?!"

The chubby boss shuddered, dropping his cigar instantly, and everyone around him was equally petrified.

"Quick... run!"

Nobody knew who took the lead, but the scene plunged into chaos. Tables and chairs were knocked over, and someone in a panic knocked over a plate of ancient coins, scattering them across the floor...

"Don't run! Where could you run to? Quick! Close the doors, they can't get in so easily!" shouted the chubby boss, his voice hoarse with urgency.

The heavy explosion-proof steel door was built to wartime standards, nearly impossible to breach, even with C4, giving them ample time to respond.

However, since everyone was in the middle of unloading goods, several safety entrances to the bunker were left wide open for convenience.

The heavy explosion-proof steel door couldn't possibly be closed in an instant.

Instead, just as the chubby boss finished speaking, about a dozen police officers swarmed in at the doorway...

"Freeze, police!"

In an instant, several people were pinned to the ground by the police and promptly handcuffed.

In the end, they were just smugglers of cultural relics, not drug dealers willing to risk it all.

Under the dark muzzle of the Type 54 pistols, few dared to resist, all raising their hands and squatting down in fear.

Even the seemingly formidable Ah Bao dropped to his knees without a hint of hesitation...

"Stop! Do you know who I am? I'm with XX Zhengxie, you have no right to arrest me! I want to see your leader!"

But it was the chubby boss, handcuffed against the wall with twisted arms, who continued to shout with false bravado.

Wang Zhao Ping happened to walk in, frowning as he heard this.

"No matter who you are, for the things you've done, you'll only have one identity in the future... that of an inmate!"

Unwilling to bother further with him, seeing the involved parties outside all detained one by one, Wang Zhao Ping holstered his gun and walked straight to the desk.

He picked up the ledger on the table, glanced through it, and chuckled.

"Oh, looks like you knew we were coming and helped us organize the crime records?"

The chubby boss's face turned exceptionally grim.

Wang Zhao Ping scanned the room, seeing a half-open package on the table, he casually opened it to find a sandalwood box.

Inside the sandalwood box was an old, yellowed ancient book neatly placed—"Huayan Sutra"!

He smirked, "Ha! Are smugglers so brazen these days? Using deliveries openly to smuggle artifacts?"

But Wang Zhao Ping didn't notice the chubby boss also had a bewildered expression.

Yet no one had time to ponder his thoughts, as they looked at the hundreds of cultural relics in the bunker, everyone was filled with excitement.

With such a scene, it seemed like they had uncovered a large-scale criminal syndicate's hideout...

"Xiao Ru, ask the local police to send more personnel and experts to inventory the contraband here thoroughly!"

"Yes!"

...

The timber factory has been cordoned off since morning until dusk; the officers carrying in and out artifacts never had a moment of rest...

"Captain Wang, according to preliminary statistics, nearly 2,700 valuable artifacts were seized on the scene, and a large amount of cash and valuable items like gold and silver were also found in the safes, with funds involved exceeding 150 million yuan.

Upon appraisal, many of them belong to burial items from the Qin and Han dynasties, and a large number of counterfeiting tools were also found on the scene.

It is very evident that this is a large-scale criminal lair engaged in illegal artifact trafficking, production, and counterfeiting.

A total of 31 suspects were arrested at the scene, and upon investigation, the main suspects, Bao Momo, Liu Momo, and Zhou Momo, had a large amount of chat and transfer records on their phones, and some accomplices have already confessed to the crime without reservation.

According to their confession, this criminal group has been active in the Yangtze River Delta Region's black market for years, with artifact sources spanning across 8 provinces and over 20 areas over thousands of kilometers, including Shan Province, Shaan Province, and Sichuan Province...

While smuggling and selling a large number of precious artifacts, they also used realistic counterfeiting technology, with various counterfeit goods flowing into the market every year valued at tens of millions..."

Even though Wang Zhao Ping was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the scale of this group's operations.

Damn, I knew finding the Buddha head was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But I never thought you'd actually dare to do it like this!

This operation of mine... seems to have uprooted the biggest artifact smuggling gang in the entire Yangtze River Delta region?

I just wanted to find a Buddha head, and you were thinking of wiping out the entire black market!

"Did you find that Buddha head?" Wang Zhao Ping's expression was strange.

"No."

Upon hearing this response, for some reason, Wang Zhao Ping felt not disappointed, but rather somewhat secretly pleased.

Thinking that if I continue not finding it, Brother Meng continues to provide clues...

Then in the southeastern half of the country, the artifact dealers are likely to find no room to survive...

Is it about rather killing a thousand by mistake than letting one go?

Chaoyang People, terrifying indeed!

"By the way, Captain Wang, just now Mr. Qi from the Provincial Public Security Department called to inquire about the situation, seemingly wanting to escalate the handling of this case," said Qin Xiaoru suddenly.

"Hmm?" Wang Zhao Ping, immersed in thought, was startled for a moment, then his brows furrowed slightly.

Connecting it to the shouting of that fat guy just now...

"No need to rush to reply, just say the case is complex, not suitable for transition at this moment, and take the people back to the bureau for proper statements first."

"Captain, do you have concerns?"

"Heh! For such a big criminal gang, not to mention anything else, just the amount of bronze ware in the cars outside raises questions on how it passed through layer upon layer of checks and was transported here.

The other party may have hidden it well, but it can't escape the X-ray scans at security checkpoints..."

"Are you saying..."

"Don't ask too much, just do as I say, if there are any problems, I'll shoulder them!

By the way, what's the background of that fat main criminal from the gang just now?"

Qin Xiaoru immediately pulled out a document.

"Bao Yumin, male, 48 years old, native of Zhaojue County, Da Liang Mountain Area, Sichuan Province, a well-known local rosewood merchant, philanthropist..."

...

"Seems like everything is settled..."

Meng Lang nodded with satisfaction upon receiving the news from Zero.

While achieving his own goal, he could also seamlessly hand over the "Huayan Sutra" inside that Buddha head...

I couldn't manage to find the Buddha head for you, so I can only return the Huaxia treasures inside to their rightful owner.

If someday in the future, an insider sees this piece of "historical text" from a millennium ago in a museum and deciphers it, perhaps it would be an interesting story...

As for the content inside, without being an insider, it can only be studied as profound Buddhism.

But this was just done in passing; the reason he gave Wang Zhao Ping this clue was actually mainly for one person...

After several days, he picked up that document again.

[Han Li: Female, 29 years old, advanced lawyer at Zhongtian Law Firm.

Birthplace: Zhaojue County, Da Liang Mountain Area, Sichuan Province.

Life history:

Born in 1990 in the renowned impoverished village of "Mai Village."

Received sponsorship from local businessman Bao Yumin from 2004 to complete high school and university education.

Twice underwent abortions in 2010, the signatory accompanying both times being Bao Yumin...]

He sighed slightly.

This world, there's no such thing as gifts from fate.

So-called gifts from fate, have long had their prices marked in the dark...

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