The robber captured in the Baojin Bank heist revealed the gang’s hideout and two submachine guns were found, one of which was the “Chicago typewriter.”
There was also a map on the living room table with several circles drawn on it, marking not only Baojin Bank but also three jewelry stores. Clearly, if Ye Yongqian was not caught this time, he would continue his crime spree.
The captured robber mentioned that Ye Yongqian was nearly forty and wanted to retire. This heist was meant to be his last big score before fleeing to Taiwan, to secure funds for his retirement.
The O Team, tasked with investigating the case, fell silent during their review. If Ye Yongqian escaped this time, not only would the other jewelry stores suffer, but he might never be caught.
“Previously, following the leads took us to Yuen Long, but now it seems that Ye Yongqian intentionally diverted our attention to the mainland, making us believe he had fled to Guangdong. As we followed the trail he left, he was planning more major heists.” The O Team inspector tapped forcefully on the map, indicating that their special task force had been investigating this group for four years.
After that major heist, the O Team’s special unit had captured three robbers from that incident but had yet to find Ye Yongqian.
All the captured robbers claimed that ‘Brother Gan’ had taken the money and fled to the mainland, never contacting them again after that incident.
It now appears that Ye Yongqian had anticipated the police would catch those men, choosing to cut off contact after pulling off the job.
Over these four years, he quietly formed a new, smaller team and planned even more meticulous robberies.
He was extremely cautious and audacious.
“It really is fate playing tricks on us.” Even the always determined and stubborn senior inspector couldn’t help but utter an uncharacteristic sigh.
Everyone in the meeting room understood what he meant as they looked at the three photos pinned to the whiteboard:
One was a photo of Fang Zhenyue at his police academy graduation, where he won the Xue Fu Cup and the Silver Whistle Award, truly a glory of the police academy.
Another was a photo of Sanfu returning to the police force.
The last photo was of Jiayi, taken during her last collaboration with the Public Relations Department.
“Yes, the captured robber confessed their plans… Four uneducated robbers concocting such a scheme, I can’t even call them a rabble anymore.”
“Ye Yongqian meticulously scoped out the area, calculating the intervals of mixed police patrols and how often they passed Baojin Bank. He calculated the distance from the police station to Baojin Bank and how quickly the police would arrive after an alarm was raised. He had all these timings down to a science. The three robbers who entered Baojin Bank had their exit within minutes timed precisely. Even before setting out, they repeatedly synchronized their watches.”
“The escape route was also rehearsed several times in the days before the robbery, checking which times traffic was heavy or light. They knew every shop on that stretch of road, potential unexpected circumstances, and had alternative routes clearly planned.”
“Ye Yongqian even knew which shops on Shanghai Street were good or bad. With such audacity, what can’t he accomplish, yet he fell into the hands of such young lads.”
“Especially dying at the hands of a rookie female officer who just joined the police force, haha. A cunning and sly bandit, a fearless young female cop, haha, I really wish Ye Yongqian were still alive to see if he’d die from the irony of fate, haha.”
“It’s not fate, it’s inevitability,” the White-browed Eagle King timely tapped on the office desk to remind everyone not to be so superstitious.
Believing in fate is too defeatist. What’s deemed as fate is merely the outcome of various objective behaviors.
The White-browed Eagle King, sitting at the head of the long table, glanced at all his subordinates and declared loudly:
“Ye Yongqian miscalculated two things: the first was that Fang Zhenyue and his group were eating nearby, very close; the second was Yi Jiayi.
“What era are we in now? Ye Yongqian actually underestimated a young woman’s strength. From the moment he passed by Yi Jiayi without drawing his gun, his fate was sealed.”
“Outdated, he deserved to be eliminated.”
The White-browed Eagle King snorted coldly, harshly mocking his old adversary who once escaped under the gunfire of the police:
“With his high-risk profession, facing two major unexpected events and dying on the spot is not surprising at all.”
“Yes, our police detectives, regardless of gender or age, are not cowards,” said a rugged-looking officer as he clapped his hands passionately.
Everyone laughed in support and then returned to the case, continuing to analyze all the details and coordinate all the follow-up work.
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On the way to the Forensic Department, Fang Zhenyue and his companions were first stopped by the Forensic Science Department, spending a long time identifying evidence.
They also collaborated with the Firearms Forensic Department to confirm every major and minor injury they inflicted on the robber, including identifying shell casings found at the scene, photographing the bullet marks—determining which were theirs and which were the robber’s—and repeatedly confirming their answers before signing off.
The three also experienced the ordeal of being interrogated, repeatedly answering the same questions, judged by their expressions, wording, and the consistency of their answers to ensure they were not lying.
After signing and stamping, they also thanked their colleagues from the Firearms and Forensic Science Departments, expressing their gratitude.
Truly patient and polite heroes.
After assisting the Forensic Science Department with their work and saying goodbye to Brother Daming, they finally headed to the Forensic Department.
Pressed in a chair, Sir Xu examined their wounds through observation, smelling, asking, and palpating, and finally took photographs of their injuries.
“I feel like I’m practically a corpse,” Sanfu couldn’t help but joke.
“Trust my professionalism, I treat you guys like corpses too,” Sir Xu joked for once, but no one could laugh.
After the injury assessment, only Fang Zhenyue could receive significant financial compensation. The injuries sustained by Sanfu and Jiayi were minor, with Jiayi’s being just some scratches—barely more than what she got from accidentally cutting her finger while chopping onions for her boss the previous night, hardly enough to cover a month’s subsidy.
While Jiayi sighed about not having much cash, she was also relieved that she, who dreaded pain, was unharmed. It was then that Sir Xu shared some good news with her:
“Tomorrow, when you meet with the psychologist, if they can diagnose you with psychological damage, you might be able to receive a substantial grant.”
“Thank you, Sir Xu,” Jiayi immediately expressed her gratitude. Matters related to money were never trivial!
After assessing the injuries and signing the documents, their work at the forensic department was still not done.
Sir Xu also had documents that needed confirmation from the three individuals involved:
They needed to confirm the body, the fatal injuries, and other assessed injuries on the body, then sign.
Fang Zhenyue was the first to go in, confirming the fatal injuries on the robber killed in the gunfight, as well as the thigh wound on the submachine gun robber killed by Sanfu, which he acknowledged shooting, among other minor injuries.
After Fang Zhenyue finished confirming the bodies and took the report handed over by Sir Xu, he checked each detail, which was indeed consistent with the facts, and flamboyantly signed his name, which contained many strokes and appeared especially unfriendly when signing.
Next was Sanfu, and finally, it was Jiayi’s turn.
When Jiayi faced the submachine gun robber’s corpse, she saw him pull off his black hood just before dying, revealing a face covered in sweat and a panicked expression.
Sanfu’s bullet was precise, ending the man’s life as he held the submachine gun, trying to fight to the death.
This robber’s death had nothing to do with her; there were no injuries caused by her on his body, just a mere formality. She then moved on to examine the second robber’s body.
That was the robber who had been instantly killed by Sir Fang upon their arrival.
In the flow of thoughts triggered by this robber’s corpse, Jiayi saw eyes under a black hood filled only with cunning and sinister intent, shot before he could even panic.
As he fell, his eyes expressed more confusion than pain and fear.
This body also had nothing to do with her. Nodding to the young forensic doctor nearby, she moved to the last body.
It was the gang leader, Ye Yongqian, whose once stern, fierce eyes were now closed in death, his menacing face left only with the pallor of death.
As usual, drawn into the flow of thoughts, she saw from Ye Yongqian’s perspective herself firing the gun.
The sunlight shone on her, in stark contrast to Ye Yongqian in the shadow of the bank: they were light and dark, yin and yang.
Jiayi saw herself holding the gun with both hands, clenching her teeth firmly, her eyes ablaze with a resolve to succeed, not fail.
Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, her chest slightly heaved.
At that moment, ‘the murderer’ was Jiayi.
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