Official Career Storm
Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Chapter 463

At 1:08 in the morning, two vehicles arrived at a high-end residential area in Dujiang City.

Song Guanchao and his team had just ascended the stairs when Lu Feng had already led his men to climb up the corridor.

They emerged from the corridor and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by Wang Meihua.

Without waiting for her to speak, Song Guanchao waved his hand grandly, "Cuff her."

Wang Meihua was a bit confused but didn’t ask anything more.

In the next twenty minutes, they also captured the other two individuals one after the other.

The arrest went so smoothly that it left Liang Jiajia and her two companions quite perplexed.

The three suspects were taken in two vehicles.

They arrived at the Dujiang City Public Security Bureau, where Zhang Meilin, who had been informed in advance, was personally waiting in the yard.

"Secretary Song."

Zhang Meilin stepped forward and asked, "How did it go?"

Song Guanchao lifted his chin slightly, "Caught them, they’re in the cars."

Zhang Meilin breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately inquired, "I heard the money has already been transferred out of the country?"

"Yes."

"This..."

"Don’t worry, the money will be returned the same way today."

"Today?" Zhang Meilin thought he had heard wrong.

"Yes, today. Just wait for the good news, Brother Zhang."

Zhang Meilin’s spirits instantly lifted, "Drive carefully on the way!"

At the Dujiang side, more than a dozen police officers were arranged to transfer Wang Meihua and the other two into a prison van.

Just as Song Guanchao was about to board the vehicle, Liang Jiajia suddenly walked over, "Secretary Song, you sit in the back and rest for a while, I’ll drive for you."

She said this and immediately got into the car.

"Thank you for your hard work, Officer Liang," Song Guanchao replied in gratitude as he got into the back.

Both of them appeared normal, and no one noticed anything unusual.

A few hundred meters after the car set off, Song Guanchao climbed into the front passenger seat.

While Liang Jiajia gripped the steering wheel with no apparent change in her expression, Song Guanchao saw that her hand holding the wheel was gripping it very tightly.

"Officer Liang, you must have sore legs after driving for so long. Let me massage them for you."

"Don’t... Ah, I’m driving, stop it."

Through the fabric of her trousers, Song Guanchao firmly grasped the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh.

The field work pants were too thick and coarse, lacking any feel.

Even so, Liang Jiajia’s breathing became uneven from the touch.

Seeing her blushing and heartbeat quickening, Song Guanchao said, "Officer Liang, your breathing seems a bit strained, maybe the buttons are too tight, pressing against your chest, let me undo it for you."

"Don’t!" Liang Jiajia quickly covered her chest, fearing he would unbutton it.

But Song Guanchao could not care less about that, pulled her shirt out of the pants seam, and his hand trailed up along her abdomen, contorting the shirt out of shape.

After finding the softness of her breast, he squeezed hard.

The soft sensation comforted and relaxed his weary spirit after a day’s bustle.

"That’s enough," Liang Jiajia gently tapped him.

His touch was making her uncomfortably ticklish.

Song Guanchao glanced at the prison van in front and then looked around, suggesting, "Let’s go over there."

Ahead was a crossroad; they were supposed to go straight onto the highway, but Song Guanchao was pointing to a dark road to the right, its destination unknown.

Liang Jiajia hesitated, "We need to go back for the interrogation soon, and if we disappear for too long, they’ll get suspicious."

"It’s fine, we’ll just drive fast and catch up later."

"But..." Liang Jiajia bit her lip, saying, "Then make it quick."

Having said that, she turned the steering wheel, heading towards the dark night road on the right.

Minutes later, the car stopped in an underground parking lot of a residential complex.

This complex was old and dilapidated, with broken, extinguished lights everywhere, shrouding most places in darkness.

After parking the car, the two of them moved to the back seat.

Song Guanchao was just about to reach out when Liang Jiajia was already in his arms, kissing him more proactively than he had planned.

Her slender hands undid his fly and tugged down. Before his pants could come off, she had already grabbed the astonishingly ready Xiao Song.

Her initiative was like a spark igniting Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao’s movements were slightly rough as he stripped off the black trousers from one leg, leaving them hanging on the other.

The last button undone, Song Guanchao fiercely grasped her fullness, burying his head in her cleavage.

Time was tight, and Song Guanchao couldn’t afford to waste it, biting the soft fullness twice before lifting her up to sit on his thigh.

After a slight adjustment, he began to relish Liang Jiajia’s vigorous and explosive body.

"Oof," Jiajia bit down on his shoulder, muffling her voice.

Song Guanchao supported her ample buttocks, lifting and dropping her, each thrust reaching deep into her core.

Perhaps it was the novelty of being in a car, or the days without intimacy, but after about ten minutes, Song Guanchao surrendered his arms and capitulated.

"Get up quickly."

Jiajia didn’t luxuriate in the afterglow of their intense encounter; instead, she got up, put on her pants, fastened the buttons, and crawled forward.

Song Guanchao pulled her back: "You drive too slow, I’ll take over."

Twenty minutes later, Song Guanchao caught up with the car ahead.

At 4:17 a.m., the party returned to the guesthouse.

When they got out of the car, the police couldn’t tell there had been anything unusual between the two.

At Song Guanchao’s request, the three of them were taken to a room, and this time Song Guanchao personally conducted the interrogation.

During Song Guanchao’s interrogation, the three confessed to their crimes without reservation, willing to cooperate with the police in returning the money.

Coming out of the room, Liang Jiajia immediately approached: "How did it go?"

"Done," Song Guanchao said with a slight smile, "The money can be transferred back today."

"Really?"

Hearing this news, Liang Jiajia felt a sudden lightness all over.

It was incredible!

The money that had been transferred overseas was actually coming back!

That was 7 billion!

"Really," Song Guanchao replied. "Arrange another room for the other two, have someone watch them, and go to sleep."

"Mm!"

Song Guanchao returned to his room and glanced at the time; it was already 5:40 a.m.

Outside the window, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Song Guanchao opened his contacts, found Cai Zixiang’s number, and sent a message: "Brother Xiang, the transfer can proceed."

He tossed his phone aside and prepared to sleep.

Just as he lay down, his phone rang.

Seeing the call from Cai Zixiang, Song Guanchao was extremely surprised.

He was up at this hour?

"Brother Xiang."

"Did you send the text?"

"Yes."

"I called to confirm. Is the money to be transferred now?"

"Now... wait a bit," Song Guanchao suddenly changed his mind, "I want to sleep first; I’ll contact you when I wake up."

"Okay."

Cai Zixiang didn’t ask why he changed his mind, probably figuring the kid had something tricky in mind.

...

In Shilong Town, Sweet Water Village.

Several sedans parked at the head of the village, and more than a dozen criminal police officers got out of the cars, drew their pistols, and moved towards the village.

They found the house with a red tile roof, circled it, and peered through the windows to see the situation inside.

In one bedroom, a man lay bound hand and foot on the bed—it was Yao Jinsheng.

In another room, a man was fast asleep; he appeared to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven, quite young.

The criminal police carefully examined the situation inside the house when suddenly one’s pupils dilated, and he quickly made a retreat gesture.

Retreating a hundred meters, one officer whispered, "Mr. Liang, that man has a gun!"

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