Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 302 Human Traffickers Deserve to Die 47

Director Chen responded to Qin Haoming's words silently, and his pace also quickened a lot. Everyone knew that this place was not to be seen in public, so it would be best to leave here first.

As for what exactly happened here, that is the Qin brothers' business, what does it have to do with them.

The others also lowered their heads and walked quickly in tacit understanding. No one asked a question, and no one looked back, as if the thing behind them was not the secret door of the club, but a deep well that could swallow them at any time.

Qin Haoming stood at the end of the corridor, a smile still on his face, but his eyes had turned cold. He watched the group of people hurried away, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly - these people were usually brothers, toasting each other with wine, but at the slightest sign of trouble, they ran away faster than anyone else.

The lights in the corridor flickered, as if the voltage was unstable, or perhaps it was some kind of warning.

Seeing the crowd gradually walking away, Qin Haoming called his eldest brother to ask why someone came to conduct a surprise inspection but he didn't receive any news.

A monotonous "beep" sound came from the receiver, each one like a needle piercing his eardrum. The pale light in the corridor made his face look pale, and a thin layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Damn it..." He gritted his teeth, his knuckles clenched until they turned white, and dialed again.

Still on the call.

Big Brother would never ignore his calls, let alone lose contact at such a critical moment. Unless...

Qin Haoming had never been so panicked. He felt that something big was about to happen, the kind of thing that even his brother could not prevent.

Qin Haoming's intuition about the coming of danger has always been very accurate. He did not choose to go forward to deal with the people who came, but instead slipped into the utility room beside the corridor.

He locked the door behind him, his movements so fast that they almost made a gust of wind. He lifted the dirty mop bucket from the corner and opened the wooden panel of the secret compartment, revealing the electronic lock hidden underneath.

Only Qin Haoming knew about this place, and he left it for himself to use when escaping.

There were several passports neatly stacked in the secret compartment - one from the United States, one from Taiwan, one from Snow City, and even one from a small country famous for eating earth cakes. The photos were all of him, but the names were different.

He quickly unbuckled the Hermès belt from around his waist, the metal buckle clanging against the ground. He grabbed the dusty spare belt and felt the subtle indentations of the lining with his fingertips—thin gold flakes pressed thinner than paper, yet enough to exchange for cash in any country.

There are five two-carat loose diamonds hidden inside the metal buckle.

Qin Haoming quickly took off his expensive custom-made suit and tossed it in the corner. He put on a short-sleeved shirt worn by an auxiliary police officer, a windbreaker on top, and tucked his auxiliary police officer's hat into his arms as he hurried along the wall.

The waterproof fabric of the jacket barely reflects light in the dark, and the soles of the sneakers make no sound as they step on the carpet.

At the end of the corridor, he found himself in much the same situation he'd imagined. Director Chen, who had left before him, and several of his closest associates were handcuffed to the car door, their faces livid. Two black-clad special agents held guns to the back of their necks, the barrels gleaming with a faint blue metallic sheen in the moonlight.

Qin Haoming hid in the dark and observed carefully. There were no auxiliary police around. It was unlikely that he could get away with this disguise.

Fortunately, he was very familiar with the structure of this underground palace. He returned to the corridor and turned left and right until he came to a dead end where there was a rusty ventilation manhole cover.

He squatted down and ran his fingertips along the edge of the manhole cover, soon touching a tiny indentation - this was the mark he had carved with his own hands.

“Click.”

The manhole cover popped open, and a damp, musty smell filled the air. The ventilation duct was so narrow that only one person could crawl through it. Condensation dripped onto the back of his neck, chilling him to the bone.

After crawling for about ten minutes, the pipe suddenly tilted downward. Qin Haoming couldn't brake in time and slid into darkness.

The casino was originally built underground, so in addition to a good ventilation system, a drainage system was of course also necessary. At that time, Qin Haoming really put in a lot of effort to prevent dirty water from flowing back.

The pipes of the drainage system are directly connected to the main pipes of the city sewage, so anything can be discharged.

Covered in sewage, Qin Haoming walked through the underground pipes for thirty minutes. The foul, foul water dripped down the corners of his clothes, making a "pattering" sound in the silent pipes.

According to the map in his mind, another fifty meters ahead would be a remote alley in the old east district of the city.

But when he pushed open the rusty manhole cover, the cold barrel of a gun pressed against his temple. Qin Haoming paused and slowly looked up. In the moonlight, there was Sirong and Yu Zhuangzhuang, wearing a raincoat, looking down at him.

Just now, when Sirong followed the SWAT team to successfully rescue those college students, 571 told her that someone had escaped from the sewer.

Without bothering to explain in detail, he pulled Yu Zhuangzhuang out of the tunnel.

At the same time, Qin Haoran, who rarely went home, did not have the chance to enjoy his family time and was invited back to the municipal building by another special police team.

On the top floor of the municipal building, Qin Haoran slammed the teacup in front of the special police: "My son is still at home waiting to play Lego, you'd better have solid evidence." At this time, Qin Haoran was still trying to remain calm and put pressure on the staff.

Qin Haoran, who was still reviewing the situation in his mind, was waiting for Mayor Lin's secretary to push the door open.

The secretary stood at the door, followed by two cadres from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection and two uniformed police officers. Their eyes were cold, as if they were looking at a dead person.

The secretary expressionlessly stepped aside and let the disciplinary committee personnel step forward. "Qin Haoran, after investigation by the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection, you are suspected of serious violations of discipline and law. We are now taking detention measures against you in accordance with the law. Please cooperate with the investigation."

Detention measures. These three words were like a knife, stabbing Qin Haoran's heart. His face turned pale instantly, and his lips trembled: "You... what evidence do you have? I'm the deputy mayor! How dare you..."

"Evidence?" The Discipline Inspection Commission official sneered and pulled a stack of documents from his briefcase. "This is the confession of Liu Qiang, CEO of your Dingsheng Group. He admitted to bribery and violent demolitions resulting in death. He also confessed to six reports you suppressed for him over the years, three illegal land approvals, and the 233 million in stolen money you accepted."

Qin Haoran stood up suddenly, and the chair fell to the ground with a clang: "He's talking nonsense! I'm innocent!"

"Innocent?" The people from the Discipline Inspection Commission looked at him sarcastically. "Mayor Lin has already obtained your overseas account transactions, as well as your mistress's testimony. She is not as tough as Liu Qiang. She confessed everything as soon as she went in.

There is also news that your younger brother, Qin Haoming, has also been arrested. I believe his confession will be delivered soon.

Qin Haoran's legs went weak, and he nearly fell to his knees. His head was buzzing, his vision was black, and the only sound in his ears was his own pounding heartbeat.

It's over, it's over.

"Your brother is already at the provincial government office," the secretary said coldly. "Now, please come with us."