sinovels Chapter 6: The Breakout from Prison?
Chapter 6: The Breakout from Prison?
Inside a police car.
Gu Qingzhou felt like she was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, sandwiched between two special police officers, one on each side, completely enclosed.
He thought he was going to be tied up and thrown into the trunk of his car to be taken to the police station.
The treatment was surprisingly good.
The middle-aged policeman sat in the passenger seat.
He turned around and kept looking at the young man with a complicated gaze.
His eyes held doubt, confusion, and, more than anything, an inexplicable sense of absurdity.
A college junior, after only two months abroad, became one of the world's top ten arms dealers?
What a joke!
But the Interpol global arrest warrant is right there.
With black and white ink on paper, red seal and blue stamp, he had no choice but to believe it.
Gu Qingzhou sat there obediently.
With her hands on her knees, she looked even more well-behaved than a primary school student.
He glanced furtively at the two SWAT officers beside him, then at the middle-aged policeman opposite him, and tentatively asked, "Officer, can you tell me what I've done wrong?"
The middle-aged policeman ignored him.
Gu Qingzhou saw this.
We can only remain silent.
He turned his head and glanced out the window; the police car had already driven out of the school gate.
Police tape has been put up at the school gate.
Many students and parents were watching, and some were even taking pictures with their phones.
The middle-aged policeman frowned: "Continue."
"The suspect is accused of selling tens of tons of weapons to multiple armed groups, terrorist organizations, and separatist groups in the Middle East within a very short period of time. The specific items included modified heavy mortars, military-grade gun barrels, and long-range attack drones. The profits are unknown, but are conservatively estimated at over 100 million."
The currency unit for international trade is the US dollar.
"I don't need you to remind me," the middle-aged policeman said angrily.
The person on the other end of the phone continued, "According to information from Interpol, the suspect has been listed as one of the world's top ten private arms dealers, ranking ninth. Interpol's danger level assessment of him is the highest, stating that he is 'extremely dangerous, ruthless, and possesses a private armed force.'"
The middle-aged policeman was silent for three seconds, then couldn't help but swear, "Bullshit."
The person on the other end of the phone was stunned. "Chief?"
"Look at that kid!" the middle-aged policeman roared, his voice barely suppressed. "He's just a schoolboy! Skinny as a chick, and he's clutching his textbooks! Extremely dangerous? A ruthless killer? Have the Interpol agents who wrote that report lost their minds?"
There was a dry cough on the other end of the phone. "Chief, Interpol says the evidence is conclusive. We've also found some evidence on our end, such as his export orders, bank statements, and weapons seized at the Middle East site all bearing his company's machinery factory's logo..."
The middle-aged policeman took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Okay, I understand."
He hung up the phone and turned to look at Gu Qingzhou.
Gu Qingzhou felt uneasy under his gaze and shrank back. "Boss, what's wrong?"
The middle-aged policeman looked him up and down, his eyes filled with absurdity and disbelief.
He opened his mouth, but then hesitated and stopped.
Finally, I couldn't help but ask, "So you really are one of the world's top ten arms dealers?"
Gu Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, then shook his head violently, "I'm innocent, officer! I only sell civilian products. If you don't believe me, go check my export declarations. I only sell water pipes, gas cylinders, motorcycles, and the like, all of which are legal and compliant!"
The middle-aged policeman stared at him for a while, then turned away.
He rubbed his throbbing temples and muttered to himself, "A college junior, and he's one of the world's top ten arms dealers... Has the world gone mad, or have I gone mad?"
The two special police officers in the car exchanged a glance, both seeing the same shock in each other's eyes.
........
In the lecture hall.
The SWAT team has withdrawn, but the chaos in the classroom is far from over.
"What exactly did Gu Qingzhou do wrong to warrant the attention of so many police officers?"
"That kid wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken normally. You really can't judge a book by its cover."
"These are both special police and armed police; it seems Gu Qingzhou has committed a serious offense."
Did he rob a bank or a jewelry store?
"I told you he's always acting strangely and can't come up with anything worthwhile."
The students were chattering away, and the classroom was in an uproar.
Professor Li stood on the podium, the chalk in his hand long gone. He stared blankly at the back of the classroom, his mind a complete blank.
Having taught my whole life, I've seen all kinds of students.
But it alarmed so many special police officers.
There's only one.
Zhang Yuan is also Gu Qingzhou and Shen Zheng's roommate.
I was just sleeping.
He was so scared that his mouth was agape wide enough to fit an egg, and his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.
He mechanically turned his head, looking at Shen Yao and Shen Zheng with a blank expression.
He stammered, "What...what...what the hell is going on? You, you, did you guys go murder or arson during the summer vacation?"
Shen Yao ignored him.
She kept her head down, her thick bangs obscuring her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression.
But her lips were trembling slightly, and her hands were clenched tightly under the table, her knuckles white.
After a while, she slowly raised her head.
She turned her head and looked at her older brother Shen Zheng sitting next to her with a face full of resentment.
"It's all your fault." Her voice was soft, but as cold as ice.
Shen Zheng was stunned: "Is it my fault?"
"If you hadn't let it slip about that paintball game, how would they have suspected Gu Qingzhou?" Shen Yao's eyes welled up with tears, but she stubbornly held them back. "You're just too honest; you blurt everything out!"
Shen Zheng opened his mouth, his face turning bright red: "I... I just said 'live-action CS,' what's wrong with that?"
"Think about it yourself!" Shen Yao gritted her teeth. "That reporter asked us what we did during summer vacation, and you said paintball. Who in their right mind would play paintball every day during summer vacation? Besides, you were a soldier, all muscular. Who would believe you if you said paintball?"
Shen Zheng thought about it and it did seem to make some sense, but he was still unconvinced. "Then why did you say you fly drones every day? Didn't you let that slip too?"
Shen Yao was so angry she wanted to hit someone. "I meant playing video games."
Shen Zheng scratched his head and muttered, "Anyway, you weren't right either..."
Shen Yao took a deep breath, too lazy to argue with him anymore.
She turned her head away, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and said in a muffled voice, "It's no use saying this now, the person has already been taken away."
Shen Zheng also fell silent.
After a while, he scratched his head in distress, carefully observing his sister's expression, and tentatively asked, "So... what should we do now?"
Shen Yao didn't say anything.
Shen Zheng thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had come up with a brilliant idea.
He leaned closer to Shen Yao, lowered his voice, and said seriously, "How about... I call a few people back?"
Shen Yao turned her head, looking at him blankly, "Why did you call someone back?"
Shen Zheng lowered his voice, his expression serious as if he weren't joking, "A prison break."
The air suddenly became quiet.
Shen Yao stared wide-eyed at her brother, her mouth slightly agape. Her expression shifted from bewilderment to disbelief, and then from disbelief to a sense of absurdity, as if asking, "Are you out of your mind?"
It took Shen Yao about ten seconds to react.
"Breakout?" she repeated, emphasizing each word.
"Yes." Shen Zheng nodded, his expression very serious. "The security department is well-equipped and highly capable. Although they're a bit far, it's only a dozen hours by chartered plane. With proper planning, it's entirely possible..."
"Shut up!" Shen Yao slapped Shen Zheng's arm angrily, her voice trembling. "Are you a lawless outlaw? Do you think this country is the Middle East?"
Shen Zheng's shoulder hunched as he was hit, but he was still unwilling to give up. "I was just saying..."
"Breakout from prison? Why don't you break out of the execution ground instead?" Shen Yao was so angry that her face turned red, and tears were almost coming out of her eyes.
"This is Chengdu, in China. Didn't you see how many special police and armed police officers came just now? Helicopters, armored vehicles, fully armed! Even if you called all those hundreds of people from overseas, would they even be enough to fill their teeth?"
Shen Zheng fell silent, but his expression remained stubborn, as if he was seriously considering the question of "why not give it a try?"
Shen Yao found his expression both amusing and exasperating.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
He said, enunciating each word clearly, "Listen to me carefully. From now on, don't think about anything, don't do anything, and absolutely do not contact the overseas security department."
"Did you hear me?"
Shen Zheng nodded somewhat reluctantly.
At this time.
As the school bell rang.
This long and tedious general education class has finally come to an end.
As soon as the professor left the classroom, Shen Yao hurriedly took out a cell phone from her pocket, ready to make a call.
Zhang Yuan, who was sitting next to her, noticed the phone in her hand and was momentarily stunned.
This is a very old-looking phone.
It's a non-smartphone with a small screen, a button-style keyboard, and several scratches on the casing, making it look like it's been used for several years.
Huh?
Although Shen Yao had previously used a phone that cost around 1,000 yuan.
But it's still a smartphone, after all.
When did they switch to this old-fashioned non-smartphone?
The other people in the classroom were also looking at Shen Yao and Shen Zheng with curiosity.
A girl in the front row saw the phone in Shen Yao's hand and immediately laughed in a sarcastic tone.
"Hey, Shen Yao, didn't you go out to work part-time during summer vacation to earn money? How come you're still so poor? You can't even afford a smartphone?"
The girl's name is Zhou Yutong, and she and Shen Yao have never gotten along.
Moreover, he is a snob who loves the rich and dislikes the poor, and he often makes sarcastic remarks.
The girls next to them also started laughing.
Shen Yao ignored her and lowered her head to prepare to dial.
Zhou Yutong added, "Yeah, how much money can you make playing games? It's barely enough to buy an old-fashioned phone. Do you want me to lend you my old phone? It's a two-year-old model, but at least it's a smartphone, much better than your brick."
Shen Yao still ignored her, not even glancing at her.
Zhou Yutong was getting bored and was about to turn around when a boy wearing thick glasses next to her suddenly stared at the phone in Shen Yao's hand for a long time, and his face immediately showed surprise.
"This...this isn't...the BlackBerry series phone with the world's highest security?"
"Still, it's model P9982."
Zhou Yutong was stunned for a moment, "What P9982?"
The boy's eyes widened as he stared intently at the old cell phone in Shen Yao's hand.
The P9982 is the world's most secure mobile phone, bar none. It's said even the CIA can't crack it! This phone isn't sold to the general market; it's only available to the world's top billionaires and heads of state!
"What...what are you talking about?" Zhou Yutong's smile froze.
The boy swallowed hard. "This phone... starts at least at $100,000, which is over 700,000 RMB! And even with money, you can't buy it; you have to pass a rigorous background check!"
The entire classroom fell silent instantly.
Everyone turned their heads and stared wide-eyed at the tattered-looking "old-fashioned mobile phone" in Shen Yao's hand.
More than 700,000?
A mobile phone costs over 700,000?
More expensive than a luxury car?
Zhou Yutong was initially shocked.
Upon hearing the price, their expression turned mocking.
"Heh, Chen Bin, keep bragging. Why don't you just make this crappy phone sound like some kind of alien high-tech marvel? It's supposed to cost hundreds of thousands! Look at her shabby appearance, does she even know who can afford a phone worth hundreds of thousands?"
"Let alone hundreds of thousands, she can't even afford a phone that costs a few thousand."
The boy was choked up.
He immediately started arguing with Zhou Yutong.
But Shen Yao acted as if she hadn't heard him.
Holding this "senior citizen's phone" worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, he hurriedly left the classroom.
They had just left the classroom.
She quickly dialed a number.