Four heavy black assault vans sped west along the outer ring expressway toward the suburban industrial zone.
Sirens remained silent to avoid tipping off the guards. In the lead vehicle, Shen Qiaoqiao tapped furiously on a military-grade tablet, tracking the satellite layout of Situ Pharmaceutical Base No. 3.
Beside her sat Lin Mo, Dr. Gu Qinghe, and Chu Lingxiao. Behind them, Tie Niu and twelve armed federal marshals from the National Drug Administration checked their tactical sidearms.
“Situ Pharma’s stock has hit three consecutive limit-down breakers,” Shen Qiaoqiao reported, pushing her horn-rimmed glasses up her nose. “Their market cap has vanished by sixty billion yuan in forty minutes. Situ Hao is desperately dumping company shares through offshore shell companies.”
Dr. Gu clenched his fists against his knees, his eyes bloodshot with ancient grief. “Five years ago, Senior Brother Sun told me he was moving to Yanjing to develop pure herbal tonics. Six months later, Situ Tai sent a formal notice saying he died of sudden heart failure. Situ Tai even mailed me a box of fake ashes and a forged death certificate!”
“Situ Tai lied to hide his crimes,” Lin Mo said calmly. “Your senior brother is thirty meters underground right now, breathing toxic fumes.”
