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In the police station's conference room, the projector was displaying content from a USB drive.
"These are the modification records from Yongxing Repair Factory," Officer Xiao Yang explained.
"All the original data for each vehicle is here, including mileage, speed, and fare meters."
"It's not just modification records," I pointed at the screen.
"Look at these license plate numbers; all of them can be found in the Vehicle Management System with corresponding owner information."
"You mean..."
"This is a complete operational process." I opened my notebook and pulled up previously taken photos.
"From purchasing quotas to registration, from modifications to annual inspections, every step involves someone."
At that moment, Lao Zheng was brought in. " master Wei, Ji Dongsheng is finished."
"What do you mean?"
"They're not just modifying vehicles; even the operational data is fake." Lao Zheng pulled out a document.
"This is a screenshot of their company's internal system. All operational vehicles are equipped with GPS trackers that can remotely control driving data."
"Why do that?" Xiao Yang asked.
"Because these vehicles are not meant for passenger transport at all," I scoffed. "They are specifically used for money laundering."
The conference room erupted in chaos.
"You see, these vehicles generate a significant amount of operational revenue every day. Who would bother to investigate the source of that money?" I stood up and walked to the projection screen.
"And the real source of income comes from those luxury cars, which operate under ordinary licenses, specifically catering to high-end clients."
"That's why they dare to brazenly use someone else's registration." Xiao Yang suddenly understood.
"Because the real issue isn't about the license plates at all."
Just then, my phone rang.
It was an unfamiliar number: "Mr. Wei, this is the Disciplinary Inspection Group of the Vehicle Registration Office. We would like your assistance in investigating Ji Dongsheng."
I was about to respond when the office door was suddenly pushed open.
Xiao Lin rushed in, looking flustered. "Lao Wei, it's bad! Ji Dongsheng is trying to escape!"
"When did this happen?" I jumped to my feet.
"Ten minutes ago. His private jet has already applied for takeoff clearance," Xiao Lin said quickly.
"The airport has been notified, but he has connections; he might still manage to leave."
I glanced at my watch; it was eight fifteen in the evening.
"Lao Zheng, how long will it take to get to the airport?"
"At this hour, at least forty minutes," Lao Zheng shook his head.
"We won't make it in time." Xiao Yang frowned. "And he definitely has someone helping him."
I suddenly remembered something and pulled out my phone to find Zhang Ming's number. "Check the recent call records for this number."
Xiao Yang quickly operated the computer. "In the last half hour, there were three calls—one to the airport VIP area, and another to..."
He suddenly paused.
"What is it?"
"The New Yong'an Repair Shop." Xiao Yang looked up. "It's right on the airport expressway."
"Got it!" I slapped the table. "Lao Zheng, do you remember how to get there?"
"Of course." Lao Zheng's eyes lit up.
"That's a sister shop of Yongxing Repair Factory; many cars used to get modified there."
"Xiao Li, help me check the recent weather."
"I'm already on it, Master." Xiao Li replied quickly.
"There will be heavy fog tonight, with visibility under 200 meters."
I smiled. "Notify the traffic police and the airport, and tell them there's a modified car heading onto the expressway tonight. It's very dangerous."
"Lao Wei, are you saying..." Xiao Lin suddenly understood.
"Ji Dongsheng will definitely switch cars; driving his own in this weather would be too conspicuous." I put on my coat.
"Make sure the surveillance at Repair Shop doesn't get turned off. I want to see what car he's preparing."
Twenty minutes later, we arrived outside the New Yong'an Repair Shop.
Sure enough, a black Benz was parked at the entrance, its license plate clearly reading A·7X5D2.
"Isn't this..." Lao Zheng exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, that's the Passat with the stolen registration," I replied with a smile. "But it has undergone a complete transformation now."
Just then, a Land Rover sped towards us.
Before it had even come to a stop, Ji Dongsheng hurriedly got out of the car.
Zhang Ming had been waiting at the door, holding a set of keys in his hand.
" manager Ji, the car is all set and ready to go without a hitch."
"Good," Ji Dongsheng said as he took the keys. "Everything has been cleaned up, right?"
"Don't worry, the server has..." Zhang Ming's words were cut off suddenly by the blaring of police sirens echoing through the night.
"Police! Everyone, don't move!"
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