Seeing the looks on everyone's faces, Yang Guoming was feeling utterly smug inside.
When was the last time we ever looked this tough in a meeting?
A bunch of precinct chiefs were all present, yet they had been completely silenced.
Well, what could they do? South Precinct had made real contributions lately.
No matter how the resources were distributed, South Precinct was bound to get its fair share.
Yang Guoming was full of confidence, unbothered by the rest.
The others clenched their teeth in frustration, but they couldn't say anything.
Everyone had seen with their own eyes what South Precinct had accomplished.
If Su Mo were part of their precinct, they'd be confident too.
But the reality was—he wasn't.
"All right. Your South Precinct doesn't have many officers to begin with.
Requesting five vehicles is simply a waste," Chen Yumin said with a smile.
"Two cars, three motorcycles. Not one more."
The leader's word was final.
Yang Guoming smiled and nodded in agreement.
This was close to what he'd expected.
After all, South Precinct wasn't large enough to realistically ask for five cars.
Two cars and three motorcycles were more than enough.
The others looked on with envy.
In a city like Yunhai, with over a hundred precincts, getting two cars and three motorcycles was already a lot.
If it weren't for South Precinct's outstanding performance, getting a single motorcycle would've been considered lucky.
As soon as the issue with South Precinct was settled, the rest of the room erupted into a heated debate once again.
In truth, all the precincts had already submitted reports detailing their needs.
Today's meeting was just about final confirmation.
Roughly thirty minutes later, the resource allocation was complete.
"Those who received good resources, keep up the good work.
Those who didn't, reflect on yourselves. Everything is based on merit,"
Chen Yumin concluded briefly, then turned to Liu Yongkang.
Liu Yongkang nodded and continued:
"Now, for the last item on the agenda—and it's a big one."
"During the provincial meeting, a major drug trafficking case was reported, and it involves our city—Yunhai City."
The room, which had just begun to quiet down, instantly grew solemn.
Drug trafficking isn't petty theft.
The L Country holds a zero-tolerance policy on narcotics.
Regardless of the quantity, getting caught means heavy sentencing—often the death penalty.
As a result, drug traffickers are rarely ever captured peacefully.
They always fight back, making these cases extremely dangerous.
And this one?
It had come directly from the provincial leadership—undeniably serious.
Everyone in the room immediately tensed up.
"This drug trafficking case has been under the provincial bureau's surveillance for a while," Liu Yongkang continued.
"They've placed an undercover informant with the goal of dismantling the entire trafficking ring."
"But recently, something unexpected happened."
Liu Yongkang's expression grew grave:
"According to the latest intel from the informant, a large cache of drugs is believed to be hidden right here in Yunhai City."
"And just yesterday, a key suspect involved in the case escaped from the provincial capital."
"There's no concrete evidence, but the higher-ups suspect he's fled to Yunhai."
As soon as those words landed, the room buzzed with whispers.
A large drug stash and an important fugitive, both pointing toward Yunhai City?
This meant that the entire city might soon be under a full-scale manhunt.
If they didn't act quickly, and those drugs hit the streets—it could be disastrous.
At that moment, Su Dahai furrowed his brow deeply.
The Criminal Investigation Division would clearly be leading the charge on this case.
He needed more specific details.
He turned to Liu Yongkang and asked:
"Chief Liu, do we know how the suspect managed to escape from the capital?"
"And can we determine which route he might've used to enter Yunhai City?"
"The road system here is a labyrinth. With no leads, it's like finding a needle in a haystack."
Yunhai City is surrounded by mountains on three sides and bordered by the sea on the west.
If the suspect disappeared into the mountains or fled via sea smuggling routes, tracking him down would be near impossible.
"We don't know the specifics," Liu Yongkang shook his head.
"The provincial investigators were tracking the suspect discreetly when a car suddenly picked him up yesterday."
"They originally planned to tail the vehicle and see where it led.
But they lost him."
"The driver was incredibly skilled. Later analysis suggested he might be a retired professional racecar driver."
"By the time they tried to intercept, the suspect was already long gone."
"It was only through intel from the undercover informant that we deduced the suspect had fled to Yunhai."
Su Dahai's expression darkened.
No clues, no trail—nowhere to start.
And if the driver really was a former racecar driver, even spotting them might not be enough.
By the time law enforcement caught up, they'd already be gone.
Even setting up roadblocks might prove useless.
Yunhai's road network was vast, riddled with mountainous terrain and countless escape routes.
Just thinking about it gave Su Dahai a headache.
It was like a dog trying to bite a porcupine—nowhere to begin.
Everyone present wore similarly grim expressions.
They fully understood the difficulty of the situation:
1.No confirmation on the suspect's whereabouts.
2.A highly skilled getaway driver.
3.The complex terrain and geography of Yunhai.
"These drug traffickers even have a racecar driver on payroll?"
"They must've scouted Yunhai City beforehand and chosen it precisely for its unique terrain!"
The more they analyzed, the more frustrated they became.
In other cities, even a professional driver wouldn't be able to escape so easily.
At most, they'd get intercepted by the next roadblock.
But Yunhai's natural layout made the perfect hideout.
It was no coincidence—these criminals had come prepared.
Just as everyone was deep in thought, Yang Guoming's muted phone suddenly began vibrating.
Su Mo?
He frowned. What could Su Mo want right now?
He chose to hang up.
It was a meeting, after all. Taking calls wasn't appropriate.
But just as he hung up, the phone started vibrating again.
This time, Yang Guoming's face hardened.
Su Mo wouldn't call twice unless it was urgent.
Before he could answer, a message popped up on the screen—
Su Mo must've realized he was in a meeting and chose to send a text instead:
[Suspects Zhang Penghao and Li Linfei located! Currently pursuing! Requesting backup! I repeat—requesting backup!!!]
The moment Yang Guoming saw the message, his expression completely changed—
He shot up from his seat!
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