Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Tang Zhenyu looked at Li Mo'er's mobile phone but didn't know what it was. The phone was still in beta testing and had not yet been released.

Tang Zhenyu hadn't seen it before, so Li Mo'er asked him, "Tell me the phone number for your municipal bureau, and I'll call it for you."

Tang Zhenyu gave her a phone number, and Li Mo'er dialed it. A woman's voice answered the phone: "Hello, this is the Dongcheng District Public Security Bureau of Suizhou City."

After some negotiation, Tang Zhenyu handed the mobile phone back to Li Mo'er, who said, "Alright, I'm going back now. You can handle the rest!"

More than an hour after Li Mo'er left, four or five police cars arrived in front of the small villa, and the person who got out of the car was the director of the Public Security Bureau.

The car door opened, and more than twenty police officers from the Municipal Public Security Bureau got out. Tang Zhenyu immediately went up to them and told the bureau chief what had happened. The bureau chief was also very shocked and asked, "You mean that woman's work ID said she was the deputy director of the National Security Department?"

Tang Zhenyu nodded with certainty: "That's right, Director, it's Li Mo'er, the deputy director of the National Security Department. I saw her very clearly."

“Moreover, we didn’t get out of the car when we arrived here. She said that there were a lot of good things in this small villa. She also said that there was a basement with a lot of gold, jewelry, antiques and calligraphy and paintings, as if she had seen them with her own eyes. She also said that the name on the property certificate was our director’s name, and that she was the one who asked me to contact the municipal bureau.”

The director nodded and said, "Don't reveal anything about her. The deputy director of the National Security Bureau must have some extraordinary abilities, so it's not surprising that she knows what's going on."

Tang Zhenyu handed over the phone number Li Mo'er had given him, saying, "This is the number of that mobile phone she got. She said to call this number after the verdict is out and tell her the result. If she's not satisfied, she'll come back. She said a heavy sentence is necessary!"

The bureau chief pondered for a moment, nodded to indicate he understood, waved his hand, and walked towards the small villa.

When the door was opened, the beautiful woman inside turned pale with fright upon seeing more than twenty police officers.

A group of police officers entered the small villa and began searching it. Every valuable item they found was recorded. To Tang Zhenyu and the bureau chief's surprise, everything they found was exactly as Li Mo'er had described.

When they found the entrance to the basement and went inside, they were almost blinded by the magnificent gold and silver things inside. Good heavens, how did this director collect so many antiques?

Tang Zhenyu said, "Our director used to be a key member of the Revolutionary Committee, so it's normal that he was able to secretly collect so many good things!"

They counted and recorded, but Li Mo'er didn't care. At this time, she had already returned to Zhangjia Village. As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw a thug-like man sitting at the door, clutching his stomach and crying.

Zhao Yunting walked over and said, "He's Grandpa Zhang's youngest son. He came crying and begging to be recognized as his father, but I beat him up and wouldn't let him in. Grandpa Zhang doesn't want to see him either."

Li Mo'er nodded, glanced at him twice, and went inside.

The youngest son, sitting by the door, was incredibly amazed when he saw Li Mo'er; he never imagined his father knew such a beautiful woman.

If she were his wife, he would be willing to give up all his eating, drinking, gambling and whoring. Just as he stood up to go in, Zhao Yunting kicked him out again.

He used 60-70% of his strength in that kick, and when he saw the way the kid looked at Li Mo'er, he couldn't help but add another 20%.

This kick sent Zhang Xiaomin flying five or six meters away, landing heavily on the ground. He rolled over once before finally coming to a stop.

Now he clutched his stomach, too weak to even cry out.

With things settled here, Li Mo'er and Zhao Yunting discussed it and decided to return to Beijing.

With a thought, Li Mo'er summoned a wheelchair from the helicopter. After informing Zhao Yunting, he ran over and pushed the wheelchair down. At this moment, since Old Zhang's youngest son had arrived, several people were chatting and glancing over from not far from the house.

When the village's "intelligence agents" realized that Li Mo'er and her group seemed to be leaving, they immediately scattered and sent people away.

Before long, a large group of people, led by the village chief, came to see Old Man Zhang off.