Title: Reborn Qi Tongwei, who defies fate by half a move and refuses to kneel

Chapter 145 List of Unparalleled Names! Tonight, Handong will be sleepless!

The torrential rain seemed to be washing away a layer of skin from this filthy Handong.

A black bulletproof SUV drove away from Luzhou Port, its tires splashing through the puddles, creating a two-meter-high wall of murky water. The interior was filled with a mixture of gunpowder, blood, and a strange, sweet fragrance.

In the passenger seat, Ye Cunxin tossed the black satellite phone, which was covered in rainwater and mud, onto the dashboard.

"Provincial Party Committee Line 1"

She curled up in the large leather chair, still fiddling with the hot barrel of the Browning gun in her hand. Her expensive black trench coat was soaked through, clinging to her body like a second skin, outlining her exquisitely curvaceous figure.

Because of the fierce fight in the container area and the subsequent frenzied release, her black bodycon dress was already overwhelmed, the neckline was askew, and a large area of ​​her fair and smooth skin was exposed, with a few light red finger marks remaining on it, which were scratches left by Qi Tongwei when he lost control.

"Tongwei, that old fox Zhao Lichun is probably sitting by the phone trembling right now."

Ye Cunxin turned her head, her watery, dreamy peach blossom eyes fixed on the man driving. She didn't bother to cover her lower body; the ripped Balenciaga black stockings hung pathetically at the back of her legs. Her left inner thigh was completely exposed, the creamy white flesh contrasting with the remaining black mesh, creating an extremely decadent visual impact.

She stretched out her bare foot, her toes painted bright red, looking incredibly alluring in the dim light of the dashboard. Her instep arched, sliding up Qi Tongwei's arm as he gripped the gearshift.

It was cool, slippery, and had a kind of fiery heat that seemed to set people ablaze.

"Focus." Qi Tongwei didn't push away the mischievous jade foot. Instead, he grabbed her ankle with his other hand and pressed his fingertips hard on her delicate sole. "The work for tonight isn't finished yet."

"Who else?"

Ye Cunxin felt weak all over from the pressure, letting out a sweet moan, and leaned towards the driver's seat like a boneless, beautiful snake. Her wet, long hair brushed against Qi Tongwei's neck, bringing a tingling sensation.

"Go to the Provincial Poverty Alleviation Office."

Qi Tongwei jerked the steering wheel, and the SUV spun a piercing arc on the highway ramp, heading straight for Jingzhou.

"Just now, Zhao Donglai uncovered a hidden clue about that 'Liu Sheng.' Half of the 12 billion yuan in poverty alleviation funds allocated by Handong Province in recent years flowed out through a fake project by the Provincial Poverty Alleviation Office."

A hint of violence flashed in Qi Tongwei's eyes.

"That project was called 'Golden Mountain Mushrooms.' Ostensibly, it was promoting high-tech mushroom cultivation in three impoverished cities, including Yantai. In reality, those so-called cultivation bases were all overgrown with weeds."

"Fifty million for a greenhouse, and what's grown inside isn't mushrooms, it's air."

"Interesting." Ye Cunxin giggled, her two full breasts trembling violently with her laughter, as if they were about to jump out of her swaying neckline. She simply put one foot on Qi Tongwei's thigh, her toes circling around his abs.

"This kind of trick is just taking advantage of the fact that ordinary people can't see the accounts."

Ye Cunxin stuck out her tongue and licked her slightly chapped red lips, her eyes revealing a bloodthirsty excitement. "Perfect, I haven't killed enough yet."

……

2:00 AM. Poverty Alleviation and Development Office of Handong Province.

This is an old office building located in the center of Jingzhou City. It is usually deserted, but tonight, one of the offices on the fifth floor is brightly lit.

Wang Dehai, the project manager, was squatting on the ground, sweating profusely, frantically stuffing documents into an old-fashioned brazier. The shredder next to him was burnt out and belching black smoke.

The air conditioner was set to 16 degrees Celsius, but his shirt was still soaked with cold sweat.

"Hurry...burn it faster!"

Wang Dehai's hands were shaking. Just half an hour earlier, his brother-in-law at the Provincial Department of Agriculture had sent him a text message with only two words: Run!

Immediately afterwards, that number became invalid.

He knew the sky had fallen. That madman named Qi Tongwei had been like a harvester tonight, stripping the entire Han Dong officialdom bare.

The flames in the brazier consumed documents stamped with red seals: "Approval for Additional Funding for Mushroom Cultivation in Heishi Township, Yantai City," "Report on the Acceptance of the Jinshan Mushroom Project"...

Each of these scraps of paper is worth millions, and each one is stained with the blood of impoverished families.

"Director Wang, you're still working overtime so late for poverty alleviation? You're truly a good public servant."

A chilling voice, as if it had drifted out from hell, suddenly boomed at the doorway without warning.

The lighter in Wang Dehai's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

He turned his head stiffly.

The office door, which had been locked, had been pushed open at some point. The lock cylinder had been forced in by some immense force, hanging precariously from the sawdust.

Qi Tongwei stood at the door, holding the Type 92 rifle that he hadn't yet put away.

His tactical shirt clung to his body, soaking wet, outlining his muscular physique as solid as granite. Rain dripped down his sharply defined jawline, each drop feeling like a blow to Wang Dehai's heart.

But what made Wang Dehai feel even more suffocated was the woman standing behind Qi Tongwei.

Ye Cunxin was barefoot, carrying a pair of high heels with broken heels. Her trench coat was completely open, revealing disheveled clothing underneath, large expanses of her snow-white skin exposed to the air. The black stockings on her legs were tattered into strips, and as she walked, the tattered mesh dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, creating an extremely erotic and decadent sensuality.

She was like a beautiful ghost who had just walked out of a murder scene.

"Director Qi... Director Qi?"

Wang Dehai plopped down on the ground, a wet patch quickly spreading across his crotch. "I'm a provincial-level cadre... I was just following the rules..."

"Following the rules?"

Qi Tongwei strode into the office, his leather boots landing on the documents that hadn't yet been burned. He bent down, picked up a half-burnt piece of paper, and examined it by the dim light of the brazier.

"A greenhouse that has never grown mushrooms before has an annual output value of eight million yuan according to the acceptance report."

"Director Wang, are these mushrooms made of gold?"

Qi Tongwei casually threw the still-burning piece of paper at Wang Dehai's face.

"Ah!" Wang Dehai screamed, frantically swatting the sparks off his face.

Ye Cunxin strolled in slowly, glancing disdainfully at the mess on the floor. She walked straight to the large mahogany desk, lifted her bottom, and sat down.

"Splash—"

With a sweep of her long, beautiful legs, the teacups and pen holders on the table shattered on the ground.

She leaned back, her hands braced on the table, her soaked shirt clinging tightly to her proud breasts, which seemed about to burst forth with each breath.

"Director Wang, stop pretending to be dead."

Ye Cunxin raised her bare right foot, pointed her instep, and stepped directly onto Wang Dehai's greasy shoulder. The friction between the delicate skin of her foot and the rough fabric of his suit carried a sense of condescending humiliation.

"I saw downstairs just now that your company's accounting system has been locked."

Ye Cunxin stomped down, pinning Wang Dehai to the ground, unable to move. Her voice held a playful, cat-and-mouse tone, "But I'm very curious, so I want to see the real thing."

"I heard that you have a 'real account' hidden in your office that only you can understand."

Wang Dehai shook his head frantically, his face pressed against the cold floor, contorted in pain: "No... really no... it's all on the computer..."

"Dishonest."

Ye Cunxin chuckled softly. She suddenly withdrew her foot and then pulled a folding knife from her trench coat pocket.

The blade flashed, its cold light gleaming.

"Tongwei, this fat guy is stubborn." Ye Cunxin used the tip of her knife to pry open Wang Dehai's belt buckle, the blade sliding down his fat belly. "How about I perform a surgical excision? Anyway, this fat was grown by eating the people's hard-earned money, so it's not a pity to cut it off."

The icy touch sent shivers down Wang Dehai's spine. He knew these two men's methods all too well; they were two lunatics!

"In...in that globe!"

Wang Dehai screamed in despair, his finger trembling as he pointed to the huge floor-standing globe next to the bookshelf, "It's empty! There's a hidden compartment inside!"

Qi Tongwei walked over and smashed the globe with the butt of his rifle.

"Splash!"

The plastic casing shattered. A thick stack of kraft paper ledgers, interspersed with a dozen or so Swiss bank drafts that hadn't yet been transferred, scattered like snowflakes.

Qi Tongwei picked up an account book and opened it.

Upon seeing this, even this seasoned policeman, who had lived two lives, couldn't help but have his pupils contract slightly.

The ledger is filled with detailed records of where every single "poverty alleviation fund" went.

"In March 2014, the mushroom cultivation base in Heishi Township, Yantai City, was allocated 8 million yuan, of which 500,000 yuan was actually disbursed, and the remaining 7.5 million yuan was transferred to the art purchase account of the 'Shanshui Group'."

"In June 2015, the photovoltaic power generation poverty alleviation project in Lüzhou City was allocated 120 million yuan, of which 3 million yuan was actually disbursed, and the remaining funds were transferred to Hong Kong's 'Runhua Trading'."

Runhua Trading...

Qi Tongwei sneered and closed the ledger. He knew this company all too well; it was the shell company Zhao Ruilong used to buy property in Hong Kong for Gao Yuliang's mistress, Gao Xiaofeng.

The so-called poverty alleviation was nothing more than transferring money from the national treasury to the Zhao family's pockets. It then became the champagne Zhao Ruilong squandered in Lan Kwai Fong, the Ming Dynasty antiques in Gao Yuliang's study, and the shark fin and bird's nest on the tables of those parasites.

Meanwhile, the people of Heishi Township who were waiting for this money to save their lives could only watch their loved ones die in agony in their drafty mud houses because they couldn't afford medical treatment.

An uncontrollable rage exploded in Qi Tongwei's chest.

He turned around and strode up to Wang Dehai.

"Director Qi...Director Qi, I've confessed everything! I'm a tainted witness! You can't..."

"Bang!"

Qi Tongwei kicked Wang Dehai in the face. The sound of his nose breaking was exceptionally clear in the empty office. Wang Dehai didn't even have time to scream before he slammed into the wall like a broken sack, his face covered in blood, and passed out.

"take away!"

Qi Tongwei roared at Zhao Donglai, who had just arrived at the door.

Looking at the ledgers scattered on the ground and the section chief who had been kicked so badly he could barely breathe, Zhao Donglai swallowed hard and immediately waved for the special police to drag the man away.

The office fell silent again.

Qi Tongwei walked to the window and opened it. The torrential rain was still falling outside, and the wind whipped raindrops against his face, but it couldn't extinguish the fire in his eyes.

"12 billion."

Qi Tongwei lit a cigarette, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. "That old dog Zhao Lichun has a huge appetite."

A pair of soft arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

Ye Cunxin pressed her cheek against his soaked back, her full breasts pressing tightly against his spine, transmitting her burning body heat. She reached out, her fingertips sliding down the lines of his taut abdominal muscles, with obvious teasing and soothing intent.

"Tongwei, are you angry?"

Ye Cunxin turned to face him, looking up at him. Her trench coat had slipped down to her elbows, and the tattered sundress underneath offered little cover. Large expanses of her fair skin gleamed like porcelain in the dim light of the rainy night. Her tattered black stockings dangled from her legs, and with each movement, a mysterious shadow was faintly revealed at the base of her thigh.

She tiptoed, cupped Qi Tongwei's cold face in her hands, parted her red lips slightly, and breathed out like orchids.

"Don't get angry over these beasts, it's not worth it."

"If you want, I can call Grandpa right now." Ye Cunxin's eyes became hazy and fanatical, with a kind of morbid adoration. "Mobilize the special forces of the Beijing Garrison to drag that old bastard Zhao Lichun out of bed."

Qi Tongwei looked at the woman in front of him who would do anything for him.

He reached out and embraced her slender waist, pressing her forcefully against him. Their bodies pressed tightly together against the rain-streaked window, without any gap. Ye Cunxin's soft belly pressed against his hard belt buckle, and a primal restlessness rose between them.

"There's no need for the old man to take action."

Qi Tongwei lowered his head and bit down hard on those alluring red lips, the taste of blood lingering.

"I want to sweep this kind of trash into the garbage dump myself."

"but……"

Qi Tongwei's hand slid down the lines of her back, grabbed her pert buttocks, and kneaded them forcefully through the wet fabric.

"Ah..." Ye Cunxin let out a charming moan, her body instantly going limp, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her whole body hanging on him.

"But what?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes glazed over.

"We arrested 128 people tonight, and I'm really tired."

Qi Tongwei scooped her up in his arms and wrapped her long legs around his waist. Ye Cunxin's tattered black stockings snapped completely under the force of the movement, revealing her smooth, jade-like thighs, which tightly gripped his thick waist.

"Where to?" Ye Cunxin asked seductively in his ear, her tongue gently licking his earlobe.

Qi Tongwei carried her and strode out, completely ignoring the shocked looks from the special police officers in the corridor.

"Provincial Party Committee Guesthouse"

"Secretary Sha Ruijin will definitely not be able to sleep tonight. Let's go to the room next to his."

Qi Tongwei's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Let him hear what a real 'thunderclap' is."

……

Meanwhile, at the No. 1 villa of the Hantong Provincial Party Committee.

Sha Ruijin sat in his study, wearing his pajamas, with the ashtray in front of him overflowing with cigarette butts.

The phone rang abruptly.

Sha Ruijin's hand trembled, and hot cigarette ash fell onto the back of his hand. He took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"Secretary Ruijin, this is Tian Guofu."

On the other end of the phone, the voice of Discipline Inspection Secretary Tian Guofu trembled, "We just received news from the Public Security Bureau... Qi Tongwei... Qi Tongwei has arrested all 128 officials at the division level and above in the province!"

"Also... Liu Sheng, former secretary of Secretary Zhao Lichun, revealed a top-secret account."

"The amount involved is... 12 billion."

The receiver in Sha Ruijin's hand fell to the table with a "thud".

Outside the window, a thunderclap ripped through the night sky, illuminating the entire Handong area in a ghastly white light.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.