98: Chapter 98 Justice Descends from Heaven! This is the only chance!

After hanging up the phone, the man opened the door and walked out.

However, the fawning expression on his face had not yet completely faded, and the phone had just been put into his pocket when a sound like a sudden clap of thunder exploded, instantly startling him so much that his whole body trembled, his legs went weak, and his mind went blank.

"Bang!"

"Everyone get down! Don't move!"

How could they have found this place so quickly?

This thought flashed through his blank mind. Watching the uniformed officials leap into the room, the man squatted on the ground, trembling all over, as if only one thought remained in his mind: It's over!

...

When Qin Gong followed the group of Shanghai officials into the room.

The thick smell of instant noodles, foot odor, and sweat mixed together like a jar of century-old cellar wine that had just been opened, which nearly made him turn around and walk out from the stench.

Holding his breath, he surveyed his surroundings.

This was a not-so-large two-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom apartment, roughly seventy square meters. The overall decor seemed to have a style from the last century—chaotic and disorganized, with a foul smell, and everywhere were computers and dense tangles of network cables and power cords that made it difficult to find a place to step.

In the corner by the window, many boxes of Red Bull and bucket instant noodles were stacked up, along with various drinks and snacks; the supplies were quite abundant.

All the computer screens were still lit, and the dense posts on the forum pages were automatically refreshing.

A total of six young people were sitting at the tables with their hands on their heads, badly frightened by the swarming officials, their bodies even trembling.

Outside the bedroom door not far away, there was another person who looked older, squatting on the ground with both hands raised. His face, excessively pale from years of not seeing the sun, was now filled with despair.

"Everyone stay still and be obedient."

The team leader was named Zhou Ze, in his early thirties, robust and agile. Standing there like a small mountain, coupled with his uniform, he was enough to bring immense pressure to those around him.

At this moment, just a few simple, angry shouts were enough to easily intimidate everyone present.

Qin Gong followed behind him, looking at everything before his eyes with a complex gaze. The emotions in his heart right now were truly a mix of awe and sorrow.

The awe was for his admiration of Jiang Yuan's miraculous technique of locking onto all the trolls in an instant! As for the sorrow, it was sorrow that such low-level trolls were even used to smear their Spark, and he didn't know just how desperate the person behind this had become this time.

Zhou Ze scanned the room, quickly locking onto the pale-faced man. He walked up to him, showed his credentials, and asked in a deep voice: "You're the leader, right? What's your name?"

The man looked up at Zhou Ze with an ugly expression, his lips moving, but he couldn't manage to speak.

Seeing this, the young inspector beside him raised his voice and scolded: "We're asking you a question! Can't you hear us?"

After a brief silence, the man finally spoke with difficulty, his voice dry: "Sun... Sun Hao."

Zhou Ze took the evidence materials from Qin Gong's hand, flipped through them carefully, and then read in a deep voice: "Sun Hao, thirty-two years old, previously had two administrative penalty records for online defamation. This is the third time. Do you know what this means?"

?

A question mark flashed in Sun Hao's mind, and he couldn't help but start sweating.

Not knowing and not bothering to know the rich inner thoughts of the person opposite him, Zhou Ze continued to flip through the materials in his hand and said coldly: "We have all your identity information here—which IP the posts were sent from, what equipment was used, what the bound mobile numbers are, and we even know the addresses you filled in when registering your accounts. Is there anything else you want to say now?"

No one made a sound. Everyone looked terrified, as if their lives were already flashing before their eyes.

After a brief and heart-palpitating silence.

The boy wearing black-rimmed glasses couldn't stop trembling all over. He stammered with quivering lips: "Inspector, I'm just a worker. I post whatever the boss tells me to post. I don't know anything. I only know..."

But before he could finish, Sun Hao, who didn't know what nerve had been struck, suddenly turned his head, glared at him, and scolded angrily: "Shut up!"

Seeing this scene, Zhou Ze didn't get angry but instead laughed, saying: "Oh my, you're quite tough!"

"Don't be in such a rush to make him shut up. All your actions, specific identities, and various pieces of information are clearly written on this document. It's not something you can just get through by closing your mouths and saying nothing!"

"Forget it. Looking at you, you're the type who won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Take them away directly; no need to ask anything else for now."

Having said this, he waved his hand, letting the others take all seven people captured in the room away.

Handcuffed with cold shackles and stumbling as he was led out, Sun Hao stared blankly, thinking that it shouldn't be like this! Only then did he suddenly regret it, opening his mouth and shouting: "I'll talk! I'll talk!"

But it was too late to talk now. Moreover, with his status, he couldn't actually provide any useful information. As for the financial backer, he only knew a title.

Zhou Ze glanced at him, then looked at Qin Gong, who had been following along, and said seriously: "Mr. Qin, we need to take these computers for further evidence collection. According to the procedure, your company needs to cooperate by providing..."

Hearing this, Qin Gong immediately took out a pre-prepared document from his briefcase and said: "No problem! This is our company's authorization letter and statement of facts. The official seal has already been stamped."

Zhou Ze took the document, looked at it, nodded, and said: "Mm, this is exactly what is needed."

While they were talking, the officials had already begun to seal the computers. Taking photos, applying seals, boxing them up—their movements were efficient and extremely fast.

Qin Gong first stood at the door and watched the room that had been cleared out, then walked downstairs and looked at those seven disheveled and despairing guys. The long-suppressed, pent-up frustration in his heart finally felt much more relieved and pleasant.

Although he also knew that, in a sense, these people could at best be called "scapegoats" who had ended up in this situation today because they took a job they shouldn't have.

But being able to vent half of his anger was still a good thing; otherwise, if he kept holding it in, he would sooner or later end up with depression.

Moreover, he firmly believed that with the powerful ability Jiang Yuan had demonstrated, she would sooner or later be able to deliver an even heavier blow to the real mastermind!

Come to think of it, at this time, other places should also be simultaneously starting the operation codenamed "Justice from the Sky," right? He wondered if it was going smoothly.

Thinking of this, he quickly took out his phone and reported everything that had just happened to Jiang Yuan over the phone, and emphatically affirmed the cooperative attitude of the Shanghai authorities.

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Yuan, who was sitting at the computer desk, curled her lips slightly, smiled, shook her head, and muttered to herself: "How could they not cooperate? The authorities have high hopes for us now."

It could only be said that the financial backer behind the scenes obviously knew certain things, which was why they were so anxious this time.

Because they understood very well that this kind of grand spectacle of using professional trolls to smear them across the entire internet on such a large scale could only be done once during this time period. If they wanted to do it again later, it would be no different from actively asking for trouble!