"Fuck." Cen Yemeng suddenly cursed.
"Too light, we definitely have to eliminate him," Jiang Ye added.
The video ended, followed by various documentary photos and evidence.
The order of the evidence was clearly designed, starting with key evidence from the detailed list of masterminds, followed by supplementary evidence from interrogation processes, and finally a few remark videos.
First were the key figures, the head of Levi Interstellar Resource Development Company, Levi, and his son, Little Levi.
When Levi's son communicated with the Jia Shi organization online, he said, "My old man is about to sign, and once he signs, he'll transfer the funds to you. Don't rush."
Internal network communication logs of the Jia Shi organization also contained similar dialogues:
"Who requested this job?"
"Old Levi's idea. That old man is quite daring."
"Who do we report to directly, the client? Old Levi or Little Levi?"
"Either is fine."
Combined with the killer's confession and Little Levi's video from the beginning, the mastermind was confirmed.
In addition to the father and son, there were also some subordinates in charge, such as the company's financial director, San Zhihaitou, who was responsible for transferring the bounty money to the Jia Shi organization. There were also several shareholders who helped buy intelligence and locate Jiang Senlin's whereabouts; they were all relatives of the Levi family.
Finally, there were even members of the delegation attending the summit.
Levi Company's summit delegation consisted of a total of 23 people. Only two were the leaders who appeared at the conference, Dobbin Rupert and Taut Douglas. These two were also peripheral figures in the kidnapping of Jiang Senlin.
Jiang Ye's forehead veins bulged. These two had also called him earlier, inquiring about summit-related matters. They had also coincidentally greeted him in the summit's restroom. They looked respectable, but they were actually part of the mastermind group. wΑp.kanshu伍.net
The evidence for these two was voice messages and online information from a few days before the summit began.
Dobbin Rupert: "Kidnapping the only son of the planet's leader, isn't that too risky? Can our company confront Jiang Ye? The Jia Shi organization sometimes doesn't do a clean job and might kill people. What if they kill Jiang Senlin?"
Taut Douglas: "If he dies, we don't have to pay. We lose nothing. What does it matter to us if that kid lives or dies? If Jiang Ye doesn't cooperate, the son pays the father's debt, understand?"
Jiang Ye paused the holographic projection, took out his phone, and called Che Zhen.
"Commander," Che Zhen answered immediately.
"The summit delegation of Levi Company, send troops to keep an eye on them and don't let them escape," Jiang Ye said. "The summit will be postponed by half an hour tomorrow morning. Bring your men and come with me to the scene."
"Understood," Che Zhen replied immediately. "If they try to escape by spaceship, give me permission, and I'll have the troops shoot them down."
"Yes, they shouldn't have received any news yet. If they try to run tonight, shoot them down with missiles," Jiang Ye said. "Have the military's information department hack all their phone records, call logs, and network information. Hack as much as you can, print it all out, and hand it over to the police for screening. Screen all related criminal evidence overnight; there should be no omissions."
"Understood, I'll do it immediately," Che Zhen replied crisply.
He hung up the phone.
Jiang Ye patted the holographic projector and continued to review the evidence.
He spent more than an hour reviewing the detailed supplementary evidence.
Finally, it was time for the last few videos.
He clicked on the first video.
A dark space, possibly an underground garage, so dark that only a small area was visible.
Cries of weeping could be heard everywhere. Dozens of men, women, and children knelt on the ground, holding their heads. The beam of a flashlight swept over them, and each person's clothes were spray-painted with a number in red, from 1 to 67.
Mechanical soldiers stood nearby, their bulky metal shells dark, with blood-red eyes. There were also a few human soldiers, their hands on assault rifles, with a faint light at the tip of their mouths flickering with their breaths, likely from burning cigarette butts.
A tall, thin officer walked into the frame, holding a black megaphone, and shouted loudly.
"Listen up! You are all connected to the terrorist organization Jia Shi! Some of you provided intelligence to Jia Shi, some provided weapons, committing major crimes! Committing capital offenses!"
"Now, you need to provide relevant evidence!"
"For example! Where do the killers you served usually go! Did you tell them where to hide anything! Are there any hidden weapons, letters, network accounts! Do you have any suspicious friends! Do you have any electronic or physical evidence of participation in terrorist organization missions!"
"The requirement is concrete evidence, not fabricated!"
"Those who provide evidence will live, those who don't, or fabricate, will die!"
"One minute countdown!"
"59! 58! 57!"
Some people kneeling shouted loudly:
"I am willing to provide evidence! I saw my brother-in-law's murder album! My brother-in-law is Richard Anthony!"
"I have evidence! My brother has an account with me, used to receive money from alien planets. We also have a house in the countryside. Under the house, there is a box of voice recorders. My brother said that if he was ever ambushed or disappeared, those voice recorders would be activated!"
Immediately, many soldiers stepped forward, grabbed many men, women, and children, and pushed them away.
More than thirty people remained kneeling on the spot, breathing heavily, their faces full of terror, crying so hard that their snot trailed for several centimeters, and their saliva and tears sprayed onto the ground.
"30! 29! 28!" The officer raised the megaphone, his voice eight octaves higher.
In the darkness, a series of clacking sounds of bolt actions echoed. The people kneeling on the spot began to wail and argue with each other.
The officer continued to shout the countdown.
Jiang Ye thought there would be one last round of persuasion, but the firing immediately began. The gunshots were deafening, instantly drowning out the cries. Golden tracer rounds flew from all directions, dense like sparks from cutting steel pipes. The dry ground was instantly filled with liquid, gushing like a high-pressure water gun spraying the ground.
Both human soldiers and mechanical soldiers were firing, continuously spraying bullets. In a total of ten seconds, they unleashed at least over two thousand rounds, leaving only debris on the ground.
The dark space fell silent. A few human soldiers, expressionless, spat their cigarette butts onto the ground, rubbed them out with their feet, ejected their empty magazines, pocketed them, and strode away carrying their empty assault rifles.
These human soldiers had a purple skull insignia on their shoulders, belonging to the Cold An Star Counter-Terrorism Rapid Response Force. They were the elite of the elite, the beasts of beasts, fighting terrorists every other day and carrying out various classified missions. Killing a few people was a minor matter to them.
Cen Yemeng was slightly startled, her shoulders trembling.
Jiang Ye quickly turned off the holographic projector.
The investigation process on Cold An Star was too brutal, like interrogating enemy spies during wartime.
Perhaps the planet leader of Cold An Star felt that this was the proper way to handle matters, and a more brutal approach was necessary to show their stance.