blogombal Chapter 242 There Isn't a Single Good Piece of Glass
Chapter 242 There Isn't a Single Good Piece of Glass
On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Beijing
The sound of firecrackers began to ring out from early morning, more frequently than the previous two days. Even more eye-catching was the appearance of many spontaneously organized groups on the streets, beating cheerful drums and gongs and dancing with simple yet enthusiastic dragon and lion dances, attracting passersby to stop and cheer. The air was filled with an unusual, cathartic jubilation.
"Huh? It's already the third day of the Lunar New Year, why is it even more lively than the first and second days? The temple fair wasn't this bustling on the first day!" Lin Gang looked at the scene on the street, somewhat puzzled. He casually grabbed an older woman who was beaming from ear to ear, "Auntie, could you tell me what's going on? Why is it so lively?"
The middle-aged woman slapped her thigh, her voice booming with barely suppressed excitement: "Young man, didn't you see this morning's newspaper? It said the Japanese have suffered a terrible disaster! Their bank's vault was raided, and I heard the gold was lost at sea! And their mountain... it exploded! It spewed fire! And the earth shook! Oh dear, I heard quite a few people died! Serves them right! Good riddance! It's clean! It's truly divine retribution! Those damned Japanese devils!" There was no pity in her voice, only the simmering satisfaction of finally venting her long-suppressed hatred for her country.
Lin Gang suddenly realized what was happening and quickly returned to the small courtyard on Dongxinglong Street to report to Lin Yan.
"Young Master, it seems that what happened in Japan has been reported back by the country's intelligence agents and has even made the newspapers! Right now, the streets are filled with the sounds of gongs and drums, and firecrackers are going off—it's more festive than the New Year! The people are all clapping and cheering!"
Lin Yan stood in the courtyard, listening to the faint sounds of celebration coming from afar, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips. He had originally only intended to set off some "fireworks" and make a little extra money, but unexpectedly, he had given the Chinese people such a special "New Year's gift" by chance, igniting such a surge of national sentiment.
"Oh?" he said softly. "I didn't expect that I'd be giving us Chinese people such a big 'New Year's gift' ahead of time." He paused, a cold glint in his eyes. "Since the atmosphere has been built up to this point, the New Year's gift can't just be half-given. Let's add fuel to the fire and give this festive day a thorough 'spring cleaning'!"
He turned to Lin Gang and instructed, "Send Lin San to see me."
"Yes, young master!"
A moment later, Lin San strode over.
"Lin San," Lin Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly piercing through the courtyard wall, seeing the filth hidden beneath the celebratory atmosphere, "Issue an order to all our brothers back home. Tell them to start moving around the streets and alleys of the local area more often from today onwards."
His tone was calm but carried an undeniable determination: "Use your divine sense to thoroughly 'screen' out those rats hiding in the gutter—mainly the spies sent by Japan and Taiwan! Locate their hideouts, their usual activity routes, and their contacts."
"After the information is collected, the local officials will organize it. Remember," Lin Yan emphasized, "have them create a priority table based on the local police force's manpower and operational capabilities. Prioritize anonymous reports that pose a greater threat and are easier to apprehend, and put those that are deeply hidden and require long-term surveillance down the list. Take it slow and steady, so that we don't overwhelm our police officers with too much information at once, or cause them to make mistakes in the rush."
"Yes, young master! I understand, I'll arrange it right away!" Lin San understood immediately. This was to use the official channels to systematically eliminate the lurking enemies and allow the public security organs to repeatedly achieve "miraculous feats".
"As for you guys," Lin Yan glanced at Lin Yi, Lin Er, and Lin Gang beside him, "don't just sit around. The weather's nice today, let's go out and 'share in the good fortune.' Everyone split up and find some lively places, and use your skills to 'see' if you stumble upon any 'surprises.'"
"Understood!" they all replied in unison.
Soon, an invisible command was quietly issued. Thousands of Foundation Establishment cultivators, scattered across major cities nationwide, under the cover of the festive festivities, began to scan the shadows of the cities like precise scanners. Their divine senses silently swept through the streets and alleys, and those hostile elements attempting to hide in the crowds, their concealed weapons and secret communications, were almost impossible to conceal under the perception of the cultivators.
The information began to gather, and after being sorted and evaluated, it was precisely delivered to public security organs in various regions through various anonymous methods.
What began as a nationwide celebration sparked by the eruption of Mount Fuji and the theft of a bank vault, under Lin Yan's influence, quietly transformed into a silent storm sweeping across the country, cleansing away the filth. This Spring Festival was destined to be one where Chinese police officers were exhausted beyond measure.
Under Lin Yan's instruction to "add fuel to the fire," Lin Yi, Lin Er, Lin Gang, and numerous Foundation Establishment cultivators, like salt dissolving in water, silently spread throughout the streets and alleys of Beijing. Their divine senses transformed into the most sophisticated radar, penetrating walls and scanning crowds; those enemy agents who thought they were well hidden were almost nowhere to hide under their perception.
Lin Gang strolled over to a long-established teahouse near Qianmen. In a private booth on the second floor, a well-dressed man in a Zhongshan suit, wearing glasses and appearing intellectual, was leisurely sipping tea, listening to the commotion outside. However, in Lin Gang's perception, this man's hand, hidden under the table, was rhythmically tapping the buttons of a miniature transmitter. A tiny antenna was cleverly concealed beneath the teapot, transmitting radio waves of the "chaotic scene" of the street celebrations and Lin Gang's malicious speculation about "public unrest."
"Heh, quite the picky eater." A cold smile crept across Lin Gang's honest face. He walked nonchalantly to the back alley of the teahouse, picked up a half-brick, wrapped a note in oil paper that read "Second floor VIP seat 'Glasses' at Tianfu Teahouse on Qianmen Street, radio station under the table, teapot is the antenna," and tied it to the brick. After weighing it in his hand, he spotted the window of the nearby district police station's duty room and flicked his wrist.
"Clang—!" The crisp sound of shattering glass was barely noticeable amidst the noisy firecrackers.
The young police officer on duty was startled. Peeking over the edge, he saw not only broken glass but also a brick wrapped in oil paper. Upon opening it, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately reported to his superiors.
Lin Yi slowly strolled to a complex alleyway area in the southern part of the city. His divine sense locked onto a sentry squatting at the alley entrance, seemingly sunbathing, but actually constantly scanning passersby. Following this line, his divine sense extended into a large courtyard deep within the alley, where a small armory and codebook were hidden, and several people were organizing intelligence.
Lin Yi remained expressionless, walked to a distance, and found a suitable pebble. He carefully wrapped the note containing the detailed address, personal characteristics, and information about the hidden items, and attached it to the stone. His eyes precisely measured the distance and angle, and he flicked his finger.
"Crack!" The stone, carrying intelligence, seemed to have eyes, accurately shattering the window of the conference room on the second floor of the local police station. It landed on the conference table, startling the several station chiefs who were discussing the security situation.
Lin Er arrived at Beihai Park. The ice surface was still bustling, but his attention was drawn to a "scholar" sitting alone on a bench, seemingly reading a book. This man's spiritual fluctuations were different from those of ordinary tourists, carrying a hint of wariness and sinister intent. Lin Er "saw" that there were microfilm rolls tucked inside his book and secret writing liquid hidden in his shoe heel.
Lin Er pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, walked to a secluded spot, and repeated the same action. A tile wrapped with intelligence sliced through the air and crashed into the window of the logistics department of the public security bureau near the park, almost falling into the large pot of porridge that was being cooked.
Similar scenes played out repeatedly in every corner of Beijing on this day.
The windows of the Dongcheng Branch, Xicheng Branch, Chongwen Branch, Xuanwu Branch... and even the headquarters of the Municipal Public Security Bureau were not spared.
Some stones smashed through the windows of the household registration office, some landed in the criminal investigation team's office, and some even flew directly into the offices of the bureau chiefs.
The details were shockingly detailed: names or code names, addresses, hidden identities, activity patterns, and even the locations of hidden weapons, radios, and codebooks were all clearly recorded.
At first, the police officers were shocked and furious—who would dare smash the police station window? But when they saw the contents of the note, they immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. Initially, they thought it was a prank, but following the clues, they made their arrests one by one! Caught red-handed!
Surprises followed one after another. Police stations and public security bureaus across the city were inundated with calls reporting similar "intelligence from the sky" and the results achieved based on it. There wasn't even time to clean up the broken glass in the office before another "stone-wrapped letter" might fly in from some unexpected angle.
An exhausted, dark-rimmed policeman, staring at his window that had just been smashed open by a flying tile, finally couldn't help but wail at the empty street: "Who the hell is this?! Delivering intelligence, can't they at least use the front door?! What did our windows ever do to deserve this?! Not a single one is intact today! Are we even allowed to celebrate the New Year?!"
Although much glass was shattered, a large chunk of the malignant tumor hidden in the corners of Beijing was precisely removed. This Spring Festival, Beijing's public security organs spent their time busy with work, filled with surprise and heartache over the broken glass, and the city's sky seemed to become a little clearer as a result. Lin Yan, meanwhile, kept his achievements hidden, leisurely sipping tea while listening to the crunching sound of Xiao Qi munching on spirit fruits.