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As Han Fei handcuffed the man, the other officers quickly ran over.

"Are you guys okay?" Han Fei instinctively asked the few officers who had nearly been knocked down.

They all shook their heads.

"We're fine, Captain Han. Thanks to your shot, this guy panicked and turned around quickly."

"Yeah, thanks, Captain Han. If it weren't for you, we might have been done for."

"Thanks, Captain Han..."

Seeing that everyone was unharmed, the heavy stone in Han Fei's heart finally lifted.

"As long as you're okay... Take him to the police car, and I'll call the traffic police to come and handle this," Han Fei said, looking at the damaged front of the truck and the guardrail in the middle of the road.

Since a traffic accident had occurred, it was necessary to contact the traffic police.

Besides handling the accident, Han Fei also needed the traffic police to call a tow truck to take the van back to the police station.

Of course, before the tow truck arrived, Han Fei had to confirm whether the van contained the stolen items.

Several officers escorted the man to the police car and moved the police car blocking the road to the side. Now that the suspect had been captured, they no longer needed to block the road. Moving the car was also to avoid disrupting traffic.

After taking out his phone and calling the traffic department to explain the situation, Han Fei went to the back of the truck and opened the cargo compartment.

Inside were one wooden box after another, each containing valuable items. It seemed these were the items stolen from the insurance company.

With the stolen items recovered and the suspect captured, Han Fei could finally breathe a sigh of relief. All that was left was to take the suspect back to the police station for interrogation.

Han Fei also called Xu Mo to inform him that the suspect had been captured.

...

At the police station.

Interrogation room.

"Wang Yufei, thirty-one years old, unmarried, both parents deceased, unemployed, been to jail twice, and a regular at the police station... Your resume is quite impressive," Han Fei said, staring at the man sitting in the interrogation chair.

The man remained silent, not saying a word.

"Do you know why we arrested you?" Han Fei continued.

The man still kept his head down, remaining silent.

Han Fei had seen too many suspects who stayed silent after being caught.

In some cases, silence doesn't help you escape punishment.

"We have both the stolen goods and the culprit. Do you think you can escape by staying silent? The cargo compartment of the truck you drove contained the items stolen from the insurance company."

Seeing that the man still didn't react, Han Fei slammed the table hard: "Speak up!"

The man finally spoke.

He raised his head expressionlessly, looked Han Fei in the eye, and said, "How long do you think I'll be sentenced to... Will I be able to get out in the second half of my life, or will it be a death sentence?"

Before Han Fei could answer, the man let out a bitter laugh, mumbling to himself.

He could probably guess his fate.

Stealing items worth over a billion yuan, kidnapping, murder, robbery, assaulting a police officer... Any one of these charges would be enough to land him in serious trouble, let alone all of them combined.

His life was over.

"Can you give me a cigarette? I'm afraid I won't be able to smoke again in the future," the man said, looking at Han Fei.

After some thought, Han Fei nodded. Based on his experience, the man's request likely meant he was about to confess.

Han Fei took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and handed it to the man, then returned to his chair and waited quietly.

The interrogation room was unusually quiet, so quiet that only the sound of the cigarette burning could be heard.

After a while, the man finished his cigarette. He leaned back in the interrogation chair, looking relaxed, and began to confess.

"About three months ago, I broke into a house to steal and was caught by the homeowner. But instead of calling for help or reporting me to the police, he gave me a large sum of money and a business card, telling me to contact him if I ever needed money again..."

"The money came too easily, so I spent it all in a few days. Later, I remembered that man and his offer to contact him when I needed money. I called him on a whim."

"His name was Zhang Quan. He ran an insurance company. He told me that the vault of his insurance company was full of valuable items. He wanted to steal everything and sell it to flee far away, but he couldn't do it alone. He was just looking for help when he met me, so he wanted me to join him."

At this point, the man held up one finger.

"He told me that after the job was done, he'd give me this much—ten million yuan! I'd never seen that much money in my life... When I was very young, my parents passed away, and no one took care of me. I had to survive by stealing and petty crimes. I've been to juvenile detention, the police station, and even prison. So I thought if I could get ten million yuan, I could finally live a normal life. That's why I agreed to join him."

"But just the two of us couldn't pull this off, so I contacted seven former prison mates to help. We spent months planning, coming up with a foolproof plan, and chose today as the day to act."

"Wait... seven? Where are your accomplices?" Han Fei interrupted the man.

"Dead," the man replied. "I had Lao Er kill them all. Too many people know, and it's easy to leak information. Besides, they wanted to split the ten million yuan with me. If eight people split it, I'd only get a little over a million. I didn't want to share with them."

Xu Mo, who had been silent until now, also joined in.

"You mentioned Lao Er... Is he the dark-skinned man you stabbed to death at the entrance of the abandoned factory?"

"Yes," the man admitted, knowing there was no point in denying it anymore. "I told Lao Er that after the job, we'd kill the other six people, and then the two of us could split the ten million yuan, each getting five million. He happily agreed."

"But you didn't want to share the five million with him, so after he killed the other six, you killed him too?" Xu Mo asked.

The man nodded.

He continued.

"Five million is a lot of money, and I certainly didn't want to share it with him. I only wanted to use him. So I planned to kill him afterward to take all the ten million for myself."

"Originally, I didn't plan to kill Zhang Quan. After all, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have gotten the chance to earn ten million. But before today's operation, he accidentally let it slip that the items in his insurance company were worth close to a billion yuan. A billion yuan! He could make so much money but only wanted to give me ten million... I was so angry that I kidnapped him, forced him to reveal the buyer's contact information, and also got his bank card password. Then I killed him."

"I didn't expect to run into you on my way to meet the buyer."

At this point, the man paused, his face showing confusion.

"I want to know... how did you find me so quickly? I thought I had covered my tracks well. All the people who knew about this operation are dead except for me."

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