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Chapter 956 - 517: Why Bother with This_3

Chapter 956: Chapter 517: Why Bother with This_3

It was only after Lin Baoguo explained that Yan Fei finally understood what had happened.

It turns out that he had sped away on his motorcycle, and the police car had followed suit. Just as they reached the bridge, they encountered Chief Pi, who had just ridden his bicycle onto the main road.

After all, he was the deputy chief, and although he didn’t usually handle things, in this kind of situation, it was necessary to inform him.

When the car stopped, Chief Pi acted quickly, handing his bicycle to a temp worker to return, and then he got into the van.

Once he understood the situation, he said, "Well, Director Lin, I have a suggestion, if you see fit. When we get to the village ahead, give Tanghe County a call and ask them to deploy someone to check the vehicles at the county tollgate. Also, inform the people in Gaotang Township to set up a roadblock. I’ll take a few men and stay at the main road junction up ahead."

Everyone in the car was sharp, except for the deceived victim. The rest, at least, were all veterans of handling cases, and they immediately grasped the subtlety of Chief Pi’s arrangement upon hearing it.

Who would have thought that the normally unassuming Chief Pi had such substance!

Gaotang Town lay on the way to the city, and during market days, every vehicle would have to honk and proceed slowly. Having the local enforcement set up a checkpoint there was the most appropriate.

If we go by the timeline, those two swindlers, even if they got off the motorcycle and immediately caught another ride, couldn’t have reached Gaotang Township by now.

Given that, there would surely be no problem.

Because the front gate of the Gaotang Township police station faced the main road directly, sending a few officers out to stop cars and ask questions would guarantee cooperation from the passing vehicles—everyone driving by knew better than to mess with the police station right next to the main road; no one would dare run. Unless it was an out-of-town vehicle passing through, they’d ensure never to come this way again.

As for setting up roadblocks in the county and at the main road junction, that was to anticipate the swindler’s feint—if they got off at that junction and then took another vehicle to Provincial City, or even to the county.

It was certainly possible. Most people would think that since they had ridden this far, they were probably heading to the city. But these were con artists, who might not think like ordinary people. In case they made a false move and hitched another ride to the county, or even to Provincial City, taking a return shot, what then?

The junction where the swindlers alighted was a three-way intersection. If we rule out the chance of them disembarking mid-journey, then by setting up checkpoints at these three locations, the plan was nearly foolproof.

In fact, this was exactly the case—the two swindlers were caught on a vehicle heading to Provincial City, where they had been dozing off without a care.

The captors, apart from Chief Pi who remained unfazed, all wore expressions of relief—those swindlers had been too cunning.

When they first received the, report they couldn’t help but think how naive the victim looked, robust and strong, to fall for such a simple scam. Yet in less than an hour, the entire staff of the station, including those from the cattle farm, nearly fell for the con artists’ tricks themselves.

Despite arranging their plan according to Chief Pi’s advice, they had subconsciously convinced themselves they had surely headed to the city.

Some even considered the possibility of them going to the county instead. With the constant traffic at the intersection, switching vehicles would not draw much attention, and it would similarly be hard to find them. What’s more, there was a good chance everyone’s focus had been diverted towards the city direction.

Going to Provincial City meant taking a detour and passing through Sancha River Township—everyone deemed this option the least likely. Why would the swindlers go to such lengths to travel an extra stretch of road?

But with hindsight, everyone was overjoyed—putting it elegantly, this was a case of being too clever by half, which cost them their lives.

In plain terms, it was their cunning that led to their downfall.

The group, now fully appreciating Chief Pi, admired him genuinely. Initially, they felt he was thorough but remained somewhat skeptical. They had not expected that the swindlers would actually be captured here.

In those days, it wasn’t an era of ubiquitous surveillance. If the swindlers hadn’t been caught this way, the victim’s money might have been lost forever.

Had the swindlers crossed this junction and gone a little further, they would have left Tanghe County and entered the polluted county with the Paper Factory. No matter where they disembarked thereafter, a change of clothing would make them unrecognizable to anyone but the victim—reality isn’t a TV drama where all villains have moles or birthmarks on their faces for easy identification.

When Yan Fei returned and learned the full details, he too was at a loss for words.

Now that the culprits were in custody, everyone could mock their failed cunning. But as an involved party, he knew just how perilous it had been; they were a hair’s breadth away from getting away with it.

Furthermore, it must be said that the swindlers also had rotten luck to encounter Chief Pi—a man whose past was certainly not ordinary—and thus fall into the trap of the law.

Towards such individuals, no one felt sympathy. Once at the station, they would surely pressure them to confess everything, even insignificant details like how many times they wet the bed as children.

Forget about human rights; had they escaped successfully, who would pity the victim? Legally it was fraud, but whose money was it? Swindling money meant for medical treatment with fake drugs—would it be excessive to accuse them of plotting to commit financial murder?