After determining the follow-up plan, Chen Shen also put aside these "operational" problems for the time being, and began to pay attention to the relatively more urgent "small crisis" in front of him.

The first thing he had to do was to find a way to make sure the park was safe and that there were any more undetected explosives in the park.

At this time, Nezha, who had undergone training in explosive searching, played a huge role, and it took two hours for Nezha to basically patrol the park and indeed find new explosives.

However, this time it was only a semi-finished product, the black powder was scattered, and the remote control detonation device had not been fully installed.

At about 12 o'clock in the evening, all the evidence was placed on Chen Shen's desk-—— of course not including the gunpowder itself, otherwise, several kilograms of black gunpowder were placed on the desk, which was really a bit infiltrating.

Chen Shen wore gloves and looked at the iron cans used to hold explosives, the light was not good outdoors before, and the information he could see was limited, but when he arrived in the office, he found some unusual details.

The tin cans are very ordinary subway leather rolls, but they have hand-carved -—— or polished grooves, apparently to produce as many fragments as possible from the explosion to achieve the effect of killing people.

From this point of view alone, the bomber was definitely not a whim, on the contrary, the work of carving the grooves was very tedious and difficult, even more difficult than the manufacture of black powder itself, which shows that he was determined to succeed in this explosion.

In addition, there are very obvious welding marks at the tank seal, although it has been polished, but due to the lack of welding level of this bomber, the phenomenon of slag inclusion is more obvious, and there are still quite a lot of defects.

Coupled with the fact that the threads on the tin can were obviously cut out by hand, Chen Shen could basically complete a profile for this bomber.

A man who works in machining-related industries may be in charge of grinding and turning.

Out of nowhere, he saw the propaganda about JDISM and quickly fell into it.

But for some reason-—— perhaps because of his background or his relatively cowardly character, he did not succeed in joining the core of the organization.

To this end, he intends to do something big to prove his loyalty and prove his ability.

As it happens, he heard the news that the organization was preparing to launch an attack on the Qingshan Park, so he made explosives without the assistance of the organization, and prepared to launch an attack in response to the outside world.

But when it came to the end, he finally gave up on his plan.

Maybe it's because there's no chance, maybe it's a conscience discovery.

But it didn't matter, because the moment the bomb was dropped, his life was already ruined by his own hands.

Chen Shen dropped the iron can in his hand and said to Shi Dakai and Bao Qi, who were sitting opposite:

"The characteristics of processing are more obvious, and I am more proficient in grinding and turning, but I am very garbage in welding."

"But if he can find the equipment, he has already helped us limit the scope of the investigation."

"The other party must be able to enter and exit a well-equipped machine shop freely, which further excludes internal suspicions."

"There is a machining plant with similar conditions near the Castle Peak Park. How many are there? ”

Hearing Chen Shen's words, Bao Qi replied after a little thought:

"I don't know the specifics, but there should be a lot."

"I remember when I drove by, I saw that there were still a lot of repair shops and processing factories around."

"Including the docks, it seems that there are also small-scale shipyards that should have the same equipment in them."

"It's very difficult to investigate-—— why don't you hand it over to the police directly?"

"We must give it to them, but we also have to know it."

Chen Shen nodded in reply, and then looked in the direction of Shi Dakai.

The latter remained silent all the time, as if he was thinking about something, Chen Shen did not disturb him, and at this moment, Shi Dakai suddenly spoke:

"It's unlikely to be a machine shop, let alone a shipyard."

"Most likely, it's still a garage."

"Why?"

Bao Qi asked suspiciously.

"Quite simply, the turning equipment here is precious, and it's basically impossible to allow them to use it without in-house employees."

"At the same time, machine shops and shipyards are high-intensity jobs, and no one can handle them."

"When I used to be in Lao Cai, I mined during the day and stood guard at the Allied military camp at night, and my energy was barely balanced."

"If you think about it, I definitely wouldn't choose two jobs at the same time that would drain me."

"The job of the car repair shop is relatively easy. It's a good choice. ”

"Of course, this is just a speculation."

"Check, you still have to check them all."

"But in terms of priorities, we can start with the repair shop."

"Makes sense."

Chen Shen nodded and continued to ask:

"How many repair shops are there near La Bota?"

"Just one, I asked Zhang Yang before - our car was broken and we need sheet metal."

"Then go check it out!"

Chen Shen said decisively:

"It's time to fix the car, so we have a reasonable reason."

"The only problem is that we don't know if the other party has any extra explosives in their hands, and if we blindly go over to investigate, it will be troublesome if he waits there."

"It's better to find someone who isn't their first target – it has to be a fresh face and a certain level of professionalism. Lin Chenming? ”

Speaking of this, Chen Shen raised his head and met Shi Dakai's gaze.

The latter lowered his voice and said:

He is the most suitable person, this bomber must be a member of the local staff, and he is familiar with the old employees of Castle Peak Park."

"And if you let the police go, it will really be a surprise."

"Only Lin Chenming, he came after emptying the park, no one has seen him, and those JD elements will not rashly attack him until he is uncertain."

"In this way, the security is definitely guaranteed."

"As for the reconnaissance. Can he? ”

"You can try it, let him bring Nezha over!"

Chen Shen made the final decision, and soon, Bao Qi went out to find Lin Chenming and brought him from his residence.

The three of them explained their judgment and also explained the risk of action, Lin Chenming hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"The stakes are too high, and this level of reconnaissance is equivalent to hand-to-hand combat, and if there is a problem, there is no time to evacuate."

"Also, the actions of the JD molecules are basically unpredictable, I feel."

He didn't finish his words, but Chen Shen already understood what he meant.

Although he was a little disappointed, Chen Shen did not force it.

So he replied:

"It's okay, safety comes first."

"If you don't want to, forget it, let's think of a way."

"It's not that I don't want to."

Lin Chenming smiled a little embarrassedly and continued:

"I mean, this is a high-risk and difficult thing, can you give some subsidies?"

"Boss, you know, I also want to make some money when I come out, and the housing prices in China are getting higher and higher."

Lin Chenming's appeal was beyond Chen Shen's expectations, but if you think about it carefully, it is also reasonable.

When I was just demobilized, I was thinking about how to make money all day long, after all, it was not as expensive as in the army to eat, drink and Lazar, and I had the problem of starting a family and buying a house, so the pressure was not ordinary.

And Lin Chenming's thoughts are actually normal human feelings.

What are you kidding, where is there anyone who doesn't charge money for their work?

Do you really think that people will bow their heads when they give an order?

Chen Shen is not afraid that others will ask him for money, what he is afraid of is that someone is hiding it, and his demands are not clear, and in the end, everyone will break up unhappily.

Therefore, Lin Chenming's honesty made Chen Shen appreciate it even more, and he generously offered a price that was sky-high for Lin Chenming, but not even a dime a dozen for the Dongfeng Corps.

——

$20,000.

Lin Chenming didn't hesitate for a second, and agreed on the spot.

So, the three of them introduced the mission plan to him in detail and began to discuss the details of the follow-up implementation.

According to their plan, the next evening, Lin Chenming will go to the garage to investigate, he will take Nezha with him, as long as there are traces of explosives, the Dongfeng Corps will lead people to rush up and directly hold the suspect down.

The plan is simple, but it's not rudimentary.

After confirming the details, Chen Shen immediately set about arranging a support team, and Lin Chenming also returned to his residence, planning to seize the time to learn a few words of Indonesian for simple communication.

And just as they were about to rely on this clue for further investigation, in the only car repair shop in the city of La Bota, a man was skillfully operating a lathe under the lights, cutting a broken axle.

His face was full of tiredness, but he did not dare to relax the movements of his hands, because for him, the meaning of this axle was not just a "repair piece", but the breakfast of his family of three the day after tomorrow.

That's right, not tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow.

Because tomorrow's breakfast, he has already earned it yesterday.

If you look at it purely from this logic, it seems that his life is not too bad, at least he can maintain a basic livelihood, which is enough to envy the poor people in Sulawesi who cannot eat many meals.

However, from another point of view, the time left for him to make mistakes is only one day.

What is this concept?

If one day he takes a leave of absence due to illness, or simply because his subordinates are a little slow and can't finish repairing parts in the evening after work, it means that his family will not be able to eat at least one meal.

Of course, it's not very cruel, it's just unusually depressing.

He didn't understand why his life was the way it was, and he even felt that he had never done anything wrong.

Before the age of 20, I went to school, graduated, learned a trade, and worked diligently.

There weren't too many waves, but it was also very smooth.

At that time, he was indeed relaxed, his parents did not need to support, he fed the whole family without hunger, and he could even save some money to buy himself some cigarettes and alcohol as a comfort after hard work.

——

However, this life soon came to an end.

What broke the peace was marriage, childbirth, and his two children who were waiting to be fed.

It never occurred to him what it meant to him to have three more mouths to eat; I never thought that one day I would have the idea of going to the crater to mine sulfur.

He was truly aware of his poverty, and of the heavy mountain and the thick ceiling that weighed on him.

It shouldn't be like this. I just got married according to the same path as everyone else in this world, according to my reproductive instinct as a human being, but why, such an ordinary thing, would push me into the abyss?

Something is wrong with this world.

Thinking of this, the man let out a long sigh.

He steadied his hand, which was trembling slightly from low blood sugar from not eating dinner, and completed the final cutting step with precision.

The axle was finished, but instead of turning it off, he put a forged can on the machine and quickly cut the threads on it.

His movements were quick, and when he was done, he immediately removed the tin can from the machine and hid it in his backpack.

He then turned off the machine and walked to the lobby of the repair shop.

A man with his hair had fallen out sat behind the counter, and the man stepped forward with a cowering expression, and said:

"Boss, it's done."

"Today a total of 4 pieces, salary"

The boss didn't raise his head, he took out a few bills from the drawer on the side, and the man took the bills and looked at them, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he swallowed the words.

"Can I come during the day tomorrow?"

He continued.

"No, I don't have that much work for you to do."

The boss was still addicted to the game of minesweeper on his phone, and the man was disappointed and wanted to leave, but at this moment, the boss suddenly put down the phone and looked at the man, and said seriously:

"Rufti, you should stay away from those imams."

The man named Rufti was stunned for a moment, and then replied:

"I just need some teaching."

"You need good teachings, not teachings like that."

There was a deep meaning in the boss's words, and Rufti realized that he might know something, but he couldn't figure out the boss's attitude.

He looked at his boss suspiciously, wanting to ask something, but he didn't know how to speak.

The boss sighed softly and continued:

"Don't think that no one knows what you're doing."

"Listen to the advice from people who have come from there – that's not what you should do."

"You are just a tool, and the real benefit will never come to you."

"Do you know why I'm saying this to you? Because what you're going to do is good for me. ”

"I can make more money by getting rid of those East Asians, but what about you?"

"This is my conscience for you, Rufti, take it."

"Do you think you can really go to heaven? That's just a lie. ”

"If anyone can go to heaven. It won't be a poor person like you. ”

Hearing the boss's words, Rufti fell into a long silence.

He was silent, turned and walked to the door.

But as soon as he stepped out of the door, he suddenly turned back and said:

"I don't want to go to heaven."

"But maybe someone should get a feel for what hell is like."

(End of chapter)