The entire ocean is my fishing ground.

Chapter 22 Caught red-handed, time to go to jail!

The operator on the other end of the phone immediately became serious.

"Give us your exact location, ensure your safety, and don't engage in combat. We're dispatching officers immediately!"

"I'm on the second floor of an old warehouse across from the dock, I'm safe, they're still smashing things."

Lin Chen hung up the phone but didn't rush out immediately.

It's not the right time yet.

On the screen, the infrared night vision image clearly recorded everything.

"Bang!"

A thug swung a sledgehammer and smashed it hard against the side window of the cockpit.

Another thug, wielding a utility knife, frantically slashed at the old fishing net on the deck.

Zhang Meng stood in the middle with his hands on his hips, looking at his "masterpiece," his fierce expression undisguised.

"Smash it! The bridge, the instrument panel—leave nothing! Make sure he can't set sail tomorrow!"

He wasn't idle either; he kicked the toolbox on the side of the ship, and the tin box was immediately dented.

The pinhole camera hidden in the knot of the cable captured the entire process of Zhang Meng kicking the toolbox, even showing the mud splattered on his trouser leg.

Row.

With the main culprit personally involved, the evidence is complete.

Lin Chen made a phone call to Zhou Dazhuang.

"Big Zhuang, you can come over now. While you're at it, go call my dad at my door."

"Okay!"

After finishing everything, Lin Chen slowly walked downstairs.

To deal with this kind of person, you can't just fight him, and you can't go far with just your brains. You need to have all the witnesses and physical evidence to nail him down with one blow.

Zhou Dazhuang is a veteran, knowledgeable in law, and an expert in machinery. He is the perfect person to witness the scene and assess the damage to the ship.

A few minutes later, a beat-up motorcycle came to a stop at the warehouse entrance, making a sputtering sound.

Zhou Dazhuang jumped out of the car, with Lin Jianguo sitting in the back.

The old man wasn't carrying a carrying pole or any other tools; his face was just long and drawn.

Where are they?

"Still on the ship."

Lin Chen pointed towards the dock, "The police will be here soon, let's go over there."

The three of them walked towards the dock at a leisurely pace.

From a great distance, you could already hear the clanging of hammers hitting the steel-hulled ship, and a few thugs shouting and cursing.

"Damn, this ship is pretty sturdy!"

"Give it a few more hits! Let this kid know how powerful Brother Meng is!"

Just then, a sharp siren broke the silence as it approached from afar.

Those people froze in place.

"Holy shit! It's the cops!"

The thug who was supposed to keep watch had a different voice.

Zhang Meng's face changed instantly, and he cursed:

"Don't panic! Climb over the railing from behind!"

As he spoke, he led the way and ran to the other side of the dock.

Unfortunately, they were still a step too late.

A police car with its red and blue lights flashing drifted and blocked the dock entrance.

The car door opened, and four uniformed police officers got out. The middle-aged officer with a square face who was in the lead looked quite imposing and shouted loudly:

"Police! Don't move!"

The two slow-moving thugs' legs went weak on the spot, and they raised their hands.

The other two, relying on their superior skills, simply climbed over the iron railings by the dock, jumped into the nearby bushes, and disappeared into the night.

Zhang Meng was also stopped.

He panicked when he saw the police blocking his way and then saw Lin Chen and his two companions walking towards him calmly.

But he was a seasoned veteran, and he stubbornly kept shouting:

"Officer, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! We brothers had a few too much to drink and were just fooling around here!"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Playing around with a hammer? That's a rather unique way of playing."

Zhang Meng still wanted to argue:

"He just drank too much and played a joke on the boat owner. We'll pay him back, isn't that enough?"

As he spoke, he glared hatefully at Lin Chen, his eyes seeming to say: Kid, if you dare call the police, you're dead.

Lin Chen calmly walked up to the police.

"Officer, I am the boat owner and the person who called the police."

He took out his phone, opened a video, and handed it over.

"These were captured by the surveillance cameras I installed on the ship and at the dock. They have a complete timeline, showing the entire process from when they sneaked into the dock to when they boarded the ship and vandalized it."

The police officer took the phone, glanced at it, and his expression immediately turned very serious.

Although the infrared night vision image is black and white, it is very clear.

The audio in the video is also very clear; the line "Smash all the glass and the dial" is recorded perfectly.

This is irrefutable evidence.

When Zhang Meng saw the video, his forehead was covered in sweat.

He never imagined that Lin Chen would install surveillance cameras here, especially such high-definition cameras that can capture such clear footage even at night!

What he thought was a blind spot in the surveillance was actually a stage that had been set up long ago.

"This...this is fake! It's composite!"

Zhang Meng is still making a last-ditch effort.

The police returned the phone to Lin Chen.

"Whether it's fake or not, we'll know once we get back to the station and have the technical team examine it. Take them both, along with these tools used in the crime, back with us!"

Two young police officers stepped forward, one on each side, and handcuffed Zhang Meng and the remaining thug.

Zhang Meng only truly panicked when the cold handcuffs clicked shut on his wrists.

This is completely different from the past when people would be arrested and detained for a few days for fighting.

This is a gang that deliberately damaged other people's property with weapons, and the amount involved is huge. They will go to jail!

"Lin Chen! You fucking tricked me!"

Lin Chen simply looked at him quietly, his eyes filled with only cold calm.

It's a waste of time to say a single word to someone like that.

The dock only quieted down again after the police cars drove away with their lights flashing.

Lin Jianguo remained silent. He boarded the boat, stepped over the broken glass, squatted down, and picked up a piece of the severed fishing net.

That was the net he had mended himself.

Zhou Dazhuang, holding a flashlight, carefully inspected the malfunctioning equipment in the cockpit, shaking his head as he looked.

"The entire control panel is destroyed. The GPS, fish finder, and walkie-talkie main unit are all smashed, and the circuits are cut. Those bastards really went all out."

Lin Chen stood next to his father.

He could sense the suppressed anger emanating from his father.

In the past, the old man might have sighed and said, "Never mind, it's good that he's alright."

But today, he didn't.

Lin Jianguo threw the severed fishing net onto the deck, turned to look at Lin Chen, and said:

"Follow the rules."

This is an attitude.

It's an attitude of "Since you dare to break the rules, then we'll use the rules to send you to jail."

Lin Chen nodded.

"Dad, don't worry."

He knew that from this moment on, his father truly accepted his way of handling problems.

The older generation's tolerance and concessions will not solve the problem; they will only embolden the bad guys.

A new generation must have its own methods of struggle.

"Xiao Chen, I'll handle the loss assessment. I'll make sure he doesn't get a single penny back."

"If the police station needs technical explanations, I can go anytime."

"Thanks, Brother Dazhuang."

Looking at his newly acquired "Pioneer," which hadn't even had a chance to show its capabilities yet, Lin Chen felt like a wounded warrior.

The boat is broken, but it can be repaired.

Once someone goes inside, it's difficult for them to get out.

Zhang Meng, that mad dog, has been locked in a cage. Next, it's time for his real master—Zhang Tiejun—to take action.