In the name of supernatural powers

Chapter 65 Suppression
Meanwhile, the task force was stationed at the hotel.

At this moment, Lin Zhiyan's anger had not subsided, and a threatening letter was placed on the table.

The other members also received this letter.

At first, Lin Zhiyan didn't take it seriously, as encountering such things was inevitable when he went down to the local area to carry out his work.

But just as she saw the threatening letter, she learned that one of her men had been killed.

This made Lin Zhiyan realize that this official in charge of the city's defenses was full of bandit-like airs.

The federal situation is currently turbulent, with gangs engaging in violent confrontations, kidnapping law enforcement officers, and even storming police stations to take hostages.

This was the first time Lin Zhiyan had dealt with such a violent conflict since leaving school, and it was also the first time she had felt like someone had a knife to her throat.

No one can stay calm forever, and Team Leader Lin, who had been targeted for a month, was already furious.

Ring ring ring!
The landline rang. Lin Zhiyan took a deep breath to calm himself and answered the phone. The caller was Zhao De.

"Team Leader Lin, regarding the task force investigating the gang attack, our city will dispatch a special counter-terrorism unit to assist..."

Lin Zhiyan hung up the phone.

Now she doesn't trust the local authorities; she feels like she's surrounded by enemies.

A few cases of special task force members being killed also surfaced in my mind.
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Lu Zhao and his entourage attracted attention as they entered the city, with pedestrians pointing and whispering at every intersection they stopped at.

But no authorities stopped to check on them along the way.

Because the relevant documents had already been faxed to the desks of the leaders of the relevant units.

There was a notification, a procedure, and an endorsement.

Lu Zhao answered Lin Zhiyan's call and said, "I have entered the city and am now heading towards the outer district."

Lin Zhiyan ordered, "Come here and report to me first."

"By the time we reach the outer regions, the enemy may have already withdrawn."

Lu Zhao frowned slightly.

In this situation, the first priority is to control the local area. If you are even a little late, you may be blocked by the local authorities, which could lead to a long and drawn-out dispute.

Was she frightened?

Lu Zhao suddenly realized that Lin Zhiyan was three years younger than him and had only been in the workforce for a year.

Even the smartest person hasn't experienced much hardship yet.

He changed his tune, saying, "I'll bring a whole class to pick you up."

Lin Zhiyan's voice remained firm: "Don't hang up, let's stay on the line."

"Yes."

Lu Zhao turned on the walkie-talkie and ordered, "The plan has changed. I'll take Squad One to meet up with the task force. Squads Two and Three will take Squad One's place in searching the West Street bar."

"Anyone carrying a gun shall be shot dead."
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Kabuki district, West Street bars.

As always, Lü Bowen sat in his office, holding a needle and searching for a vein, but his trembling hand couldn't find the right spot, and he couldn't find the right place even after several attempts.

He finally succeeded and collapsed into the chair.

Injecting medication is no longer about enjoying pleasure, but about temporarily relieving pain.

Ring ring ring!
The phone rang incessantly, and it had been ringing for who knows how long.

Lu Bowen ignored them and simply slumped in his chair, motionless. It wasn't until someone's underlings knocked on the door, and when they received no response, they started banging on it.

"Brother, Mr. Lü is on the phone."

The henchman quickly stepped aside, handed over the phone with both hands, and a furious roar came from the other end: "You son of a bitch, are you on drugs again?! Why aren't you answering the phone?"

Lu Bowen was still somewhat dazed and asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Do you know how big a mess you've made?

"What?"

"Are you fucking trying to rebel?! You sent people to beat up the members of the special task force, and not only that, you beat them so badly they ended up in the hospital! Now one of them is dead!"

"What?"

At that sound, Lü Bowen instantly snapped to attention and jumped up from his chair.

"I don't know, when did this happen? Brother, you have to save me. If I get caught, you won't be able to escape either."

Upon hearing this, Lü Jinshan nearly fainted.

What do you mean I can't escape either? Are you going to betray your own brother?

But given the urgency of the situation, he could only reassure them, "You should quickly process the evidence now, and make sure the task force doesn't find anything related to Mr. Zhao."

"As long as Mr. Zhao doesn't fall, we still have hope. Remember, even if you're arrested, you must not let Mr. Zhao be implicated." The call then ended.

Lu Bowen looked up at his underlings and roared, "Who did this?! Are you trying to rebel?!"

The sound was so loud that it could be faintly heard on the dance floor downstairs.

The Federation is in chaos right now, but it's not dead.

Besides, this task force was sent down by the Daozheng Bureau. Even if the Federation were to perish, the South China Sea Daozheng Bureau would not be dissolved.

The younger brother stammered and couldn't answer.

Lu Bowen kicked him, his 15 points of vitality exceeding the strength of an ordinary person, and directly slammed his underling against the wall.

"Who is it?! Tell me!"

The younger brother lay on the ground, clutching his stomach and curled up like a shrimp, as he answered with difficulty, "Last night... Brother Tiger got into a fight with someone while drinking, and then they started fighting."

"We didn't fight. Someone pulled out a gun and opened fire, and several of our brothers died."

"You son of a bitch! Didn't I tell you to keep a low profile for a while?!"

Lu Bowen was so angry that his skull felt like it was going to fly off.

He has repeatedly emphasized that he should behave himself recently, for fear of giving the task force something to use against him.

Now this group of thugs killed a member of the task force.

The younger brother said, "We've already sent someone to turn themselves in."

"Do you intend to kill the people of the state? Or do you think the task force is full of idiots?!"

Lu Bowen then proceeded to punch and kick his underlings again.

Just then, the phone rang again.

After the call connected, Lü Jinshan's panicked voice came through.

"Bowen, run! The border troops have entered the city; they're coming to arrest you!"

"what?"

Lu Bowen wondered if he had misheard and asked for confirmation, "Brother, your troops can still enter the city?"

"Would I lie to you? Run! No, burn the bill right now before you run, quick!"

"Okay...okay, I'll be right away."

Lu Bowen hurriedly rummaged through the account book in the drawer. Behind him, through the blinds, came the sound of a car, followed by a series of exclamations that grew louder as they approached.

After the screech of brakes, the gasps turned into shouts and curses, a mix of profanities in various dialects, with the word "cops" being the most frequent.

boom!
Gunshots were fired.

A barrage of gunfire rang out continuously, and the intermittent volleys of pistol fire were quickly drowned out by fully automatic fire.

The federal government has a large supply of firearms, but relatively few fully automatic rifles.

Most brawls in the outer districts usually involve melee weapons, but the Federation will intervene if a large-scale gunfight breaks out.

The world quickly quieted down.

Lu Bowen dared not look at it, but kept putting the account book into the brazier.

A commotion arose downstairs, followed by short, hurried footsteps. A henchman scrambled to the door, pistol in hand, and cried, "Boss, the cops have broken in! You'd better get out of here..."

boom!
One bullet blew his underling's head open, followed by three more bullets to finish him off.

Three fully armed soldiers entered the room in a single file, with the first soldier carrying a 25-kilogram shield.

Life development provides ample physical strength, making many individual soldier equipment routine.

For example, in indoor warfare, the lead assault troops are often armed with large shields.

The Federation also has a titanium alloy heavy bulletproof vest, which, when worn by a second-tier superhuman, is equivalent to a human tank, allowing them to rampage through urban warfare.

"Put your hands up!"

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at Lü Bowen. He slowly raised his hand, and the soldier stepped forward and took the half-burnt account book out of the basin.

A voice came from the walkie-talkie on his chest.

"Threat from West Street bar eliminated, area safe, over."

In about thirty minutes, Kabukicho was completely sealed off and controlled. A small border post company was able to carry out a violent crackdown on the outlying district of a city and wipe out more than a dozen criminal gangs.

The Federation could easily muster 20,000 such companies, not counting logistics personnel.

This proves Lin Zhiyan's words: all problems are federal problems, and all conflicts are federal conflicts.

(End of this chapter)