Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Inside the command cabin of the early warning aircraft, the communication channels were so quiet that only the ticking of the instruments could be heard.

"take away."

The heavy instructions were brief and forceful, leaving no room for negotiation.

Upon receiving the order, Zhou Weiguo raised his right hand, which was gloved with a tactical glove, and waved it forward.

Two tall and strong Dragon Fang special forces members strode forward, grabbed Zhong Xiaoai's shoulders, and forcibly flipped her over.

The high-strength tactical restraints made a screeching sound as they tightly bound her wrists.

Zhong Xiaoai twisted her body desperately, her expensive high heels kicking wildly on the floor covered with shards of glass.

"Let me go!"

"I am the deputy director of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection! What right do you have to arrest me!"

"I need to contact the organization! I need to see the highest levels!"

Her screams echoed hysterically in the ravaged living room.

Zhou Weiguo looked at her expressionlessly, then turned to look at a female special forces member next to him.

"A full body search was conducted, and all personal belongings were confiscated."

The female team member quickly stepped forward and deftly began to explore Zhong Xiaoai's body.

A personal cell phone, an ordinary-looking encrypted USB drive, and a specially made ring with hidden secrets were successively found during the search.

Finally, the female team member pulled out the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection badge that represented her supreme privileges from Zhong Xiaoai's inner pocket.

These items were categorized and placed into several transparent evidence bags.

The accompanying technicians, holding evidence cameras, snapped photos of each evidence bag, the powerful flash illuminating Zhong Xiaoai's disheveled face.

The female team member took out a stack of red adhesive labels, tore off one, and stuck it on the evidence bag containing the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection badge with a snap.

The label was printed with several bold black characters: Evidence in the Treason Case.

Zhong Xiaoai stared at the label, unable to utter a single sound; all the shouting and cursing abruptly ceased.

Her face lost all color, becoming even paler than the shattered pieces of white marble on the ground.

In the corner, Grandpa Zhong, leaning against the dilapidated wall, stood up shakily.

The old man straightened his withered back, trying to regain his condescending, old-cadre demeanor.

"Even if you're going to arrest someone, there should be some rules."

"I'm a retired veteran. If you want to take my granddaughter away, at least go through the proper disciplinary procedures and give me a dignified handover!"

Zhou Weiguo turned around and strode over to the old man.

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, he slammed the arrest warrant, bearing the highest-ranking seal of the Central Military Commission, heavily against the wall next to the old man.

"Decent?"

"Your name is also on this arrest warrant."

"From this moment forward, all your personal freedom is restricted, and you shall await a summons from a military court."

The old man stared at the top-secret documents on the wall, his white beard trembling violently.

He pointed at Zhou Weiguo and began to hurl insults.

"Outrageous!"

"That Shen Zhong of yours is truly lawless! Does he really think he can control everything?"

Zhou Weiguo raised his hand and pressed the tactical communicator on his chest, turning the speaker volume to maximum.

Shen Zhong's words, processed electronically and imbued with a strong metallic quality, echoed in the living room.

"When you sold your military data, you were no longer qualified to talk about the law."

"Take them away, and shoot any who resist."

Communication was cut off, leaving only the hissing sound of electricity.

The old man's legs went weak, and he slid down the wall to the ground, completely losing the strength to speak.

Several special forces soldiers quickly ran back to the living room from the second floor and basement to report the search results to Zhou Weiguo.

"Reporting to the commander, the safe in the study has been emptied, and a hidden radio station was found in the basement. It has all been sealed off."

"A running encrypted server was discovered in the second-floor mezzanine, attempting to remotely destroy data."

"Technicians have forcibly unplugged the power and physically disassembled the storage hard drive; the data is intact."

Zhou Weiguo nodded, pointing to Zhong Xiaoai, who was slumped on the ground.

"Put them on the truck."

Two team members dragged Zhong Xiaoai, stepping over the mess on the ground, and strode out of the villa gate.

The fierce wind outside had subsided, but the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Zhong Xiaoai was roughly shoved into the back seat of a heavy armored assault vehicle.

The car doors slammed shut, cutting off the night breeze.

The armored convoy started up, its tracks and heavy tires rolling over the smooth asphalt road as it drove out of the Xishan Sanatorium.

Zhong Xiaoai pressed herself against the bulletproof glass, watching the scenery rushing past outside the window.

The entire Xishan Sanatorium fell into a deathly silence.

The villas of retired cadres, which are usually brightly lit and filled with revelry every night, are all now tightly closed, with not a single landscape light turned on.

Those powerful families who once fraternized with the Zhong family and exchanged favors, those important figures who claimed to be of one mind with the Zhong family.

No one dared to peek out at this time, and not even a single tentative phone call was made to the security bureau.

In the face of pure military violence, so-called political alliances are extremely fragile.

Zhong Xiaoai's long-held belief in the protection of the privileged class shattered into dust at this moment.

An hour later.

Armored convoys drove into a high-security military prison on the outskirts of Beijing.

The towering walls were covered with high-voltage electric grids, and beams of searchlight swept back and forth across the night sky.

Zhong Xiaoai was escorted into the underground receiving area.

The cold white shadowless lamps shone on the all-metal floor, reflecting a dazzling halo.

The receiving officer sat behind a stainless steel table, expressionless as he checked the handover documents.

He took a set of gray coarse cloth prison clothes from the metal cabinet next to him and threw them on the table.

"Take off your coat, put on this, and then come over to have your fingerprints and iris scanned."

Looking at the cheap prison uniform, Zhong Xiaoai subconsciously wrapped her six-figure custom-made trench coat tighter around herself.

"I don't want to!"

"The case hasn't been determined yet; you have no right to deprive me of my personal belongings!"

She is still putting up a last stand, trying to preserve the last shred of dignity she has as a socialite.

The receiving officer completely ignored her protests and simply raised his chin.

Two burly female military police officers strode forward.

They grabbed Zhong Xiaoai's arms from both sides and forced her onto a hard metal chair.

Zhong Xiaoai struggled desperately, but the female military police officer twisted her arm without any politeness and violently ripped off her expensive trench coat.

With the sound of fabric tearing, the coat, a symbol of status and prestige, was thrown into the nearby trash can.

The gray prison uniform was forcibly put on her, the rough fabric rubbing against her skin.

The female military police grabbed her hair and forced her face in front of the iris scanner.

A crisp beep.

On the registration screen next to her, Zhong Xiaoai's personal information quickly popped up.

In the section on identity classification, a line of glaring red text was prominently displayed.

A first-level suspect involved in endangering national military security.

Zhong Xiaoai stared intently at the line of red text, feeling a chill run through her body.

She finally came to terms with reality.

This was by no means a casual chat with the local discipline inspection commission, nor was it a cold-blooded handling of some political game.

This is a military death case directly under the control of the military, where heads could be lost at any moment.

The receiving officer signed his name on the handover documents and stamped them with the prison's receiving seal.

He took the documents and walked over to Zhou Weiguo, reporting in a low voice.

"Sir, the formalities are complete."

"As instructed above, this suspect was placed in the highest level of solitary confinement, under 24/7 surveillance with no blind spots."

The officer paused for a moment and glanced at the prison ward allocation table in his hand.

"By the way, Hou Liangping, who was transferred from Handong last month, is currently being held in cell block number three."

Zhou Weiguo turned his head and glanced through the one-way glass at Zhong Xiaoai, who was slumped in a metal chair with unfocused eyes.

He picked up the walkie-talkie on the table.

"Send her to cell block number three; Hou Liangping is there too."