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

The desktop computer lights up automatically.

A red verification window pops up.

The company commander entered his officer's code, paused for a moment, and then pressed confirm.

three seconds.

Verification successful.

The Central Military Commission issued a provisional decision to lift the armed quarantine on Xishan Mountain.

The highest-ranking commander on site was Shen Zhong.

The company commander closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his back was soaked with sweat.

Shen Zhong put away his military dagger.

"You have twenty seconds left."

The company commander grabbed the communicator, his voice hoarse but steady.

"All company, listen up!"

A jumble of responses came from the channel.

"Received in the first row."

"Second row received."

"Third row received."

"All personnel, engage safety, eject magazines, and point guns downwards."

Someone panicked, "Company commander, the order from above is a level one lockdown."

"I said, engage the safety and eject the magazine!"

The company commander slammed his fist on the table, finally losing his temper.

"That order is fake. Anyone who points a gun at troops authorized by the Central Military Commission will be treated as a traitor."

There was a half-second silence in the channel.

Then came a continuous series of mechanical sounds.

Click.

Click.

Click-clack.

One by one, the safety of the rifles was engaged, and the magazines were ejected and placed into the tactical pouches.

The searchlights around Xishan were still sweeping, but the gun barrels had already been lowered.

intersection.

Zhou Weiguo stood beside the armored vehicle, listening to the sounds in his earpiece, and let out a long breath.

"Sir, the outer ring has been disarmed, Dragon Fang can enter the field."

The heavy black tactical vest clung to his body, the holsters on his legs were fastened tightly, and only half of the hilt of the tactical knife was visible behind his waist.

He tossed the tablet to Zhou Weiguo.

"Bring one group, to the main building."

"clear."

Zhou Weiguo slung the terminal over his shoulder, his mouth still running, "These people are quite particular; laying a red carpet at the entrance is almost enough."

Shen Zhong glanced at him.

Zhou Weiguo immediately shut up and waved his hand.

The Dragon Fang Commando pressed in from the intersection.

There was no announcement.

There were no unnecessary movements.

One team blocked the left-side connecting corridor, another team controlled the back door, another team cut off the garage exit, and the rest followed Shen Zhong straight to the main building.

The lights in the main building are on.

But the first floor is too quiet.

There was no one at the front desk, no one in the duty room, and the teacup was still on the table, half-filled with tea, swirling against the side of the cup a couple of times.

Zhou Weiguo squatted down by the wall and stuck the portable scanner on it.

Several red lines appeared on the screen.

His expression returned to normal.

"Sir, there's a problem."

Shen Zhong stopped in the middle of the hall.

"speak."

"There is a high-power degaussing device on the basement floor, a paper shredder is running, and the main unit cabinet also has external access permission changes."

Zhou Weiguo showed him the scanner, "They're selling the last batch of goods; it's an irreversible process."

Shen Zhong looked up at the bottom of the stairs.

"Entrance."

"Behind the storage room on the west side, there's a hidden door."

"break."

Two team members stepped forward and pried open the metal cabinet in the storage room.

Behind the cabinet was a gray steel door, the gaps so tight it looked like it was welded on, with palm prints, irises, and a mechanical keypad embedded on the side.

Zhou Weiguo clicked his tongue.

"It's at least bank vault level, and it's made of composite steel plates. A conventional breach would take at least fifteen minutes, and the paper inside would be reduced to noodles by then."

Inside the underground door.

The paper shredder gripped the documents, and scraps of paper fell down the transparent bin.

The red light on the degaussing device climbs up one step at a time.

The chief secretary stood in front of the equipment, his black Zhongshan suit buttoned up, his face ashen, but his hands never stopped moving.

He fed the documents into the machine one by one.

He pushed folders, telephone transcription sheets, external contact lists, and old numbered cards all into the box.

On the monitor screen next to him, Shen Zhong was already standing outside the door.

The chief secretary grabbed the pistol from the table, placed it next to the pile of documents, and then picked up a stack of papers with a red stamp.

"Hold on for another ten minutes."

He muttered a sentence under his breath, as if trying to bolster his courage.

Outside.

Zhou Weiguo had already opened the toolkit.

"Sir, I'll try thermal cutting. I can make an opening in five minutes."

Shen Zhong reached out and pushed him back half a step.

"No, we won't wait."

Zhou Weiguo looked up.

Shen Zhong looked at the demolition expert.

"C4, directional plastic charge."

The demolition expert immediately stepped forward. "Does it belong to the door frame or the latch?"

"Three points: door frame, hinges, and latch."

Zhou Weiguo swallowed hard. "Sir, that old man lives in this building. Won't making too much noise?"

Shen Zhong fastened his gloves.

"Wartime scoring standards".

The demolition expert had already applied the plastic explosive, pressed the detonating cord into three sections along the door seam, and connected the detonator to the handheld detonator.

Zhou Weiguo stepped back, calling out to his teammates as he did so.

"Everyone hide well, don't use your heads as door frames."

Shen Zhong stood behind the corner, his gaze fixed on the door.

The demolition expert's countdown came through the headset.

"three."

"two."

"one."

The detonator is pressed.

The loud noise knocked all the dust off the corridor.

The security door and its frame were torn apart, and a heavy steel plate crashed diagonally into the basement. Flames rolled along the wall, and smoke billowed towards the stairwell.

"Enter!"

Shen Zhong was the first to pass through the smoke and dust.

He moved quickly, his shoulders lowered, gun barrel forward, his feet skimming the ground as he cut into the inner blind spot.

The chief secretary had just picked up his gun from the table.

His hand was not yet raised to the side.

boom.

Shen Zhong didn't even glance at it a second time.

The bullet struck the chief secretary's right wrist, and the pistol, along with blood and bone fragments, was flung away, hitting the demagnetizer casing before sliding to the foot of the table.

The head secretary grunted and crashed into his chair, knocking it over.

"Don't move."

Two Dragon Fang team members pressed down on him and pinned his left hand behind his back.

The head secretary's forehead was covered in sweat, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Shen Zhong, do you know where you are?"

Shen Zhong walked up to him, his military boots stopping beside his chest.

"I know you're canceling your license."

"I am one of the people working for Elder Qin."

Shen Zhong raised his foot and stepped on his chest, pressing down hard, causing the secretary to stop speaking on the spot.

"You are now a suspect in a treason case."

Zhou Weiguo had already rushed to the front of the main unit rack.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't touch the line."

His fingers flew across the interfaces, first unplugging the host's physical power supply, then plugging a jammer into the spare port.

Half of the rack fans stopped, but the remaining devices were still running with residual current.

Zhou Weiguo simply pried open the outer shell and used pliers to cut a bundle of wires.

On the screen, the red progress bar is stuck at 87%.

"Hey, you almost got there."

Shen Zhong did not turn around.

"result."

Zhou Weiguo plugged the data cable into the terminal, and the screen was blindingly bright.

"We've regained Xishan's external communication rights, preserved half of the satellite backup link's routing table, and the external connection authorization records are still there."

He glanced at the shredded paper bucket again.

"The paper documents were shredded quite a bit, but the shredder hasn't shredded them a second time, so they can be pieced back together."

Shen Zhong looked down at the chief secretary.

"Did you hear that?"

The head secretary gritted his teeth, blood dripping from his right wrist down his sleeve.

"You have no right to interrogate me."

Shen Zhong squatted down and reached out to feel around the inside pocket of his Zhongshan suit.

Certificates.

Key card.

An encrypted phone.

Two blank pages with obsolete serial numbers.

Zhou Weiguo glanced at it from the side.

"Wow, you're pretty well-equipped. All you need is a small stool to set up a stall and make fake documents."