Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

The old cast iron heating pipes emitted a weak, lifeless buzzing sound.

The pipe in the corner was still dripping yellowish-brown rusty liquid.

Sha Ruijin sat behind his desk.

He was holding a patina-covered purple clay teacup.

His fingertips trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The scalding hot tea in the cup spilled out and splashed directly onto the back of my hand.

He didn't dodge, as if he had lost his nerve.

The skin immediately blistered and developed a layer of fine red blisters.

A newly printed security report for Jingzhou City in December was laid out in front of him.

The paper still had the pungent smell of ink.

"Secretary Sha...you've burned your hand."

Li Dakang sat on the opposite sofa.

Her buttocks were only touching the edge of the vulva, and she kept rubbing her inner thighs.

He couldn't hold back any longer and pointed to the back of Sha Ruijin's hand.

"How about we ask Xiao Liu to get some burn ointment?"

"No need."

Sha Ruijin's throat felt dry, and he swallowed.

"Dakang, have you seen the data here?"

He poked the paper twice with his rough index finger, tearing a small hole in it.

"Last month, our Jingzhou City 110 Command Center received zero calls."

When Sha Ruijin said the last word, his tongue seemed to tie a knot.

Li Dakang's lips twitched twice.

He touched the back of his head and forcefully scraped off two clumps of oily dandruff.

"I know. This thing... it..."

He stammered for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable official tone to finish his sentence.

"Zero!"

Sha Ruijin slammed his teacup down on the table.

With a "bang".

The remaining half-cup of water splashed onto the documents pressed under the glass plate.

"The entire Jingzhou has a permanent population of over ten million."

"Not a single person has called the police station in a month!"

His chest heaved violently, and waves of acidic fluid began to flow back down his esophagus.

"When ordinary people encounter problems, who can they turn to now?"

The pedestrian street on Guangming Road in the center of Jingzhou.

The midday sun shone on the asphalt road, giving off an unpleasant asphalt smell.

The entrance to a shop selling gold jewelry.

"Don't you fucking come any closer!"

A bald man wearing a dirty gray jacket.

He gripped a rusty boning knife tightly in his hand.

The blade was pressed against the neck of a female shop assistant in uniform.

The female shop assistant was so frightened that her crotch got wet.

The stench of urine mixed with the rancid smell of cheap liquor emanating from the bald man assaulted the noses of passersby.

A large crowd of onlookers gathered around, three or four deep.

Nobody took out their phone to dial 110.

An older woman carrying a plastic shopping basket squeezed to the front.

The grass carp that had just been killed was still thrashing about in the basket.

He splashed blood all over the old man's trouser leg.

"Oh dear, this little rascal has gotten quite drunk."

The middle-aged woman skillfully pulled a smartphone with a cracked screen from her pocket.

My thumb swiped across the screen twice.

Tap on the "Lingxiao Life APP" whose icon is a golden cloud.

There is a bright red circular alarm button in the center of the screen.

The older woman smacked her lips.

"These street thugs really think the rules set by Master Yan are just bullshit."

She pressed her finger on the red key for two seconds.

My phone immediately vibrated.

A green pop-up window appears: [Lingxiao Security has accepted the order].

"Call the police! If anyone dares to call the police, I'll stab her to death first!"

The bald man howled in a hoarse voice.

Because of trembling hands, the knife tip drew a line of blood on the female shop assistant's fair neck.

The elderly people watching looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Why are you calling the police, young man?"

The woman holding the phone switched the shopping basket to the other hand.

"Director Zhao and his entourage will be stuck in traffic when they get here, and we don't have time to sit here and watch you make a fool of yourself."

The bald man was stunned.

The effects of the alcohol have worn off a bit, and my mind is still a little foggy.

Before he could figure it out...

A piercing buzzing sound suddenly descended from above, sending chills down your spine.

Ten heavy, black industrial drones.

They looked like a swarm of giant mechanical wasps.

They swooped down from the rooftops on both sides of the pedestrian street.

The propeller whipped up a fierce wind.

They completely overturned the straw bundles of the roadside vendors selling candied hawthorns.

Dust mixed with bright red hawthorns rolled all over the ground.

The drone hovered three meters above the ground.

The red laser beam was locked onto the bald man.

"Click—"

A black special armored vehicle, covered with welded anti-collision steel plates, silently slid to the side of the road.

The car door was kicked open.

Four burly men wearing black and gray tactical vests under Shen Pojun's command jumped down.

They weren't wearing uniforms; instead, they had a small trumpet vine totem embroidered on their chests.

The group didn't even bring a loudspeaker.

The security guard leading the group was a crew-cut man, two meters tall.

His arms were thicker than the bald man's thighs.

He strode over, his military boots clattering loudly.

"What...what are you doing! Step back!"

The bald man panicked and brandished the knife, trying to stab it.

The flat-headed security guards didn't slow down at all.

He charged straight at the blade.

The bald man's vision blurred.

A sharp pain shot through my wrist.

A crisp "crack" sound that made your teeth ache.

The boning knife clattered onto the concrete floor and bounced twice.

The security guard put his hand on the bald man's shoulder.

His knee suddenly jutted upwards.

It pressed firmly against the other person's stomach.

The bald man's eyes bulged out.

He spat out a mouthful of gastric juice mixed with leftover food.

Then, the security guard grabbed his right arm with both hands.

Twist it hard in the opposite direction.

Another dull thud of bones dislocating.

The shoulder joint was forcibly dislocated.

There were no warnings throughout the process.

There was no fancy fighting involved.

The female shop assistant collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

The two security guards dragged it around like a dead dog.

The bald man, who was as soft as a noodle, was held on either side and thrown directly into the trunk of the armored vehicle.

The car door slammed shut.

The woman glanced at the timer on her phone screen.

"Oh dear, this trip was a bit slow today, it took four and a half minutes to finish."

The woman put her phone back in her pocket.

"The day before yesterday, they caught that battery thief on East Street in just three minutes."

The escort vehicle did not honk its horn.

With a roar of the engine, it merged into the traffic and disappeared.

The ten drones took off again and disappeared among the buildings in the blink of an eye.

All that remained on the pedestrian street was a pool of foul-smelling gastric juice and a few drops of blood.

More than half an hour later.

The police car's drawn-out siren finally sounded slowly.

Two police cars with flashing red and blue lights were parked on the side of the street.

Several young police officers in uniform got out of the car.

He was carrying a bucket and a long-handled brush.

The officer in charge sighed knowingly.

"Alright, everyone disperse. Xiao Wang, go get some water and wash the blood and vomit off the ground."

He pointed to the stain.

"Don't interfere with the business of the jewelry store."

Several policemen had their heads down.

He silently took the brush and rubbed it back and forth on the ground.

Their shoes got completely soaked, but no one complained.

Anyway, they're just doing the work of sanitation workers now.

Inside the Provincial Party Committee Office.

The surveillance footage in front of Sha Ruijin was fixed on the police officers who were cleaning the floor.

The screen's reflection shone on his ashen face.

The spasms in my stomach were getting worse and worse.

He pinched his thigh hard with his fingers.

Trying to suppress the bitterness in my throat with pain.

Handong's law enforcement authority.

It wasn't taken away by the documents, but rather forcibly seized by the Lingxiao Consortium through efficiency and violence.

The common people voluntarily put the collars given to them by Yan Qingfeng around their necks.

Sha Ruijin slumped backward.

I sank into the wide, genuine leather chair back.

The spine struck the skin with a dull thud.

Li Dakang stopped rubbing his hands.

"Secretary Sha..."

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly.

"Zhao Dong just called over on the internal line to report."

"Speak your mind, or shut up."

Sha Ruijin closed his eyes, and even his cursing sounded weak and listless.

Li Dakang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Donglai said that Master Yan's private jet has landed in New York."

He leaned forward.

"The Zhao family's overseas assets were completely wiped out last night; a group of mercenaries ransacked them all."

"I heard that Zhao Xiaohui even sold her purebred Afghan hound outside her villa in Los Angeles to pay off debts."

Sha Ruijin suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils contracted slightly.

Li Dakang lowered his voice and leaned closer to the desk.

"Master Yan is... not even bothering to pretend anymore, he's directly using armed forces."

He paused for two seconds, his throat dry.

"Secretary Sha, do you think a few of those old-money families on Wall Street will die tonight?"