Police Chief's Anti-Organized Crime Storm

Ma Guoliang's head buzzed loudly, his body trembled violently, and he almost dropped the phone in his hand: "What's going on? How could that kid be in contact with Lin Ying?"

"They must have just latched onto Lin Ying's coattails." Liu Yixiong also sensed that things were not going well. After all, the May 530th massacre must not be investigated again, otherwise, they would all be in serious trouble. Dozens of lives lost are no joke.

"Find a way to shut him up immediately, understand? Anything can go wrong. Even if Gao Lan's case is investigated, we weren't the ones who did it. But the 530 tragedy is different, do you understand?"

"Understood, Brother Ma. I'll send someone to find that kid right away and shut him up." Liu Yixiong was also a little nervous. He knew that the May 530th massacre might involve the case of his boss.

"Remember, I don't care what method you use, whether it's coercion, bribery, or anything else, just remember, you absolutely cannot let Chen Zhengyang speak. Otherwise, you know the consequences. Your brother won't let you and me off the hook." Ma Guoliang's voice carried a chilling undertone.

Liu Yixiong shuddered, realizing the seriousness of the situation. He quickly nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Brother Ma, don't worry, I'll definitely shut that kid up."

"Yes, but we must also be careful with our methods and avoid using extreme measures. After all, the situation in Gaoshan County is not optimistic, and we must be extremely careful."

"Understood, Brother Ma."

"You handle this personally. Don't let anyone else do it. No matter what, you must shut Chen Zhengyang up."

"it is good."

With a snap, the phone was disconnected. Liu Yixiong was slightly taken aback; he hadn't finished speaking yet. However, it was clear that Ma Guoliang wasn't interested in listening to him.

In the county party committee office, Ma Guoliang had just put down his phone when suddenly, there was a rapid knocking on the door…

"Who is it? Come in." Ma Guoliang was a little tired. There had been too many things going on lately, and even more upsetting things. This Lin Ying was really a troublemaker, always causing trouble.

Wang Yuanming strode in: "Secretary, General Manager Wang is here!"

"Mr. Wang? Which Mr. Wang?" Ma Guoliang paused for a moment, then suddenly looked up at Wang Yuanming: "Wang Dalong?"

"Yes, it's Chairman Wang of Tianlong Group. He said he has something urgent to discuss with you and is waiting outside!" Wang Yuanming was a little surprised. Wang Dalong almost never came to the county government. Why did he suddenly come here today?

Ma Guoliang frowned. Hadn't they already agreed to give him three days? What was Wang Dalong up to? Coming to the county government now and being seen by others wouldn't be good. Sigh, this Wang Dalong, really, he lost his composure as soon as his brother got into trouble. He's not cut out for anything big.

"Alright, let him in." With that, Ma Guoliang walked behind his desk and sat down.

A moment later, Wang Dalong strode into his office: "Secretary Ma, hello!" He politely extended his hand.

Ma Guoliang quickly stood up, stepped out from behind his desk, and stretched out his hands: "What brings you here? Come on, sit down, Mr. Wang, please have a seat!"

Wang Dalong forced a smile, his gaze towards Ma Guoliang hardening slightly. "You don't know why I'm here?" he thought to himself with a cold laugh.

Ma Guoliang quickly ordered someone to make tea. Wang Dalong took something out of his pocket and handed it over: "Secretary Ma, please take a look at this."

Ma Guoliang took it and stared at it, instantly stunned, exclaiming, "This..."

As soon as Lin Yinggang entered the room of the Armed Police Squadron, he froze. A Taoist figure stood there motionless, staring at the face under the white sheet.

Meng Jianguo's face was very calm, but he could not hide the sadness in his eyes. He was not too late after all. He still could not see him one last time. He was gone. He was really gone forever. He was really... An endless sorrow welled up in his heart. He remembered the look of hatred in his wife's eyes eight years ago, and his resolute look. Perhaps, from the beginning, he knew that he might lose him forever. He was really never going to come back.

Lin Ying didn't say anything, just stood silently to the side. She could sense that Meng Jianguo's mood was off. Outside, there was a helicopter parked. Was it there to pick someone up? Did Director Meng come by helicopter? Normally, provincial departments don't have this kind of treatment.

Looking at that once young face, now devoid of life, Meng Jianguo was filled with mixed emotions. He had considered replacing him with someone else, but wasn't his son his son, and other people's sons also sons? Other people's sons could sacrifice their lives for the security of the country and for the interests of the people, so why should his son stand aside?

His son's words still seemed to echo in his ears: he wanted to be a real policeman, not one living under Meng Jianguo's protection, not one living under his father's wings. He did it. He was a real policeman, a glorious people's policeman, and a hero of the people.

His son is a hero!

Meng Jianguo's face was calm, but his eyes were slightly red. His face, no longer so young, appeared composed and serene, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth bore a striking resemblance to Meng Jianguo's. No, eight out of ten, no, it should be nine out of ten, yes, it should be nine out of ten, at least nine out of ten.

He was a mischievous youth, and later, under his own coercion, he enrolled in the police academy, graduating with the worst grades. He spent a few years working in the provincial police force, but a girl changed the course of his life. Perhaps he knew from the beginning that he was destined to be a policeman.

"Director Meng, are you alright?" Lin Ying couldn't help but ask softly. Tears blurred Meng Jianguo's vision, but he was completely unaware of it.

Lin Ying was a little puzzled. Did Meng Jianguo know Wang Gui? No, that comrade, Meng Haifeng, wait, he also had the surname Meng?

Lin Ying looked up, her eyes filled with shock as she stared at Meng Jianguo. Only then did she realize that Wang Gui's face bore a striking resemblance to Meng Jianguo's, a resemblance that was seven or eight parts...

Meng Jianguo hastily wiped away the tears on his face. At this moment, he was just a father, not the powerful and influential provincial public security chief.

"I'm fine," he replied softly, his voice hoarse and low. "By the way, did he say anything before he died?"

"Yes, he said that if possible, he asked me to tell his daughter that he was sorry to her, that if there is an afterlife, he would never leave her, and that if there is an afterlife, he would definitely be a good father."

Meng Jianguo finally couldn't hold back his tears, which fell like a flood bursting its banks!

Lin Ying was stunned. She stared at Meng Jianguo, seemingly understanding something. Meng Haifeng, Meng Jianguo, they... they couldn't possibly have some kind of relationship, could they? Meng Jianguo had planted his relatives as spies in the mountains?

No, that's unlikely. How could he let his family take such a dangerous job? After all, Meng Jianguo is already the head of the provincial public security bureau; there's absolutely no need for him to do that.

However, Meng Jianguo's next sentence completely stunned her.