Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

Sun Damaizi swung the threaded steel bar and slammed it down hard on Lou Zhenhua's shoulder.

At this critical moment.

Boom! ...

The tightly closed, two-centimeter-thick rusted iron gate of the textile factory emitted a deafening bang!

A black, bulletproof, reinforced Hongqi sedan, like a raging ancient beast, smashed through two iron gates weighing hundreds of kilograms with terrifying kinetic energy!

The twisted and deformed iron gate tumbled in mid-air before crashing heavily onto the concrete ground ten meters away, kicking up clouds of dust and rain.

The Hongqi sedan executed a beautiful drift in the middle of the factory, coming to a smooth stop less than twenty meters from Sun Dama. The blinding headlights shone directly on the dozen or so rebels inside, making it impossible for them to open their eyes.

"Who goes there! What are you doing!" Sun Dama was shocked. The steel bar in his hand clattered to the ground, and he subconsciously reached for the homemade pistol tucked into his waistband.

But he didn't have time to draw his gun.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Suddenly, as if divine soldiers had descended from the sky, more than a dozen black figures leaped into the dilapidated windows and skylights of the factory.

This is a special operations team directly under the Central Security Bureau! Although they were not wearing any rank insignia, their jet-black combat uniforms and the miniature submachine guns equipped with silencers they held exuded a suffocating aura of death.

There was absolutely no nonsense or warning.

puff!puff!puff!

The muffled gunshots rang out in the rainy night. Before the rebels could even scream, their wrists and knees, gripping their guns, instantly erupted in sprays of blood.

In less than ten seconds, the dozen or so rebels standing in the factory all fell to the ground in pools of blood, screaming in agony. Their weapons were kicked away, and each of them had a military knife pressed firmly against their throat by two operatives.

Absolute military superiority, textbook-level tactical assault.

The whole process was so smooth and fast that it made you forget to breathe.

The rear door of the Hongqi sedan was slowly pushed open at this moment.

A pair of gleaming black leather shoes stepped onto the cement ground, which was mixed with rainwater and blood.

Lin Yang, dressed in that dark gray woolen overcoat, looked like a god of death emerging from the night. His steps were steady and rhythmic, each step seeming to tread on Sun Dama's heart.

Chen Feng followed closely behind, holding a loaded pistol in his hand.

Sun Dama was being held down by two special forces soldiers, his face pressed firmly against the cold cement. When he managed to lift his head and see the face of the man approaching, his blood froze instantly.

"Lin...Lin Yang..." Sun Dama's teeth chattered wildly, and a foul-smelling yellow liquid flowed out of his trouser leg, instantly wetting the ground.

Lin Yang didn't even glance at him. In Lin Yang's eyes, this kind of vermin was an insult to him to even look at him.

He walked straight up to Lou Zhenhua, who was tied to an iron chair.

Chen Feng immediately stepped forward, drew his military knife, and cleanly cut the thick hemp rope binding Lou Zhenhua.

"Minister Lin..." Lou Zhenhua, now free, saw the man who had descended like a god, and his eyes instantly reddened. He forced himself to stand up, ignoring his injuries, and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle.

"Old Lou, I'm sorry you had a fright." Lin Yang reached out and patted Lou Zhenhua's shoulder, his tone gentle and reassuring.

"My old bones are fine. It's my incompetence that has caused trouble for the minister." Lou Zhenhua lowered his head in shame.

Lin Yang turned around, his gaze finally landing on Sun Dama, who was slumped on the ground.

That look was as if he were looking at a dead object.

"Chen Feng," Lin Yang said calmly.

"arrive!"

"Load all these dozen or so people into the truck. Take them to the black jail in Xishan. I don't need confessions, nor do I need to know who's behind them." Lin Yang's voice was flat, yet it carried a chilling cruelty.

"Anyone who dares to touch me in Beijing is declaring war on me. Break their arms and legs, and uproot their entire network of connections overnight. Everyone connected to this 'Red Storm' will be imprisoned in Qincheng Prison without exception, charged with counter-revolutionary sabotage. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Chen Feng stood at attention, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Sun Damazi completely broke down, desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy: "Minister Lin! Grandpa Lin! Spare me! I was just following orders! It was the Municipal Revolutionary Committee..."

boom!

Chen Feng smashed the butt of his rifle into the back of Sun Dama's head, knocking him unconscious.

"Old Lou, get in the car. I'll take you to the hospital first." Lin Yang ignored the group of mangled flesh on the ground and turned to walk towards the Hongqi sedan.

Half an hour later, in a top-secret military hospital in the western suburbs of Beijing.

The strong smell of disinfectant filled the corridor. Lou Zhenhua had been moved to a special care ward, where a military doctor was treating his soft tissue contusions and bruises.

Lin Yang sat on a rest chair in the corridor outside the ward, flipping through some of the information about the Northeast Industrial Base that Zhao Lichun had just sent.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

"dad!"

With a cry of alarm punctuated by tears, Lou Xiao'e, wearing a pair of small black leather shoes, rushed over without hesitation.

Lou Xiao'e is now a far cry from the pampered young lady who was unaware of the dangers of the world in the courtyard house.

Under Lin Yang's protection and arrangements, she successfully gained admission to one of the best key universities in Beijing, where she studied industrial economics and management.

In her early twenties, she had blossomed into a graceful young woman, her brows now bearing an air of intelligence and resilience. Yet, upon hearing the news of her father's kidnapping, she was still terrified, her face paling and her eyes red-rimmed.

When she rushed to the ward door and saw Lou Zhenhua lying safely on the hospital bed, she finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and tears streamed down her face.

Lou Zhenhua quickly reassured his daughter, then pointed to the door and said, "Xiao'e, I'm alright. It's all thanks to your godfather arriving in time. Go and kowtow to him to thank him."

Lou Xiao'e turned around and walked out of the ward.

She looked at Lin Yang, who was sitting on the bench, wearing a woolen coat and exuding an aura of majesty as deep as a mountain.

Lou Xiao'e's feelings for Lin Yang are extremely complex.

When her family faced annihilation, this man descended like a god, not only saving her father's life but also giving her a bright future.

Deep in her heart, besides fervent admiration and gratitude for Lin Yang, there was also a hidden girlish sentiment that she had been suppressing and dared not express.

She knew she was not good enough for this man who was like a towering mountain, so she studied hard, hoping that one day she could share his burdens.