Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Just after the first day of the Lunar New Year, the morning air in Beijing was chilly enough to freeze one's bones and marrow.

The sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

On the bluestone path of Nanluoguxiang, which was covered with the remaining snow, there was not a single pedestrian in sight.

Sudden.

"Boom—!"

A heavy, violent roar of a diesel engine rolled in from the alley entrance like muffled thunder.

A large Jiefang brand truck, covered with a military green canvas canopy, drove aggressively into the alley, crushing the ice shards on the ground.

The wheels kicked up a cloud of snow and finally came to a steady stop in front of the two vermilion gates of the Red Star Courtyard.

"Bang! Bang!"

The tailgate of the truck was slammed down with a deafening metallic clang.

Followed by.

"Everyone, get off the bus!"

Accompanied by a loud, powerful shout.

Ten soldiers, dressed in heavy grass-green military overcoats and wearing gleaming steel helmets, looked like tigers descending from the mountain.

They jumped off the train car in perfect unison.

The military boots slammed onto the icy ground with a dull "crackling" sound.

This is no ordinary militia security officer.

Each of them held a shiny black Type 56 semi-automatic rifle horizontally in their hand!

In the dim morning light, the triangular bayonet in front of the gun muzzle reflected a chilling, bloodthirsty glint.

A strong, ruthless killing intent, truly emanating from someone who had been on the battlefield, instantly enveloped the entire courtyard.

Intermediate People's Court.

These past two days, Jia Zhangshi has been crying and wailing on the kang (a heated brick bed) because she broke her finger and was arrested.

She really couldn't hold her pee any longer this early in the morning.

He casually threw on a tattered cotton-padded jacket that reeked of sourness, and carried a chipped old chamber pot in his hand.

He pushed open the door while cursing and trembling.

"That damned Zhang Huaimin, he's ruined our family so badly, why doesn't God send down a bolt of lightning to strike him dead..."

With her eyelids drooping and cursing under her breath, Jia Zhangshi strode toward the sewer in the middle of the yard.

She had just walked into the passageway.

He groggily looked up, ready to throw the basin of yellowish-white stuff away.

Just one glance.

It felt as if a handful of rusty caltrops had been suddenly stuffed into Jia Zhangshi's throat.

All the curses and sounds were abruptly silenced.

At the hanging flower gate leading to the front yard.

Before anyone knew it, two towering men in military uniforms had appeared.

Their faces were expressionless, their eyes as cold as if they were looking at a corpse.

The most dangerous thing was that the dark muzzle of the rifle was slightly lowered as she appeared.

A sharp military dagger, from a distance of more than ten meters, was pointed directly at her face!

"Oh my god..."

Madam Jia gasped, her breath even colder than ice.

At that moment, all the fat on his body began to spasm uncontrollably and violently.

She's lived most of her life, and all she knows is how to throw tantrums and act unreasonably.

When have I ever seen such a scene of real guns and bullets, where people are about to kill each other at the slightest provocation?

That fear, emanating from the depths of her soul, instantly shattered all her psychological defenses.

"Splash!"

Jia Zhangshi's hands, which were already trembling with fear, completely lost their strength.

The broken enamel basin, which was half-filled with urine, slipped from my hand and fell to the ground.

impartial.

A basin full of foul-smelling, cold, yellowish-white stuff was completely turned upside down in mid-air.

It all poured onto her own cotton trousers crotch and those tattered cotton shoes!

The icy urine mixed with the biting cold wind froze instantly into ice.

But at this moment, Jia Zhangshi felt neither nausea nor cold.

She was so frightened that she scrambled to her feet, her legs buckling on the ground like noodles.

"Don't shoot... I didn't cause any trouble... Don't shoot!"

She covered her head with her hands, like a terrified sow, frantically crawling back in the snow.

He tumbled and crashed into his own dilapidated house.

With a loud bang, he slammed the door shut, then huddled under the covers behind it, trembling like a leaf, his face streaked with tears and snot.

The commotion was so great that people in the courtyard quietly opened the doors and windows of every household, leaving only a crack.

The residents of the compound peered through the cracks in the door at the soldiers standing ramrod straight outside, armed with guns.

They all covered their mouths, too scared to even breathe.

at this time.

Chen Bing, dressed in a crisp military uniform, strode to the center of the front yard.

He glanced around at the eyes peeking in from behind the windows.

He snorted coldly and pulled out a document stamped with several bright red seals from his pocket.

"Listen up, all residents of the compound!"

Chen Bing gathered his strength, and his powerful voice boomed throughout the courtyard.

"By joint approval of the leaders of the highest industrial ministry and the military region!"

"From this moment forward!"

"The east wing of the front courtyard of the Hongxing Courtyard and the surrounding ten-meter area have been officially designated as a 'Top-Tier Military-Grade Confidential Zone'!"

Chen Bing's gaze was like lightning, coldly sweeping across the middle and back courtyards.

"The personal safety of Advisor Zhang Huaimin is under the 24/7 protection of the First Squad of the Special Guard Regiment!"

"Anyone who dares to linger, spy, or even attempt to approach the east wing without permission."

Chen Bing suddenly raised his hand.

"Click!"

The ten soldiers standing in the courtyard moved in perfect unison.

In an instant, the bolt was pulled back, and the bullet was chambered with a crisp click!

"All guards possess supreme authority to handle emergencies!"

"No need to ask for permission, shoot them on the spot!"

boom!

These words, accompanied by the chilling clang of a gun bolt.

It was like an invisible, massive hammer that slammed down on the skulls of all the beasts in the entire academy.

Shoot them on the spot!

These four words, carrying a strong stench of blood, completely shattered the last shred of hope in the hearts of these ordinary citizens.

Intermediate People's Court.

Yi Zhonghai was supposed to go to the foundry workshop at the factory for the early shift today.

He was holding half a dry cornbread in his hand, just about to leave.

Upon hearing Chen Bing's announcement, he felt like a boneless rag doll.

His old face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color.

He swallowed hard, his legs trembling.

Even if he was running late for work, he dared not walk on the path in the middle of the yard.

Yi Zhonghai hunched over, like a slut who couldn't stand the light of day.

His back was pressed firmly against the cold, blue brick wall.

He wished he could embed himself into a crack in the wall to escape the guards' sharp gaze.

One step, two steps.

He huddled against the wall, in an extremely comical and humiliating posture, slowly inching towards the front gate.

Even in sub-zero temperatures, cold sweat dripped from my forehead like beads from a broken string.

"Don't look at me... I'm just passing by..."

Yi Zhonghai prayed frantically in his heart, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

His most prized possessions—his dignity and prestige—were shattered in the face of those dark, menacing gun barrels.

It's not even worth a fart.

After finally making it to the main gate, I ran into Yan Bugui, who was also getting ready to leave for school.

Yan Bugui's plight was no better than Yi Zhonghai's.

His gold-rimmed glasses sat askew on his nose, and he clutched a tattered briefcase tightly in his hands.

He clung tightly to the door frame like a gecko.

"Old...Old Yi..."

Yan Bugui's lips were purple, and his teeth were chattering, making a clicking sound.

"This...this setup...Huaimin...he's really got connections!"

Yi Zhonghai didn't dare to reply at all, and just nodded haphazardly.

The two looked at each other and saw the unfathomable fear in each other's eyes.

They only truly understand now.

That five-and-a-half-year-old child has completely detached himself from their world.

They are now true living ancestors, national treasures protected by the country with real guns and ammunition, with the army and bayonets!

Their previous moral blackmail and petty scheming.

It's utterly ridiculous and outrageous that it's so brutally suppressed by state violence.

Inside the east wing.

Zhang Huaimin sat on a small stool by the window, holding a steaming cup of milk.

He looked out the window at the neighbors who were scurrying away along the wall, terrified out of their wits.

A faint, cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

The cards are all there.

This physical deterrent is more effective than any verbal warning.

From then on, the courtyard house was finally completely quiet.

No more fools dared to bother him.

Zhang Huaimin slowly finished the last sip of milk and was about to go back to his bed to lie down for a while.

Just then.

Suddenly, a piercing, rapid screeching sound of car tires screeching against the ground came from the alley outside the courtyard.

"Gah—!"

A dark green Beijing Jeep came to a frantic stop at the gate, almost as if it were drifting.

The car door was kicked open from the inside.

Director Wang of the neighborhood office even had his usually neatly combed hair all disheveled.

Her face was deathly pale, and her forehead was covered in large beads of sweat. She didn't even notice the armed guards outside the door.

Stumbling and tumbling, they rushed into the front yard.

"Huaimin! Huaimin!"

Director Wang's voice was completely distorted by extreme fear and anxiety, and it was clearly choked with sobs.

She rushed to the door of the east wing and pushed it open abruptly.

"Quick! Come with me!"

Director Wang grabbed Zhang Huaimin's small hand, his whole body trembling.

"The top leader... the top leader is suddenly critically ill!"