Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Click!"

The sound wasn't loud.

But to the ears of Huang Mao and Er Gou, those thugs, it was more deafening than thunder from the heavens.

This is the deadly sound of the gun safety being pushed out and the bullet being chambered!

The blond-haired man's hand, which was holding a wooden stick, froze in mid-air, less than half a meter from Zhang Huaimin's head.

His arrogant face instantly lost its color, and cold sweat instantly soaked through the thin cotton-padded jacket on his back.

The mouth in Liu Haizhong's bangs, which was laughing wildly, looked as if someone had stuffed a handful of frozen yellow earth into it.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

His entire body of fat trembled violently twice, and his eyes involuntarily darted toward the direction from which the sound came.

In the shadows on the side of the east wing.

A tall, imposing figure, as solid as an iron tower, slowly walked out.

It was Chen Bing.

He wasn't wearing civilian clothes today, but instead had changed into a grass-green winter field uniform without collar insignia.

He exuded a suffocating aura of blood and iron.

Behind him.

"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The sound of synchronized footsteps rang out.

Four equally armed guards, wearing steel helmets, emerged like ghosts from various blind spots in the front yard.

They moved swiftly and silently, spreading out in a fan shape.

moment!

Five Type 56 semi-automatic rifles, jet black and gleaming, with a faint smell of gun oil emanating from their barrels.

From five different directions, they locked Liu Haizhong and the four thugs firmly in the center of the encirclement!

The dark muzzle of the gun did not tremble at all.

The cold, metallic luster, under the winter sun, reflected a chilling shadow of death.

Especially the gun in Chen Bing's hand.

The gun muzzle was pointed directly at the fleshy forehead hidden in the bangs.

The distance was less than ten centimeters.

Quiet.

At this moment, the entire Hongxing Courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

Only the soft rustling of the cold wind brushing against the treetops could be heard.

The neighbors in the courtyard who had been peeking around, ready to watch the show.

At this moment, they were all frozen in place, completely dumbfounded.

Yi Zhonghai huddled behind the window, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

He was breathing heavily, his heart pounding in his chest.

"A real gun...that's a real gun..."

Yi Zhonghai muttered to himself, his eyes filled with extreme fear and relief.

Thank goodness! Thank goodness he didn't go crazy with Liu Haizhong!

This isn't a raid on homes, this is a suicide mission!

Qin Huairu was also terrified. She covered her mouth tightly, afraid that she would make a sound and attract the attention of those gun-wielding killers.

In the center of the front yard.

Those four thugs who were just baring their teeth and brandishing their claws have now completely turned into four quails waiting to be slaughtered.

The shovel in Er Gou's hand fell onto the bluestone slab with a "clang".

His legs were trembling violently, and a faint smell of urine was coming from his crotch.

The blond-haired man didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

He slowly, slowly lowered his hands, which were raised in mid-air, and stiffly raised them above his head.

"Sir... it's a misunderstanding... it's all a misunderstanding..."

The blond-haired man's voice trembled, and he was almost in tears from fright.

"It was Captain Liu... Liu Haizhong who sent us! We're just trying to make a living, we don't know anything!"

Faced with real guns and absolute violence.

The pathetic courage of these street thugs crumbled instantly.

Without hesitation, they completely betrayed Liu Haizhong, whom they had just revered as a god.

Liu Haizhong's situation was no better than that of the four thugs.

He felt the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his forehead, and a chilling aura of death rushed straight to his head.

The fat muscles on his face twitched violently.

"Captain Chen... Captain Chen..."

His teeth were chattering and making a clicking sound.

His hands trembled as he held up the red-headed document, which was already crumpled beyond recognition.

"I...I am the deputy leader of the Revolutionary Committee..."

"I have a search warrant for Deputy Director Li... We are carrying out official business..."

"You...you can't do this...this is destroying culture...destroying..."

Liu Haizhong stammered and tried to defend himself with that thin political mask.

however.

Chen Bing looked at him as if he were looking at a cold corpse.

There was no anger, no emotional fluctuation.

There is only one kind of ruthlessness that belongs to soldiers when they carry out military orders.

"On official business?"

Chen Bing snorted coldly, and pushed the muzzle of his gun forward slightly, pressing it directly against Liu Haizhong's forehead.

"In my zone."

"No official business can supersede the highest command order of the military region commander!"

Just when my bangs were about to collapse.

"Click."

Another crisp chewing sound rang out.

Zhang Huaimin, without anyone noticing, had already gone back into the house and brought out a small stool.

He sat comfortably on the inside of the threshold.

He casually tossed the leftover apple core aside.

He pulled a handful of fragrant roasted sunflower seeds from his small pocket.

"Crack, crack."

Zhang Huaimin leisurely cracked open some sunflower seeds, spitting out the shells as he did so.

That relaxed, carefree, spectator-like posture.

This creates a stark, even absurd, contrast with the tense, bloody battlefield before them!

"Brother Chen."

Zhang Huaimin spat out a sunflower seed shell and looked up.

Those clear, big eyes looked at Chen Bing, and a naive smile appeared on her lips.

"That Captain Liu was quite impressive just now."

Zhang Huaimin pointed to Liu Haizhong, whose face was as pale as paper.

The crisp sound echoed throughout the quiet courtyard.

He said I had contraband hidden in my house.

He said he held an "imperial edict" in his hand, and no special privileges would apply.

Zhang Huaimin tilted his head, his tone carrying a hint of feigned distress and innocence.

"He also said that he wanted to get those confidential blueprints in our room, as well as those materials that were personally approved by the top leader."

"They searched them all and took them back to their Revolutionary Committee for 'investigation'."

Every extra word Zhang Huaimin uttered.

Liu Haizhong's face paled even more.

Upon hearing the words "classified blueprints" and "high-ranking leader,"

The last shred of hope in Liu Hai's heart was completely shattered.

He felt as if his soul had been emptied, and an indescribable despair and fear completely overwhelmed him.

How could he forget!

This house houses more than just a child.

That's a super national treasure that can handcraft generators, develop bulletproof steel plates, and has been personally visited by top national leaders!

The things in his room are all top-secret national secrets!

With his bangs, he looked like a small steel mill worker wearing a red armband.

They actually dared to attempt to search the nation's highest-level military security facility?!

This is not a raid on a property.

This is tantamount to rebellion, it's treason!

"I...I didn't...I'm not..."

Liu Haizhong completely broke down.

His legs buckled, and with a "thump," his over 200-pound obese body collapsed.

They knelt heavily on the cold, hard bluestone slab without any dignity.

"Advisor Huaimin...my little darling! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Liu Haizhong kowtowed frantically, his forehead slamming against the stone slab with a loud "bang," and soon blood appeared.

"I was blinded by greed! I was fooled by that bastard Li Lixin!"

"Please, for the sake of us being neighbors."

"Make Captain Chen put down his gun! I'll never do it again! I'll leave right now! I'll leave immediately!"

Liu Haizhong kowtowed while snot and tears streamed down his face.

That obsequious, groveling, and begging attitude.

This is the most ironic contrast to his arrogant and domineering "Captain Liu" image just minutes before.

Watching the villain kneeling on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

Zhang Huaimin didn't even lift his eyelids.

He continued to slowly crack open the sunflower seeds.

To show even the slightest pity to such opportunistic and unscrupulous people is a desecration of state violence.

"Brother Chen."

Zhang Huaimin swatted the sunflower seed shells off his hand and stood up.

He wiped the smile off his face, and a chilling glint, like that of an polar glacier, flashed in his eyes, which should have been full of childlike innocence.

"I don't like people waving sticks and yelling in front of my house."

"It's noisy."

Zhang Huaimin turned around, stepped over the threshold, and prepared to go back inside.

"The rest, do it your way."

"yes!"

Chen Bing stood at attention, his eyes blazing with intense killing intent.

He turned his head and looked at Liu Haizhong kneeling on the ground and the four terrified thugs.

There was no warmth in Chen Bing's eyes.

It's as if Death is watching over something that is about to die.

He did it slowly, very slowly.

He raised his right hand, which was holding the pistol.