Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

In the cold snow, Liu Haizhong shivered violently, looking like a fat toad scalded by boiling water.

His chubby face, frozen purple, was pressed tightly against the ground.

The wound on his forehead, which had been bruised before, was oozing blood, which mixed with ice shards, creating an extremely comical and pathetic pattern on his face.

His crotch, soaked with yellowish water, quickly froze in the cold wind, causing his two thick legs to tremble uncontrollably.

"Director Yang... Director Zhou..."

Hearing the crunching sound of leather shoes on the snow approaching, Liu Haizhong struggled to lift his head.

His eyes, red from the cold, were filled with humble pleas and desperate tears.

"I'm innocent... I really came to check for contraband... It was Deputy Director Li's order..."

Liu Haizhong still tried to grab onto that rotten straw, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

"Shut your stinking mouth!"

Factory Director Yang roared and strode forward.

He looked at the bright red "Deputy Captain of the Revolutionary Committee" armband on Liu Haizhong's left arm and found it extremely irritating.

"Bang!"

Factory Director Yang showed no mercy and kicked Liu Haizhong hard in the arm.

The immense force not only kicked away the ridiculous armband, but also sent Liu Haizhong tumbling halfway across the snow.

"Searching for contraband? You've come to a top-secret national area?!"

Factory Director Yang's voice trembled with extreme anger, echoing in the deathly silent courtyard.

"How many heads did you grow out of your bangs?!"

"I...I don't know! I really didn't know this was a confidential area!"

Liu Haizhong looked like a wriggling maggot, desperately trying to get up and kowtow, but was held down firmly by two soldiers.

"you do not know?!"

Factory Director Yang sneered and pulled the top-secret investigation document from his briefcase.

With a "smack," it slapped hard across the chubby face in the bangs.

The documents were scattered, and the few lines of bold, large characters on them were shocking.

"The results of the investigation into Li Lixin's treason case: Liu Haizhong, a former level seven blacksmith, was a core member of Li Lixin's corrupt interest group."

"He repeatedly abused his position to withhold and embezzle high-level experimental materials belonging to consultant Zhang Huaimin!"

"He also instigated his son, Liu Guangtian, to break into a classified waste disposal area at night in an attempt to steal top-secret national military supplies!"

boom!

These charges were like several mountains crashing down on Liu Haizhong's spine.

His body, weighing over 200 pounds, suddenly stiffened, and his eyes widened like those of a dead fish.

It’s over.

It's all over.

He should have known this day would come the moment his son, Liu Guangtian, was arrested.

It's laughable that he actually dared to dream that he could use that "search warrant" to get revenge on Zhang Huaimin.

He's practically carrying a bomb and jumping into a fire pit!

"Liu Haizhong".

Director Zhou Jianguo, who had remained silent until now, slowly stepped forward.

His weathered eyes held no pity, only deep hatred for such national traitors.

Zhou Jianguo pulled out a pair of gleaming steel handcuffs from his waist.

"Click!"

The crisp metallic clanging sound was like a death knell.

"You are suspected of participating in the theft of military secrets in an attempt to undermine the technological development of a major power."

Zhou Jianguo's voice was icy, each word like a knife.

"Although the mastermind, Li Lixin, has been dealt with by military law, you, as an accomplice, are unforgivable!"

Zhou Jianguo threw the handcuffs onto the snow in front of Liu Haizhong.

"Based on the latest instructions from higher command!"

"Effective immediately, Liu Haizhong is hereby dismissed from all positions at Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, including his status as a worker!"

"Considering that no substantial serious consequences have occurred, the death penalty has been waived."

"Sentenced to life imprisonment with deprivation of political rights, and exiled to the logistics department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, responsible for cleaning and carrying manure from all the dry toilets in the mill!"

"He shall never return to the workshop for the rest of his life! Until he dies of old age!"

A night soil collector! For life!

These three words are a million times more cruel than simply shooting him!

Liu Haizhong spent his entire life scheming to become an official, and he was even willing to sell his own son for the position of workshop director.

The result is now.

He didn't become an official.

In this life and the next, he will spend his life in that stinking cesspool, surrounded by excrement and urine!

"No...no! I don't want to carry manure! I don't want to!"

The immense psychological gap and extreme fear instantly shattered the last shred of reason in Liu Hai's eyes.

He let out a desperate howl, like a wild beast on its deathbed.

His eyes suddenly rolled upwards, leaving only the whites of his eyes visible.

Followed by.

His massive body convulsed violently twice, and he spat out a mouthful of white foam.

With a "squeak".

He was so terrified that he collapsed and fell into a coma on the spot.

"take away!"

Zhou Jianguo didn't even glance at Liu Haizhong on the ground, and waved his hand in disgust.

Two fierce-looking field army soldiers stepped forward.

Like dragging a fat pig that's half dead.

One person grabbed one of Liu Haizhong's arms, dragging a long, filthy trail of urine and blood across the snow.

Without any mercy, they shoved him into the back of a military truck.

Those four thugs who came with Liu Haizhong to ransack the house.

At this moment, he was so frightened that he soiled himself, and his crotch was completely wet.

They knelt on the ground, desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy, their foreheads bleeding profusely from the repeated blows.

"Sir, spare us! We really didn't know anything! Liu Haizhong forced us to come!"

"Take him back to the station and interrogate him thoroughly!"

At Zhou Jianguo's command, the four thugs were also handcuffed and thrown into the police car like trash.

A farcical "confiscation" of property.

Under the most iron-fisted and ruthless crushing force of the state apparatus.

In less than five minutes.

It ended extremely cleanly and decisively by completely destroying the villains and making them the biggest laughing stock in the factory's history.

In the front yard.

The chilling, desolate atmosphere had not yet dissipated.

Factory Director Yang and Director Zhou exchanged a glance, and then turned their heads simultaneously to look at the tightly closed door of the east wing.

They did not disturb Zhang Huaimin.

He simply gave a solemn salute to the gate from afar.

Then, the two turned around, quickly walked out of the courtyard, got into the jeep, and left.

Military trucks and armored vehicles roared away from the alley entrance.

Only the ten heavily armed special guards remained.

They still stand guard like an iron wall, firmly protecting the gate of the courtyard and the doorway of Zhang Huaimin's house.

yard.

More than a hundred residents remained kneeling in the snow with their hands behind their heads.

A full ten minutes passed.

After confirming that those killing gods had really left.

Only then did someone dare to raise their head, trembling, and gasp for breath.

Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui knelt at the very back of the crowd.

The two of them looked even more miserable than beggars at that moment.

Yi Zhonghai's old cotton-padded coat was covered in mud and snow, and the cold sweat on his forehead had frozen into ice crystals.

Yan Bugui was so frightened that he didn't even know where his gold-rimmed glasses had fallen off, and his beady eyes were bloodshot with terror.

They witnessed Liu Haizhong's fate firsthand.

That "Captain Liu" who was so high-spirited and arrogant just yesterday.

Today, he has become a pile of mud, a latrine cleaner with no hope of ever getting ahead.

This contrast of falling from the clouds to hell in an instant, this destructive power that is utterly devastating.

This completely shattered the last glimmer of hope in the hearts of these two old foxes.

Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui turned their heads with difficulty and looked at each other.

They looked into each other's eyes.

I saw the extreme relief of surviving a disaster, and the deep-seated fear of that little devil in the east wing!