Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

With a slight push of his toes, Shen Zhong's hard rubber soles rolled over Cheng Du's hand bones.

"ah--!"

Cheng Du's screams echoed in the hall, but he quickly bit his lip to stifle them.

Because he saw those eyes looking down at him.

There was no emotional fluctuation whatsoever, as if he were watching a stray dog ​​whose leg had just been broken on the roadside.

Cheng Du lay sprawled on the cold marble floor, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. His gaze passed over the heavy military boots and fell upon a pool of red and white substance at the bottom of the stairs that had not yet solidified.

Old Ma's head was half gone, and his body was still twitching from time to time.

They really killed him.

No warning, no negotiation, just a headshot.

These soldiers aren't here to enforce the law; they're here to cleanse.

"No...don't kill me..."

Cheng Du made a gurgling sound in his throat, and the arrogant and domineering attitude he had shown in the interrogation room had long since disappeared along with the smell of urine in his crotch.

The police officers who had been squatting in a circle against the wall had their heads buried in their knees, wishing there was a crack in the ground they could disappear into.

A dozen or so Type 95 rifles stood with their dark muzzles pointed at them. Who dared to move? Who dared to even breathe?

Not far away, two military doctors accompanying the team were treating Zhang Xiao's wounds as he sat on a chair.

The scissors cut open the blood-stained clothes, revealing the gaping wounds underneath.

Zhang Xiao remained silent, staring intently at Cheng Du, who was lying on the ground, with a gaze more ferocious than a wolf's.

Shen Zhong pulled his foot back.

He bent down and picked up a few pieces of paper from the pile of mess.

That's a photocopy of Grandpa Zhang Xiao's file.

There was still half a dirty shoe print on it, which was where Cheng Du had stepped.

Shen Zhong's movements were slow and meticulous.

He took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiped the dust off the paper, then folded it neatly and put it into the inner pocket of his military uniform.

After doing all this, he looked at Chengdu again.

"Get him a chair."

Zhou Weiguo picked up a folding chair with one hand and slammed it down in front of Cheng Du with a thud.

"sit."

This single word seemed to be forced out from between teeth, carrying the lingering smell of gunpowder.

I wouldn't dare sit there.

He shakily got up from the ground, his knees as weak as noodles, his buttocks barely touching the edge of the chair, as if he were hanging on the chair.

Shen Zhong pulled a box of unmarked white cigarettes from his pocket.

He pulled one out and put it in his mouth.

As if by reflex, Cheng Qu frantically rummaged through his clothes and pulled out a lighter covered in sweat.

"Clatter".

Missed.

My hands are shaking so badly that I can't use my thumbs at all.

"Clatter".

Still no luck.

Cheng Du was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and the more anxious he became, the more his hands trembled. The lighter almost flew out of his hands several times.

He desperately wanted to prove something, even something as small as lighting a cigarette, as long as it pleased this living devil in front of him, he would be willing to let him live for even a second longer.

Shen Zhong didn't even glance at him.

"Smack."

A crisp sound.

Shen Zhong now held a delicate windproof lighter in his hand, its pale blue flame flickering as he lit a cigarette.

A bluish-white smoke rose up.

Cheng Du's hand, holding the lighter, froze in mid-air. Embarrassment and fear made his swollen face look particularly comical.

Shen Zhong took a deep drag of his cigarette and pointed to the phone on the table whose screen was still lit up.

Those were just found by Zhou Weiguo during his search.

The screen is still displaying the newsletter.

Cheng Du stared at the phone, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed a non-existent saliva.

He dared not take it.

"Weren't you quite arrogant in the interrogation room just now?"

Shen Zhong flicked his cigarette ash, his tone as casual as if he were chatting about everyday things.

"Tell me, did you lose your mind, or did someone teach you to do it?"

Cheng Du felt a jolt run through his body, his eyes darting around.

"Secretary Shen...it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! I...I didn't know it was real, I thought it was a fake certificate..."

"Fake certificate?"

Shen Zhong smiled.

But the smile vanished before it even reached his eyes.

"You're a veteran criminal investigator. What's the significance of a First-Class Merit Medal? You wouldn't recognize it?"

Du Cheng stood there, speechless, his mouth agape.

"Also, don't tell me it's a misunderstanding."

Shen Zhong leaned forward, and the invisible pressure felt like a mountain pressing down on him.

"I'll ask you one thing: is your lawlessness backed by Zhao Lichun or by Li Dakang?"

The moment those two names were mentioned, the atmosphere in the entire hall became even more oppressive.

Zhao Lichun, Secretary of the Handong Provincial Party Committee.

Li Dakang, Secretary of the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee.

These are the two most powerful people in Handong Province.

The young man spoke of it so casually, even with a hint of contempt.

Cheng Du's face was ashen white.

His biggest asset is Zhao Ruilong, and behind Zhao Ruilong is Zhao Lichun.

As for Li Dakang, although I didn't like him, I tacitly allowed him to do the dirty work in front of the project in order to maintain stability in the Guangmingfeng project.

But now, it seems that neither of these two great Buddhas can suppress the god before them.

Here, take your phone.

Shen Zhong pushed his phone forward, swiped it across the table, and stopped it next to Cheng Du.

"I see you're really itching to ask for help, aren't you?"

Several soldiers around them simultaneously pulled back their rifle bolts.

"Snap!"

The crisp metallic clanging sound startled Du Cheng so much that he almost slipped off his chair.

Zhou Weiguo walked up expressionlessly, raised the muzzle of his Type 95 rifle, and pressed it hard against Cheng Du's chin.

The icy touch caused Du's sphincter muscles to lose control again.

"Take it."

Zhou Weiguo shouted.

Cheng Du reached out shakily and grabbed the phone several times before finally managing to hold it.

Fingerprint unlock.

Because there was sweat and blood scabs on my fingers, it took three attempts to remove the shackles.

The light from the screen illuminated his bloodless face.

Shen Zhong leaned back in his chair, exhaled a smoke ring, and his eyes revealed a hint of mockery and cruelty.

"Whoever is behind you, bring them all here tonight."

"Whether it's Zhao Lichun or Li Dakang."

Shen Zhong raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

I'll give you half an hour.

"Let's see who dares to come and rescue you tonight, who can save your dog's life."