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

Li Dakang's mind went blank.

He stared intently at the dozen or so steel behemoths hovering in mid-air outside the window. The gale-force winds whipped up by their massive propellers not only tousled his hair but also completely shattered all his dignity and confidence as the Party Secretary of the Municipal Committee.

The representative of the strongest fighting force?

This is no longer a matter of combat strength.

Qi Tongwei leaned against the door frame, barely managing to stay upright. He felt his throat was burning, and he felt as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar, frozen to the bone.

He had spent half his life in the military and boasted that he had seen all sorts of grand scenes.

But what he saw before him completely shattered all his preconceived notions.

In that moment of distraction, the side doors of the dozen or so armed helicopters slid open in unison.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A dozen thick, black rappelling ropes, like the forked tongues of venomous snakes, were precisely thrown down. The ends of the ropes, with metal hooks, slammed heavily onto the concrete ground of the branch office compound, making a crisp impact sound.

next second.

More than thirty figures dressed in full black special operations uniforms filed out of the open hatch.

They were like black lightning bolts clinging to a rope, sliding down at high speed in an anti-gravity manner.

Their movements were incredibly fast; from leaving the cabin to landing, the entire process took only three seconds.

After landing, there was no pause whatsoever.

More than thirty special forces members, wearing gas masks with only their cold eyes showing, instantly formed several standard assault teams. Like red-hot blades, they cut into the chaotic special police formation, which was thrown into disarray by thick smoke and strong winds.

"Enemy attack! Open fire! Open fire now!"

A special police squad leader could barely make out the figures rushing towards him through the thick smoke. He raised his Type 95 rifle and was about to pull the trigger.

However, he was fast, but his opponent was even faster.

A dark figure emerged from the thick fog beside him like a ghost.

The special forces soldier didn't even use a gun. With a flick of his wrist, a black stun baton popped out.

"Sizzle—"

A blue-white arc of electricity exploded in the dim light, accompanied by a short scream. The squad leader who tried to fight back convulsed violently, his rifle flew out of his hand, and he fell straight backward.

The shadowy figure didn't even glance at him, casually shifting the butt of his tactical rifle to the side.

"Bang!"

Another SWAT officer's helmet was hit hard, he groaned and collapsed to the ground.

The whole process was so smooth and fast that it was impossible to see the movements clearly.

This was a one-sided massacre.

No, it's worse than a massacre.

Because the other side didn't even fire a single shot, but used only the most primitive physical means to rout this group of so-called provincial elites.

Qi Tongwei's hand unconsciously reached for the walkie-talkie at his waist, his fingers turning white from the force.

He roared, issuing commands into the microphone.

"Counterattack! Everyone, counterattack immediately!"

"Where's the sniper?! Where did the sniper go?! Shoot those flies down from the sky!"

The only response he received was a jarring static of electricity.

"Shhh... Warning... Full band... Electronic interference..."

Intermittent synthesized sounds came from the walkie-talkie, then fell completely silent.

The heavy technical team activated military-grade full-band electronic jamming the very first second the operation began.

Not to mention walkie-talkies, all civilian and police communication signals over the entire Guangming District have been completely blocked.

This place has become an information island.

Inside the compound.

The sounds of electric batons striking bodies, the dull thud of tactical rifle butts hitting helmets, and the thud of bodies falling to the ground rose and fell in succession.

With their vision and communications completely cut off, the special police officers were thrown into complete disarray.

They were like a swarm of headless flies, bumping around in the thick smoke, unable to mount any effective resistance.

Meanwhile, the thirty-odd Dragon Fang reserve special forces members acted as if they were on their own home turf.

Wearing specially designed tactical goggles, the thick smoke had no effect on them. Clear commands from their commander came through their headsets, allowing them to coordinate flawlessly.

To divide, surround, and disarm.

The entire process was calm, efficient, and possessed a mechanical beauty.

Only ten minutes had passed.

The battle was over when most of the thick smoke in the yard was blown away by the propeller's gale.

More than 300 fully armed special police officers have now all been disarmed.

They lay or knelt, their hands behind their heads, divided into small groups, squatting in the open space of the courtyard.

Those dark gun barrels were pressed against the back of their heads.

City police chief Zhao Donglai was pinned to the hood of a police car by two tall special forces officers, his cheek pressed against the cold metal, unable to move. His once crisp police uniform was now covered in stains and looked utterly disheveled.

Dozens of special forces members are quickly collecting the body cameras scattered on the ground.

They gathered the devices together, took out specialized equipment, and performed data erasure and physical destruction on the spot.

No video or photographic records were left.

This is a fundamental principle of military operations.

Qi Tongwei stared blankly at the scene outside the window.

Watching his prized elite troops being easily subdued like lambs to the slaughter.

Looking at the police firearms piled up like small mountains on the open ground.

His hands began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

He felt his faith crumble at that moment.

Li Dakang leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

The anger, toughness, and confidence in his eyes had completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a deep fear and a sense of bewilderment that all was lost.

He finally understood what Shen Zhong meant by "You know nothing about power".

Inside the hall, Shen Zhong didn't even bother to look out the window again.

He had already anticipated that scene.

He gestured to Zhou Weiguo beside him.

"Weiguo, open the gate."

"yes!"

Zhou Weiguo walked to the heavy glass door of the branch office and pulled it open.

Welcoming the victorious warriors.

A particularly burly special operations captain, carrying the rank of captain on his shoulder, strode in.

He walked up to Shen Zhong, stood with his feet together, and gave Shen Zhong a perfectly standard military salute.

"Reporting, sir!"

"Dragon Fang Special Forces, Handong Branch, ordered to complete the clearing mission!"

"We suffered no casualties, and the enemy... is completely incapacitated!"

Shen Zhong returned the salute and then slowly turned around.

His face remained expressionless.

His gaze passed over the special forces captain and landed on the ashen-faced, swaying figure at the doorway.

Shen Zhong stretched out his hand and pointed to the more than three hundred "prisoners" squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands in the courtyard outside.

He turned to look at Li Dakang and Qi Tongwei behind him and spoke calmly.

"Is this the consequence you wanted to show me?"

"Now let's see what consequences I've prepared for you."