Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Zhao Shanhe looked at him and twitched his lips: "You're quick to put that label on me."

Xu Xiangdong sneered, ignoring the remark, but instead took a half step forward, pointing his finger hard at Zhao Shanhe's chest, and said, word by word, "Mr. Liang Jiajun is a Hong Kong technical expert invited by Director Li Yuanchao."

"This man was here to help your Red Star Machinery Factory transform. But he was kidnapped just a few days after he arrived, and was eventually shot and died in the hospital."

As he said this, his eyes behind his glasses stared intently at Zhao Shanhe, his voice growing lower and lower: "What's even more coincidental is that when Liang Jiajun was shot, almost everyone standing at the scene was one of your men, Zhao Shanhe."

"Besides yourselves, no one else saw with their own eyes who fired the shot, who was making the move, or whether the armed thugs you mentioned were actually outside."

"You're just saying that Liang Jiajun was kidnapped by a group of armed thugs. But do those people really exist, or are they just scapegoats you're deliberately throwing out to confuse the public? Who can vouch for you?"

Xu Xiangdong's lips curled into a cold, sinister smile: "So now I have ample reason to suspect that this whole thing is a self-inflicted wound orchestrated by you, Zhao Shanhe."

The moment those words were spoken, it felt as if someone had struck the corridor head-on with a hammer.

First, there was silence.

Liang Tiejun took a sudden step forward, his eyes instantly turning red, his voice hardening: "Xu Xiangdong! Do you know what you're saying?!"

"Liang Jiajun is the expert Director Li invited to save the factory's life! Comrade Zhao Shanhe is also a key member personally invited back by Director Li!"

Liang Tiejun's knuckles were clenched until they turned white, and his chest heaved violently with rage: "You just open your mouth and say Comrade Zhao Shanhe murdered Liang Jiajun—I ask you, what was his motive?! He risked his life to rescue him, what was his motive?!"

Da Niu completely exploded, pointing a finger at Xu Xiangdong's nose: "Fuck your ancestors! You fucking dare to throw out any kind of filth!"

"Instead of catching the bastard who fired the gun, instead of chasing after the escaped bandits, you come here and try to pin this shit on us?!"

"Self-directed and self-acted? Old Xu is still lying in there, his life hanging in the balance! Are you suggesting we killed a chicken and smeared it on you guys to put on a show?!"

Xu Xiangdong listened to the insults, but instead of getting angry, he calmly pushed up his glasses and said, "Who knows? Whether you shot yourselves or staged it for the bureau, nobody can say for sure now."

"As for your question about my motives—I really don't know yet."

Xu Xiangdong looked directly at Liang Tiejun and said, "Maybe it's for money, maybe they're acting on someone's orders. But it doesn't matter. As long as we bring them back and interrogate them one by one, everything will be clear."

"Ma Kui! Arrest him!"

"Why!"

Ma Kui had just lost face, but when he heard Xu Xiangdong mention him, his eyes lit up immediately.

He glanced quickly at Da Niu and Jianmin, then fixed his gaze on Zhao Shanhe's face, a cold and sinister smile spreading across his lips.

That last move was just my carelessness; I didn't dodge properly, which allowed this kid to take advantage of me.

No problem, once we get back to the station and the doors are closed, we'll have plenty of ways to deal with him slowly.

Thinking of this, Ma Kui's expression grew even more ferocious. He reached behind his waist and pulled out cold handcuffs, taking a step forward and pressing down hard, his eyes flashing with the viciousness of a wild dog.

"Hey Zhao, aren't you quite the talker?"

As he spoke, he deliberately shook the handcuffs, making them click loudly, and leaned closer to Zhao Shanhe, lowering his voice to sneer:

"Let's go. This hospital is too noisy. Let's find a quiet place. You can say whatever you want then. We... have plenty of time."

Before he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed Zhao Shanhe's arm.

Zhao Shanhe stood still, without even trying to dodge.

Just as Ma Kui's hand touched his sleeve, Zhao Shanhe suddenly flipped his hand and grabbed Ma Kui's wrist like an iron clamp, twisting it downwards!

With a sharp crack, Ma Kui's arm twisted into an awkward angle.

"Ah—!" Ma Kui's face turned pale instantly, and his scream broke through the entire corridor. His knees buckled, and he was pulled forward by Zhao Shanhe's twist, falling directly to his knees.

Zhao Shanhe remained expressionless, his hand not loosening its grip at all, but instead pressing down even further.

Ma Kui was in so much pain that tears were welling up in his eyes, half of his body was trembling, and all that could be heard from his mouth was a pig-like scream.

Xu Xiangdong's face changed instantly, and he took a sudden step forward: "Zhao Shanhe! You dare to violently resist the law?!"

He abruptly turned his head and shouted at another officer beside him, "Liu Haibo! Draw your gun! Press the muzzle against him! If he doesn't let go, shoot!"

The officer next to him, Liu Haibo, was startled by the shout. He frantically pulled out his gun, raised it, and pointed it directly at Zhao Shanhe, his voice trembling: "Zhao Shanhe! Let go! Let go now! If you don't, I'll really shoot!"

At that moment, Da Niu's eyes suddenly turned completely red.

"Fuck your mother!"

He raised his hand and lifted the hem of his cotton-padded coat, and a five-round burst shot came out, the dark muzzle of the gun immediately pointing at Liu Haibo at an angle.

"Put the gun down!"

Jianmin's expression changed completely. He reached behind his waist, pulled out his gun, and took a half-step forward to protect Zhao Shanhe's side.

Upon seeing this, Li Baotian's expression changed, and his hand instinctively reached into his robes.

For a moment, several guns were pointed at the center of the corridor, the incandescent light illuminating the bloodstains on the floor, and the air seemed to freeze.

Xu Xiangdong's face drained of all color instantly, turning ashen white as a sheet of paper.

His pupils behind his glasses contracted violently with extreme fear. Staring at the dark muzzle of the gun, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and his voice instantly rose in pitch, sharp as a rooster whose neck had been stepped on:

"What...what do you want to do?!"

"Put the gun down! Put the gun down now!"

He staggered back a small step, waving his hands as he tried to cover the trembling in his voice with a roar.

He abruptly turned his head and stared intently at Zhao Shanhe, the veins in his neck bulging with fear, his voice hoarse from shouting, "Zhao Shanhe! Are you crazy?! Pointing a gun at the police in public... This is treason! You'll lose your head!"

"Aren't you going to control your men?! Tell them to put their guns away! Do you hear me?! Put them away!"