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

"Da Niu! Jianmin!" Liang Tiejun rushed out, his face ashen, his voice hoarse from shouting, "Put the gun away!"

Da Niu's chest heaved violently, the gun barrel pointed fixedly ahead, and he forced out the words through gritted teeth: "Director Liang, that bastard is trying to kill us! If we're really arrested, he can do whatever he wants with us!"

Liang Tiejun's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his voice hoarse but strained to be loud: "Stop talking nonsense! This isn't the old society! You can't just be manipulated by anyone who arrests you! Liang Jiajun is dead, the case is here, we're investigating the evidence, not just Xu Xiangdong's words! But you fired a gun at the hospital today, so there's no point in investigating anything! Put the gun away!"

Da Niu clenched his teeth so hard they were grinding, and remained locked in a stalemate for several seconds before finally tilting his head sharply to the side, letting the five-shot burst droop down half an inch.

"Mountains and rivers, you must let go soon!"

Zhao Shanhe glanced at Liang Tiejun.

The next second, he loosened his grip and kicked Ma Kui hard in the waist!

boom!

Ma Kui flew sideways like a tattered sack, his back slamming hard against an iron chair by the corridor, causing him and the chair to overturn with a loud clatter.

"ah--!"

Ma Kui's dislocated arm was already in excruciating pain, and when it slammed hard onto the ground, he curled up in agony and screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Xu Xiangdong's face froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Liang Tiejun's eyelids twitched violently at the sight, his chest heaving, and he abruptly turned to Xu Xiangdong: "Comrade Xu Xiangdong!"

"Are you determined to escalate this into a serious incident before you're satisfied?!"

"Investigating cases is about evidence, not about you standing here and using your words to pin accusations on a living person! What evidence do you have to prove that Comrade Zhao Shanhe staged this whole thing?!"

"You didn't!"

"You haven't investigated anything, you haven't asked anything, yet you've already convicted someone, labeled them the mastermind, forced them to arrest, and drawn their guns—is this what you call handling a case?! This is malicious conviction!"

Liang Tiejun took half a step forward, his eyes red, his voice trembling slightly with extreme anger, as he desperately suppressed his breath:

"If a gun were to be fired in the hospital, could you bear the responsibility?!"

He stared intently at Xu Xiangdong's gloomy face, his breath hardening before he uttered his words, each one sharp and deliberate:

"I'm putting my words here today! I vouch for Comrade Zhao Shanhe with my decades of Party loyalty! He could never do such a thing!"

"You can't guarantee anything!"

Xu Xiangdong abruptly cut him off, his eyes behind his glasses as cold as a venomous snake.

"Liang Tiejun, investigations are about solid evidence, not just empty words! If everyone can use their Party loyalty as a shield, a get-out-of-jail-free card, then what's the point of investigating cases?!"

"According to your logic, as long as someone is senior enough, has been in the workforce long enough, and shouts loud enough, anyone can be protected?! Weren't Liu Qingshan and Zhang Zishan able to escape punishment using that method back then?!"

Upon hearing these words, Liang Tiejun felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

His face instantly turned from ashen to pale, his lips trembled violently twice, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently, as if a ball of fire had suddenly blocked his throat.

Upon seeing this, Xu Xiangdong could barely contain his elation.

He took a step forward, his tone sinister, but his voice grew louder with each word: "The case is laid out here! Liang Jiajun is dead, a shot was fired, and the shooter was Zhao Shanhe's own brother!"

"The suspects are right here at the scene, but Zhao Shanhe and his gang not only refused to cooperate, they also resisted on the spot!"

He suddenly raised his hand, pointing at Ma Kui, who was still clutching his arm and screaming on the ground, his eyes almost overflowing with malice: "My officers went to arrest him, and Zhao Shanhe broke their bones on the spot! And now? Now you dare to draw your guns in front of me and point them at the police!"

"What do you call this?! This is called resisting arrest! This is called violently resisting law enforcement! This is called having a guilty conscience and resorting to desperate measures!"

Leaning against the wall, Liang Tiejun's voice was extremely hoarse, filled with barely suppressed grief and indignation: "Xu Xiangdong!"

"You'd better watch your words!"

"Comrade Zhao Shanhe was invited by Director Li to save the factory's life!"

"We are all heartbroken by Liang Jiajun's death, but you can't just take a life and then turn around and pin the blame on Comrade Zhao Shanhe!"

"You have no evidence whatsoever!"

"The scene wasn't thoroughly investigated, the details weren't clarified, and those who escaped outside weren't brought back—"

"Just by opening your mouth here, you've already labeled someone a mastermind, forced them to make arrests, and drawn guns?!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Xiangdong not only didn't get angry, but instead slowly smiled.

"evidence?"

"Liang Tiejun, aren't I looking for evidence right now?"

"A case can't be explained by just sitting here and shouting a few words, and a person can't just stand in a hospital corridor and clear their name on their own."

He took a half-step forward, his voice growing increasingly lower: "Take them back first, ask them what needs to be asked, interrogate them as needed, and cross-check their statements—"

The evidence will naturally follow.

"As for Director Li you mentioned?"

I don't care how senior he is or how bad his temper is.

Xu Xiangdong sneered, "I don't care how senior he is or how bad his temper is. Even if the King of Heaven himself came, he'd still be investigated if he broke the law!"

"I, Xu Xiangdong, am standing here today to solve this case! Anyone who dares to cover it up, anyone who dares to collude, anyone who dares to violently resist the law—I'll deal with them first!"

He abruptly turned his head and shouted sternly at Ma Kui and Liu Haibo, "Ma Kui! Liu Haibo! What are you two standing there for?! Arrest him right now!"

The shout caused a brief silence in the corridor.

Ma Kui was still holding his dislocated arm, his face turning blue with pain, and cold sweat pouring from his forehead.

Although Liu Haibo was holding a gun, his calves trembled when he saw the murderous looks in Da Niu and Jianmin's eyes. The two of them subconsciously exchanged a glance.

Seeing that the two men didn't move, Xu Xiangdong's expression darkened further, and his voice suddenly rose: "I told you to arrest them! Are you deaf?!"

Ma Kui's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his mouth twitched in pain, and he tried to stand up by bracing himself with his hands, but instead sat back down.

Liu Haibo held the gun tightly, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot, refusing to take a single step forward.

Xu Xiangdong's eye twitched violently.

In front of so many people, his subordinate was so frightened that his face was almost torn off, and he felt a burning pain.

He stared at Ma Kui, then at Liu Haibo, the anger in his eyes gradually burning through the last layer of restraint.

"Fine. You're not going up, are you?"

Xu Xiangdong gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, his voice suddenly dropping to a chilling level: "Then I'll go."

As soon as he finished speaking...

He suddenly raised his hand and pulled out his sidearm!

click!

The sound of the chamber being pushed open and loaded was crisp and piercing.

The dark muzzle of the gun was raised, pointing straight at Zhao Shanhe's nose.

Xu Xiangdong stared intently at him, his facial muscles contorted with extreme excitement, his voice uttering each word clearly: "Zhao Shanhe. I'm telling you this now. If you dare to resist again, I'll shoot you dead on the spot!"

"Who was killed?"

Just at this critical moment, a hoarse, deep voice suddenly rang out from the back of the corridor.

The hairs on everyone's backs stood on end instantly, and they turned around abruptly.

Da Zhuang had somehow appeared not far behind, his left shoulder wrapped in a thick white bandage, the glaring red blood soaking through most of it. His face was as white as a ghost, but his back was as straight as a javelin quenched in blood.

Da Zhuang held the gun horizontally in his right hand, the muzzle pressed firmly against the back of Xu Xiangdong's head.

"Director Xu," Da Zhuang exhaled a breath of bloody foam, his eyes icy cold, devoid of any warmth, "who did you just say you wanted to kill?"