Hou Liangping arrested a hawkish general, and his father-in-law panicked

She looked at the scene in front of her and frowned slightly.

This is no longer the Public Security Bureau, it's more like a wartime command center.

Soldiers armed with live ammunition, camouflaged vehicles, cold barbed wire...

Every detail declares that the sovereignty of this place has changed hands.

But she still had a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Last time at the Jingzhou Military Region General Hospital, the barriers were also very strict, but wasn't she allowed in smoothly just because she gave her father's name?

These are just the people below following orders. As long as we find a person in charge who can be flexible and understand the "rules", all problems can be solved.

She straightened her collar and opened the car door.

The evening breeze was chilly and blew her long hair, but her steps were still steady, her eyes were calm, and she had an innate and unquestionable confidence.

This is the temperament cultivated by being in the core circle of power for many years.

She walked straight towards the defensive line of chevaux de frise and soldiers.

"stop!"

A captain stopped her, his voice as crisp as the collision of metal, without any emotion.

The two soldiers behind him had their Type 95 automatic rifles with their muzzles slightly lowered, but their posture was full of vigilance, as if they could raise them at any time.

"My name is Zhong Xiaoai, and I'm a cadre at the Supreme People's Procuratorate."

She spoke calmly, her voice clear and soft, with a customary commanding tone, "I have something urgent to discuss with Director Qi Tongwei."

She didn't mention Hou Liangping directly, as that would have made her seem confused.

The most sensible thing to do is to meet Qi Tongwei first and find out the situation.

The captain's face was hidden in the shadow of his helmet, with only a resolute chin visible.

"This place has been taken over by the military. No one is allowed to enter without the order of Commander Zhao Yuanchao."

"Zhao Yuanchao?"

Zhong Xiaoai chewed the name in her mind, her expression expressionless. "I understand you're carrying out your mission. But there are priorities. What I want to discuss with Director Qi concerns the stability of Handong. You just need to inform the insiders that Zhong Xiaoai wants to see you."

She believed that as long as the name "Zhong Xiaoai" was passed on, Qi Tongwei or any other Handong official would not dare to neglect it.

However, the captain just shook his head slightly, like an emotionless sculpture.

"The order is very clear. No one can be exempted for any reason."

Zhong Xiaoai's patience began to wear thin.

She looked into the other person's eyes under the paint and could not see any sign of compromise.

She knew that reasoning with such people would not work, and she had to use the only language they understood - power.

She took a deep breath and said in a more serious tone, with unquestionable majesty: "My father is Zhong Zhengguo."

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze.

In the capital, these three words are a pass and a talisman.

It represents an order, a hierarchy, and an unspoken authority.

She believed that even in Handong, where the emperor was far away, the weight of this name was enough for the little captain in front of her to weigh it clearly.

She waited for the other party's reaction, perhaps shock, perhaps hesitation, or perhaps turning around immediately to ask for instructions.

However, what she waited for was a "click" sound that was so crisp that it made her heart palpitate.

It's the sound of a bullet being loaded.

The captain and the soldier behind him raised their guns almost at the same time, pointing the black muzzles at her.

The movements were uniform, cold and efficient, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times.

It was a pure, impersonal threat, more oppressive than any angry roar.

Zhong Xiaoai's pupils suddenly contracted.

She froze in place, her blood seemingly frozen in an instant.

Those three black muzzles were like three lifeless eyes staring at her, sucking away all her confidence, all her background, and all her pride.

The captain's voice rang out again, even colder than before, and every word was like a piece of ice hitting the ground.

"Back off! We don't know any Zhong Zhengguo!"

do not know……

What is Zhong Zhengguo...

These words were like a hammer, hitting Zhong Xiaoai's nerves hard.

This is not a simple rejection, it is a complete denial, a brutal disregard.

At this moment, the surname she was proud of and the authority her father had spent his entire life building became worthless here, in this place controlled by a man called Zhao Yuanchao, and even became a signal of hostility.

Her throat was dry, and an unprecedented humiliation and fear gripped her heart.

She saw the captain's eyes. It wasn't the panic of a junior officer facing the family of an unknown senior official, but a scrutiny, a look that was almost...

A look of contempt.

It's not that they don't know each other, they just deliberately don't recognize each other.

This realization made Zhong Xiaoai shiver all over.

what does this mean?

This means that the power and will of this man named Zhao Yuanchao have surpassed that of Handong Province, and even...

Above some of the rules she was familiar with.

The tight network he laid did not recognize the old power structure at all.

Her political sensitivity was brought to the fore at this moment.

She instantly understood that Hou Liangping had not offended an official, but had hit an iron wall that even her father could not shake.

The gun was still pointed steadily at her.

She could feel that if she dared to take another step forward or say another word of nonsense, the other party would really shoot.

These people see no laws, no procedures, only orders.

A deep feeling of powerlessness swept over her.

She has always been able to navigate the maze of power with ease. She is familiar with every rule and knows how to use her identity to solve problems.

But now, the opponent directly overturned the chessboard and told her in the most primitive and brutal way - your rules are just a piece of waste paper here.

She slowly backed away, bit by bit.

Every step feels like walking on the edge of a knife.

She could feel cold sweat on her back.

She didn't dare to make any extreme moves and could only adopt the most submissive posture to escape from the lock range of the three guns.

It was not until she retreated to the car door that she awkwardly opened it and got in.

The car door slammed shut, isolating himself from the cold air outside and the scrutinizing gazes.

She leaned back in her seat, her chest heaving violently as she gasped for breath.

The scene just now replayed in her mind over and over again.

The cold muzzle of the gun and the words "We don't know any Zhong Zhengguo" lingered like a curse.

"Madam...we..."

The driver looked at her pale face in the rearview mirror and asked cautiously.

Zhong Xiaoai closed her eyes and waved her hand, signaling him not to speak.

She failed.

A complete failure.

And in the most humiliating way she had ever imagined.

For the first time, power bared its ferocious fangs at her.

It told her that when a more powerful power appeared, everything she relied on would be nothing but a fantasy.

Now, what should she do?

Her brain was like a high-speed computer on the verge of burning out, frantically processing the information that had just poured in and overturned all her cognition.

military.

The military that disowned her father.

what does this mean?

She didn't dare to think too deeply, but she had to force herself to think about it.

This is not a simple departmental conflict, nor is it friction between local authorities and the military.

This is a higher level of will, a force that she has never encountered before and is above the existing power structure in Handong.

Hou Liangping, how big a hornet's nest did he stir up?

No, now is not the time to think about that.

She must save herself and rescue Hou Liangping.

The air in the car was so oppressive that she couldn't breathe.

"Go to the Provincial Public Security Bureau."

She finally spoke, her voice so hoarse and dry that even she felt unfamiliar with it.

The driver was stunned for a moment, looking at her pale face through the rearview mirror. He didn't dare to ask any more questions, and immediately turned the car around and drove towards the place she was once very familiar with.

The Provincial Public Security Department is another symbol of power in Handong Province.

There were her father's old subordinates and countless uncles who had watched her grow up.