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

He struggled to squeeze out a few words, trying to make his voice sound calm, but his throat was uncontrollably dry.

"Hou Liangping?"

Another soldier repeated it, then turned and winked at his companion.

The soldier immediately took out the walkie-talkie from his waist and whispered a few words into it.

Hou Liangping looked at the gun pointed at him and felt for the first time that power was so fragile in the face of absolute strength.

The identity he usually took pride in was nothing in the eyes of these soldiers.

He stood there stiffly, the air filled with the smell of gunpowder and oppression.

He caught a glimpse of several military vehicles roaring towards him from the corner of his eye. The roar of their engines and the growls of giant beasts indicated that a bigger storm was quietly approaching.

"Please show me your ID and explain the purpose of your visit."

The soldier just now spoke again, his tone still cold and emotionless.

Hou Liangping slowly raised his hand and took out his work ID from his pocket.

His hands, without knowing when, began to tremble slightly.

Yesterday I was laughing at Chen Hai for being cowardly, but today I found out that the real coward might be himself.

How can this be called anti-corruption?

This is clearly the prelude to a war!

And he was unknowingly drawn into the center of this vortex.

He watched the soldier take his ID, and then, with an almost scrutinizing gaze, he compared the photo on his work ID with himself over and over again.

Hou Liangping's heart sank to the bottom.

There was a burst of electrical noise from the intercom, followed by an indistinct response.

The soldier holding the walkie-talkie listened for a long time, then turned around and looked at Hou Liangping again with his emotionless eyes.

That look was looking at an object, a file that needed to be classified.

Time passed by minute by minute, and every second slowly cut into Hou Liangping's nerves.

He could clearly hear the sound of his heart beating like a drum in his chest, making his eardrums buzz.

Finally, the soldier put down the walkie-talkie and nodded to his companions.

Another soldier stepped forward and handed the work permit back to Hou Liangping in a mechanical and stiff manner.

"go in."

The voice was still cold.

After saying that, the two soldiers turned around and returned to their posts, as if nothing had happened just now.

The two black muzzles of the guns were finally removed from him.

Hou Liangping felt like he had just been pulled out of the water, his back soaked in cold sweat.

He clenched the work ID so tightly that the corners of the ID were slightly deformed.

He took stiff steps and walked towards the door of the procuratorate that he was so familiar with in the past.

The door slowly opened, revealing a scene that was not familiar to him.

In the yard, the prosecutors and staff who used to shuttle around were nowhere to be seen, replaced by armed soldiers standing guard every three steps and every five steps.

Their camouflage uniforms are out of tune with the solemn and dignified procuratorate building, creating a strange and depressing picture.

The air still stank of the exhaust from military truck engines, mixed with a faint smell of gunpowder.

Every step Hou Liangping took, he felt countless sharp eyes glued to him.

He walked quickly into the office building. The corridor was empty, with only the echo of his leather shoes stepping on the floor, which seemed particularly harsh.

He pushed open the door of Ji Changming's office and was greeted by a strong smell of cigarette smoke.

Ji Changming did not sit behind his large desk, but paced back and forth in the office.

His hair was a little messy, his tie was askew, his face was full of worry, his eyes were swollen, and he hadn't slept all night.

When Ji Changming saw Hou Liangping come in, he just glanced at him and turned away anxiously.

"Ji Jian, the situation outside is really under martial law."

Hou Liangping's voice was a little dry. He needed to get some explanation from the old prosecutor, even if it was just a little bit.

"nonsense!"

Ji Changming stopped abruptly, turned around and glared at him, his voice filled with suppressed anger. "How can we not impose martial law when such a major political incident occurs? An active-duty lieutenant general was attacked on Handong's territory! Do you think this is just a child's play?"

Lieutenant General?

Under attack?

Hou Liangping's head buzzed as he was hit hard by a heavy hammer.

The old guy we caught yesterday?

Is it...

The thought only flashed through his mind before he rejected it.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

How could a lieutenant general go to a place like that?

And he was caught so easily by himself?

Must be a coincidence.

Ji Changming didn't have time to pay attention to the confusion on Hou Liangping's face. He walked to the clothes rack, grabbed his coat, and while struggling to put it on, he ordered very quickly: "Secretary Sha just called personally. All members of the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee, including a few of us, go to the Provincial Party Committee building for a meeting immediately!"

"Meeting?"

"Who knows if this is a meeting or a fucking public trial?"

Ji Changming rarely swore. He tried to straighten his collar, but his hands were shaking so badly that he failed to smooth it out several times.

Chapter 37 Hou Liangping feels something is wrong

That usually calm face was now filled with fear.

Hou Liangping had never seen Ji Changming lose his composure like this.

This old fox, who has been immersed in the Handong political and legal system for many years and has long since mastered the ability to remain calm even in the face of a catastrophe, now looks like a prisoner about to be brought to trial.

Ji Changming walked quickly to the door, then suddenly remembered something. He turned back and pointed to the adjacent conference room. He said to Hou Liangping, who was still stunned, "Oh, right? General Zhao Yuanchao's military materials are in the confidential cabinet in the small conference room. The documents have just been delivered. Go sign and receive them, and take a good look at them! I have to go now!"

After saying that, he opened the door and left quickly without looking back. His hurried back soon disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The office door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap.

Hou Liangping stood alone in the empty office, Ji Changming's last words still echoing in his ears.

Zhao Yuanchao...

General?

Military information courseware?

Hou Liangping went to the conference room to sign and receive the course materials.

Hou Liangping walked into the small conference room. The clerk in charge of distributing information was sitting upright with a serious expression as if he was guarding a nuclear missile silo.

The safe was opened, and the smell of old paper and ink mixed with the cold smell of metal rushed out.

Hou Liangping took the receipt and the tip of his pen moved across the paper, making a rustling sound.

He signed his name, and each stroke felt heavy.

"General Zhao Yuanchao's Military Thought Courseware Materials".

This line of words was printed in gold on the cover of the kraft paper file bag, and it was very dazzling.

Just as he picked up the thick file bag, the door of the conference room was pushed open.

Chen Hai walked in, his face pale and with two dark circles under his eyes, as if they had been heavily painted with ink.

His police uniform was wrinkled, and it was obvious that he hadn't slept all night, and his mind and body were stretched to the limit.

Seeing Hou Liangping, Chen Hai just nodded tiredly as a greeting.

He also walked to the table silently, picked up a pen, signed his name on the receipt in a flamboyant manner, and then received the same file bag.

The two men looked at each other.

No one spoke.

But the amount of information contained in that one glance was astonishingly large.

Shock, confusion, and unspeakable fear.

This morning, the sound of the wind in Handong was no longer the cry of cranes, but the real roar of gunfire.

Armed soldiers and camouflaged military vehicles blocked the city's main roads.

The solemn atmosphere made the entire Handong Province breathless.

This was a scene they had never experienced before, far beyond the imagination of a local prosecutor and a public security chief.

Is this a fucking political event?

This is clearly the eve of war.

The two of them walked out of the office building one after the other, holding the "courseware" that felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

The glaring sunlight and the cold reality hit them in the face.

Outside the gate of the procuratorate, the bustling scene disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there were two rows of expressionless soldiers holding Type 95 automatic rifles.

They stood straight, their eyes sharp as eagles, scrutinizing everyone who came in and out.

Not far away, an armored personnel carrier was parked quietly at the intersection, its black muzzle silently announcing the new order of the city.