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

"Stop! What are you doing!"

A sudden shout, without any emotion.

Two soldiers stepped forward with standard tactical steps and stopped them.

The cold muzzle of the gun was pointed at their bodies.

Hou Liangping's heart suddenly sank.

He subconsciously raised the prosecutor's ID in his hand.

"Supreme People's Procuratorate, Hou Liangping. Provincial Anti-Corruption Bureau, Chen Hai."

Chen Hai also showed his ID.

The soldier took the documents and checked them carefully, while another one used a handheld metal detector to scan them over and over, his movements quick and efficient, leaving no blind spots.

Even the brown paper file bag in their hands was taken away and carefully squeezed.

"Are you from the 20th Army?"

Chen Hai couldn't help but ask, his voice a little hoarse.

The leading sergeant didn't even raise his eyelids and replied coldly: "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

The atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating.

A fine layer of sweat broke out on Hou Liangping's forehead.

Yesterday he thought that martial law was absurd and far away from him.

He even joked with Zhong Xiaoai on the phone, saying that Handong was a really interesting place, where catching a corrupt official could be like catching a military training exercise.

Now, he only felt that he was the absurd one.

That innocence and arrogance were shattered in front of the cold muzzle of a gun.

The soldiers who checked them did not let them go immediately, but reported to their superiors via radio.

While waiting, Hou Liangping and Chen Hai could clearly hear the whispers of other soldiers around them.

"…Search of Area B completed, no target found."

"…Notify the Third Battalion to expand the scope and focus on checking all hotels and private clubs."

"...The higher-ups have ordered us to dig three feet underground to find General Zhao!"

General Zhao...

There's that name again.

The file bag in Hou Liangping's hand suddenly became hot.

He looked down at the three words "Zhao Yuanchao" on the cover, and his mind was in a mess.

A general who could make an elite army impose martial law on an entire provincial capital and conduct a blanket search under the pretext of an "urban attack and defense exercise"...

A general who, after his disappearance, could get the provincial party secretary to personally call and convene an emergency meeting of all the standing committee members...

A general who even scared an old fox like Ji Changming to death...

And yesterday, in that small and shabby interrogation room, I slammed the table and yelled at a man who claimed to be from the military to "tell the truth"?

impossible……

Absolutely impossible...

Hou Liangping's throat was dry, and he tried hard to recall the appearance of the diehard yesterday in his mind.

Wearing an ordinary jacket, he had a calm demeanor and frighteningly sharp eyes. Facing his own interrogation, he was not at all flustered, but instead looked down at him with a condescending attitude.

At that time, he just thought that the other party was pretending to be calm and it was the corrupt official's last struggle.

Now that I think about it, how could that be pretending to be calm?

That clearly shows that he is fearless!

A terrible thought that made him shiver all over began to creep into his mind.

What if?

What if the stubborn element he caught was General Zhao Yuanchao, who could stir up the entire Handong situation?

The thought made his hands and feet go cold.

impossible.

Hou Liangping waved away the fleeting thought.

"Okay, you can go."

The sergeant returned the documents and file bag to them, his tone still cold.

Hou Liangping and Chen Hairu were pardoned and quickly crossed the cordon.

Instead of getting on the bus immediately, they stood by the roadside, watching teams of soldiers running past in neat steps. Their military boots made a dull and rhythmic sound on the asphalt road, and each step hit their hearts.

"Liangping,"

Chen Hai finally spoke. He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. The oppressive atmosphere kept the smoke from his exhaled smoke from escaping. "I didn't sleep a wink last night. The phone in the office was almost blown away. Every district and county is asking if there's going to be a war."

Hou Liangping did not answer, he just stared at the soldiers' armbands.

The tiger armband of the 20th Army looked particularly ferocious in the sunlight.

"Last night, when martial law first began,"

Chen Hai lowered his voice, discussing some top-secret intelligence. "I just felt something was wrong. Qi Tongwei called me personally and only said he was cooperating with the troops. He wouldn't reveal a single word about the reason. I thought at the time that the higher-ups were making some big move to deal with Zhao Lidong and his gang."

He smiled bitterly and didn't even notice that the cigarette ash fell on his police uniform.

"Now it seems we were all overthinking things. This isn't just about arresting a few corrupt officials; it's like the sky is falling."

Hou Liangping remained silent.

His mind was racing, trying to piece together the fragmented information.

General Zhao Yuanchao.

The lieutenant general was attacked.

Military martial law.

The 20th Army searched the entire city.

Ji Changming's fear.

There is also this inexplicable "military thought courseware" in his hand.

Handong Province, military martial law!

The instigator is most likely the "Director Hou" from Beijing who is ignorant of the world.

Chen Hai felt like he was going crazy.

He finally understood why Ji Changming was so frightened and why the entire Handong officialdom was in unprecedented panic.

They were not afraid that something might happen to General Zhao Yuanchao.

They were afraid that General Zhao Yuanchao would be "dealt with" by Handong's political and legal system on Handong's territory!

They were rubbed from head to toe.

Chapter 38 Chen Hai looks at General Zhao Yuanchao's courseware

The commander was attacked.

This is no longer as simple as stirring up a hornet's nest.

This is fucking like digging up trouble and using an excavator to dig up someone's ancestral grave!

Silent was the only passenger in the black Santana.

Chen Hai drove the car very fast.

The street scene outside the car window quickly receded. Teams of armed soldiers replaced the elderly people doing morning exercises, and green military trucks were stationed on the city's traffic arteries.

From time to time, a hideous-looking armored personnel carrier would roar past in the adjacent lane.

The heavy tracks rolled over the asphalt road, making a loud "clang-clang" sound. Every impact broke Chen Hai's fragile nerves.

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

Hou Liangping sat in the passenger seat without saying a word.

He turned his head and looked out the window, his eyes following the military vehicles, but there was no focus in his pupils.

His brain was working frantically, but only produced a chaotic cacophony of noise.

Zhao Yuanchao...

Lieutenant General...

Attacked...

These words swirled in his mind.

But another voice in his heart was screaming desperately: Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Would a dignified lieutenant general, the youngest powerful general in the Republic, come to Handong alone in a tattered jacket?

And he was arrested by himself as Ding Yizhen's subordinate?

This is stranger than fiction!

There must be a mistake somewhere.

Maybe it's just a coincidence of names, or maybe the military is deliberately creating confusion.

Yes, that must be the case.

The "Mr. Zhao" who was arrested was at most a retired soldier with some background, so he was so arrogant.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Hou Liangping's forehead, and he forced himself to suppress the terrible thought.