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

He is the embodiment of justice and the sharp sword sent by the Supreme People's Procuratorate. How could he make such a low-level and ridiculous mistake?

He can't be wrong.

He also doesn't allow himself to be wrong.

The car finally turned into the compound of the Provincial Procuratorate.

The atmosphere was more solemn than when they left.

The people in the yard were walking in a hurry, with a kind of panic of impending doom on their faces. They gathered in groups of three or four and talked in low voices. When they saw Chen Hai's car coming in, they quickly dispersed.

The two walked into the Anti-Corruption Bureau building one after the other.

"I...I'll go back to the office first."

Chen Hai's voice was extremely hoarse, and he felt his calves trembling. "I have to... I have to slow down."

He couldn't look at the man in the interrogation room anymore.

The thought that he might have personally locked a nuclear bomb in his own locker made him feel dizzy.

Hou Liangping nodded without looking at him.

Chen Hai rushed into his office almost as if escaping and slammed the door shut.

He slid weakly into the chair, took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. His hands were shaking so badly that he tried three times to light the cigarette.

He took a deep breath, and the acrid smoke made him cough violently.

His eyes fell on the manila file bag on the desk.

——General Zhao Yuanchao’s military thought courseware.

Chen Hai stared at the file bag, trying to see through it.

He knew the answer might be inside.

But he was also afraid that if he opened it, he would see a truth that he could not bear.

After hesitating for five minutes, he finally reached for the file bag with trembling hands.

Chen Hai inserted the courseware of Zhao Yuanchao's "Drawing the Sword" military thought theory class into the projector.

Chen Hai wanted to see who General Zhao Yuanchao was.

On the other side, Hou Liangping's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, each step firm and powerful.

He forced fear and doubt into the deepest corner of his heart.

What he needs now is not doubt, but victory.

It is to pry open the old man's mouth, obtain the evidence of Ding Yizhen's guilt, prove himself with a resounding victory, and dispel all the haze hanging over Handong.

He believed that the military curfew outside was just a big show made by the top leaders to cooperate with his investigation.

This made him even more convinced that the fish he caught was definitely a big fish!

As long as we can defeat him, everything will be solved.

He needed a victory to consolidate his position, and he also needed a victory to calm his restless heart.

The door of the interrogation room was pushed open with a creaky sound.

Under the dazzling white light, Zhao Yuanchao was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed.

He hadn't slept all night, his eye sockets were sunken, and his face was a little pale, but his sitting posture was still as straight as a pine tree, without any of the embarrassment of a prisoner.

Hearing the noise, he slowly opened his eyes. In those bloodshot eyes, there was no fatigue, only a bottomless cold pool.

Hou Liangping walked around the table and looked down at him, his face returning to that familiar, arrogant look with contempt.

It seemed that the man with cold hands and feet and who could barely stand at the gate of the provincial military region a few hours ago was not him.

"How's it going, old man?"

He deliberately dragged out his tone, with a sense of oppression, "I've been thinking about it all night. Have you figured it out?"

Zhao Yuanchao didn't say anything, but just looked at him calmly, his eyes looking at a clown jumping up and down.

This look made Hou Liangping feel inexplicably irritated.

What he hated the most was this kind of look. All his efforts and dignity became a joke in front of the other party.

He emphasized his tone, speaking each word with emphasis, "My patience is limited. Don't think you can handle it. I'm telling you, leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist. This is your only chance."

He stretched out his finger and almost poked Zhao Yuanchao's nose.

"Confess or not? What benefits did Ding Yizhen give you? How does your profit chain work? Tell me now, and I can get you leniency. If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink a penalty..."

Hou Liangping's voice grew colder. He leaned close to Zhao Yuanchao's ear and threatened him sinisterly in a voice only the two of them could hear: "I have enough means to punish you! I'll make sure you can't die even if you want to!"

The air in the interrogation room froze.

For the first time, an expression appeared on Zhao Yuanchao's face.

It was not fear, nor anger, but an extremely sarcastic smile mixed with sadness.

He slowly raised his head, facing Hou Liangping's face which was slightly distorted by self-confidence, and pulled his cracked lips.

"it is good."

He spoke, his voice hoarse, but every word carried weight.

"Good good!"

He suddenly laughed, and the laughter seemed particularly abrupt and harsh in the small space.

"Handong... they are all great!"

……

The moment Ji Changming stepped into the provincial party committee building, he felt a sense of oppression as if a storm was about to come.

There is an invisible tension in the air, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to break at the slightest touch.

The atmosphere in the No. 1 meeting room of the Provincial Party Committee was extremely solemn.

All the power leaders of Handong Province were present at the huge oval conference table.

Sha Ruijin sat in the main seat with a calm expression, but his furrowed brows revealed the turmoil in his heart.

Gao Yuliang, who was standing beside him, was wearing gold-rimmed glasses as usual. His eyes behind the lenses were so deep that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

On the other side, Li Dakang leaned back in his chair, crossed his fingers in front of his abdomen, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, ready to pounce on his prey at any time.

He Liming in the corner seemed a little restless, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Ji Changming almost held his breath and sat down on his empty chair.

He didn't dare look anyone in the eye, but only fixed his gaze on the spotless table in front of him.

The entire conference room could hear the drop of a pin.

Finally, Sha Ruijin spoke. His voice was not loud, but it caused a huge stir.

"Comrade Yu Liang,"

He didn't look at Gao Yuliang, his gaze still fixed on the front. "How's the investigation going with Qi Tongwei? Is there any news about General Zhao?"

Everyone's attention instantly focused on Gao Yuliang.

Gao Yuliang adjusted his glasses and slowly picked up the internal phone on the table: "Secretary Sha, the situation is complicated. It's better to let Comrade Tong Wei report to you in person."

The call was connected, and the large screen in front of the conference room flashed, and Qi Tongwei's slightly tired but still capable face appeared on the screen.

He was in a command center, with figures swaying in the background and phones ringing one after another.

"Secretary Sha, Secretary Gao, and all leaders."

Qi Tongwei's voice spread throughout the conference room through the speakers, carrying with it the rustling sound of electricity.

"speak."

Sha Ruijin is concise and to the point.

"Reporting to Secretary Sha, we have identified the military-licensed Audi that General Zhao Yuanchao was riding in before he lost contact."

Qi Tongwei paused and organized his words.

The air in the conference room became even more tense.

Chapter 39: General Zhao Yuanchao's car is in the impound lot of the Handong Provincial Procuratorate

Li Dakang leaned forward slightly.

Qi Tongwei then dropped a bombshell: "The vehicle... is in the impound lot of the Handong Provincial People's Procuratorate."

"Om-"

Something exploded in Ji Changming's head, his vision went blank, and only a sharp buzzing sound remained in his ears.

Handong Province...

People's Procuratorate?

His procuratorate?

In an instant, all the abnormal scenes of this morning came to my mind.

The unusually solemn atmosphere, the secretive expressions of the subordinates, and the order to isolate all irrelevant personnel...

It turned out to be the case.

So that’s it!

No wonder!

No wonder the entire Handong is under martial law!

It's not about catching any fugitives, nor is it for any exercise!

It’s because the person they were looking for was captured as a criminal by their own men!

Ji Changming felt his blood solidify in an instant, and the chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

His hands, clasped under the table, began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.