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

General Zhao...

injured?

Her face turned pale as paper in an instant, completely bloodless.

She finally understood why there was military martial law here.

She finally understood why all her relationships were failing.

She finally understood why Ji Changming didn't dare to answer her call and why Lao Zhang was so frightened.

Because her husband, Hou Liangping, caused a terrible disaster!

"Girl, listen to my advice."

The old general's tone softened, yet became more serious. "Leave Handong immediately and return to the capital. This matter is no longer your business. Nor is it for your father or me to intervene. Anyone who dares to speak up for Hou Liangping will be an enemy of the entire 20th Army and General Zhao. You'll have to take care of yourself."

The call was hung up.

Zhong Xiaoai stood stiffly in place, her phone slipping from her weak fingers and falling to the ground with a "pop". The screen shattered, just like her shattered heart at the moment.

She looked at the building in front of her that was tightly sealed by the army. It was not an anti-corruption bureau, but a black cage that swallowed everything.

She wanted to go in, she wanted to ask clearly, she wanted to know what stupid thing Hou Liangping had done.

But she couldn't get in.

The defense line composed of soldiers and steel told her cruelly: She, Zhong Xiaoai, was nothing here.

The connections she was proud of, her invincible network of relationships, were as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of the absolute state violence machine, and could be torn with a single poke.

A huge, unprecedented feeling of humiliation swept over her.

This is no longer a simple setback.

It was a hard slap on her face, burning with pain.

She was completely blocked out of the door.

Chapter 49: A rifle butt hits Hou Liangping in the face! Blood all over his face!

Zhong Xiaoai was outside the anti-corruption bureau and was helpless.

Inside the Anti-Corruption Bureau.

The office, temporarily used as a detention room, was as dark as a tomb.

With a "click", the sound of the door lock turning suddenly sounded.

A dazzling beam of light shone in, and Hou Liangping subconsciously squinted his eyes and raised his hand to block it.

He had only been locked up here for half an hour and he was already feeling terrified.

No one paid any attention to him, no one interrogated him, and this feeling of being completely ignored made him more anxious than any torture.

Two soldiers in camouflage training uniforms walked in. They had expressionless faces, cold eyes, and a murderous aura of gunpowder and steel.

They are not police officers, nor are they bailiffs from the procuratorate. They are real soldiers.

One of them was holding a pair of shiny handcuffs.

Hou Liangping's heart skipped a beat. He forced himself to stand up, trying to sound calm, even with the authority of an anti-corruption director: "This is the case handling area of ​​the Anti-Corruption Bureau!"

No one answered him.

One of the soldiers stepped forward, roughly grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind his back.

Hou Liangping felt pain and instinctively struggled: "Let me go! What do you want to do? You are breaking the law! I have the right..."

"Crack!"

The cold handcuffs locked his wrists; the metallic touch and crisp sound instantly shattered all his pretense.

He panicked.

He, the director of the Investigation Department of the Anti-Corruption Bureau of the Supreme People's Procuratorate and the acting director of the Anti-Corruption Bureau of Handong Province, was actually handcuffed?

"You can't do this to me!"

His voice was shrill with panic. "My wife is Zhong Xiaoai! Zhong Xiaoai from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection! If you dare to touch me, I guarantee you'll be in big trouble!"

He shouted out his last hope, his biggest trump card, at the top of his lungs.

He believed that the name Zhong Xiaoai and the power behind her were enough to scare these blind soldiers to death.

However, there was still no expression on the faces of the two soldiers. What he shouted out was not a name that was enough to shake the capital, but a meaningless syllable.

They held his arms, one on each side, and dragged him out like a dead dog.

……

At the same time, smoke filled another large conference room in the Anti-Corruption Bureau.

Provincial Party Secretary Sha Ruijin sat in the main seat with a sullen face.

Gao Yuliang, deputy secretary of the provincial party committee and secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, Ji Changming, procurator-general of the provincial procuratorate, He Liming, deputy secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, and several giants of Handong's political and legal system all sat upright at this moment, not daring to even breathe.

The soundproofing of the conference room door was not top-notch, and Hou Liangping's hoarse roar could be faintly heard.

"...My wife is Zhong Xiaoai..."

Sha Ruijin's fingers tapping on the table suddenly stopped. He raised his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife, shooting straight at Gao Yuliang.

"Comrade Yu Liang,"

He snorted coldly, a hint of sarcasm on his lips. "So this is your good student! He's caused a huge mess, but instead of thinking about taking responsibility, he's still thinking about using his wife to bully others. Is this the kind of person that the Political Science and Law Department of Han University produces?"

These words were spoken with great severity, almost like a slap directly on Gao Yuliang's face.

Gao Yuliang's face twitched, he adjusted his glasses, and the look behind the lenses was dim and unclear.

He immediately straightened his back, his voice devoid of emotion as he stated a fact that had nothing to do with him: "Secretary Sha, I must clarify one thing. Hou Liangping is not my student. Although I have taught in the Political Science and Law Department of Handan University for many years, I have tens of thousands of students, and it is impossible for me to know every one of them. Moreover, someone as lawless and disregarding organizational discipline as him, even if he knelt down and begged me, I would never admit that such a student existed!"

He cleared himself of any responsibility. Hou Liangping was like a piece of chewing gum stuck on the sole of his shoe, which he was now scraping off with disgust.

Ji Changming and He Liming lowered their heads, looking at their noses and their hearts, wishing they could become a painting on the wall.

Ji Changming also did not want to admit that Hou Liangping was under his leadership.

They all knew that Hou Liangping was Gao Yuliang's favorite student, and this was almost common knowledge in Handong's political and legal circles.

But now, Gao Yuliang says he doesn’t know him.

This decisiveness and coldness made both of them feel a chill in their hearts.

Sha Ruijin did not ask any more questions, but his cold gaze stayed on Gao Yuliang's face for a few seconds before slowly moving away and looking out the window.

He was not in the mood to play this kind of official Tai Chi with Gao Yuliang. His mind was full of the situation at the military hospital.

General Zhao Yuanchao...

If something really happened in Handong, he, as the provincial party secretary, would have ten heads that were not enough to be chopped off.

In the corridor, Hou Liangping was dragged, and his heels made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the smooth floor tiles.

He heard it, he heard clearly what was said in the conference room.

"I do not know him!"

It’s the voice of Teacher Gao Yuliang!

The mentor who was always gentle and polite in front of him, praised him highly and regarded him as his right-hand man, completely denied their relationship in a cold and vicious tone that he had never heard before.

In an instant, Hou Liangping felt as if he was pushed off a cliff, with an endless abyss below.

His last psychological defense collapsed.

He finally realized that Zhong Xiaoai's name was useless, and Gao Yuliang's teacher-student relationship was a joke.

The trouble he had caused was so great that no one could or dared to protect him.

Fear washed over him like a tide.

"No...that's not the case..."

He began to struggle incoherently, his voice filled with tears.

"I want to see your leader! I want to see Commander Zhao! I arrested the wrong person! This is all a misunderstanding! Let me explain to him! I want to apologize to him personally!"

He was like a drowning man, desperately trying to grab the last straw.

He thought that as long as he could meet that "Commander Zhao", he would be able to explain everything clearly with his eloquent tongue.

However, the soldier who was escorting him suddenly stopped.

The soldier turned his head and stared at Hou Liangping with his bloodshot eyes.

Those eyes were filled with anger, unrelieved sadness, and extremely suppressed violence.

"explain?"

"apologize?"

"Commander Zhao was just rushed to the military district hospital for emergency treatment. We don't even know if he's dead or alive! You still want to apologize now?"

Hou Liangping felt so frightened by this look that he couldn't say a word.

He was still shouting and trying to defend himself: "I... I didn't know it would be like this... I just wanted to investigate the case..."

"Shut up!"

The soldier roared, unable to bear it any longer.

He raised his hand suddenly, and the Type 95 automatic rifle in his hand left a black afterimage.

"boom!"

The hard butt of the gun hit Hou Liangping's cheek hard.

There was a muffled sound.

Hou Liangping felt half of his face go numb instantly, followed by a piercing pain.

His head buzzed, the world spun, and his eyes were full of stars.

Warm, sweet liquid flowed out of his mouth, mixed with a few broken teeth.