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

Or...

Everyone here?

We can't just allow that young man named Hou Liangping to take advantage of his backers and act recklessly in Handong's territory!

But now it seems that what Hou Liangping, that mad dog, bit out was not corruption, but the lifeblood of the Handong Provincial Party Committee!

Gao Yuliang's face instantly became extremely ugly.

His face, which was usually well-maintained and always wore an elegant smile, now had stiff muscles and distorted lines.

He forced himself to stay calm, but his fingers were shaking slightly unconsciously.

He wanted to say something, to make some excuses, or to test Sha Ruijin's bottom line.

But when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't say a word.

In the face of the word "suppressing the rebellion", any words seem pale and powerless, even ridiculous.

He Liming looked even more pale. He looked at Gao Yuliang for help, his eyes full of pleading and fear.

But Gao Yuliang just stared at the table, trying to find a way out in the texture of the mahogany.

The meeting ended in such a suffocating atmosphere.

No one spoke, no one talked, and even the movement of collecting documents became extremely slow.

People filed out, a group of prisoners who had just been tried.

Gao Yuliang and He Liming stood up stiffly and followed Sha Ruijin.

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

Three black Audis were already waiting in the parking lot of the provincial party committee compound.

Sha Ruijin got into the middle car. His secretary opened the door and he got in without looking back.

Gao Yuliang and He Liming looked at each other and saw despair in each other's eyes.

They silently got into a car behind.

The car door closed, blocking out the noise from the outside world and also blocking out the last hope.

The car drove smoothly out of the provincial party committee compound and merged into the rolling traffic of Jingzhou.

Outside the window is a bustling city with tall buildings, people coming and going, and a peaceful atmosphere.

But inside the car, there is a mobile ice cellar.

He Liming was sweating all over. He wanted to speak several times to break the silence, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

What could he say?

Ask Secretary Gao what we should do?

Gao Yuliang is probably in a difficult situation at this moment.

Gao Yuliang leaned back in his chair with his eyes slightly closed, but his rapidly twitching eyelids revealed the turmoil in his heart.

His mind was racing.

"Suppressing the Rebellion"...

Sha Ruijin's attitude.

What was his intention in naming himself and He Liming?

As the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, I bear the brunt of such a major public security incident and have no choice but to take responsibility.

But what about He Liming?

He is from the Organization Department. In terms of responsibility, it is not his turn to be ranked first.

Is it...

Are you going to use yourself and He Liming as the "sincerity"?

To calm the anger of Zhao Yuanchao and the army?

When he thought of this, Gao Yuliang's heart felt like it was immersed in ice water, cold from the inside out.

He felt like a chess piece trapped in a carefully arranged chess game. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the confines of the chessboard.

His decades of management and forbearance seemed to be vulnerable in the face of absolute power.

The convoy had a smooth journey and soon arrived at the Jingzhou Military Region Hospital.

The place is already heavily guarded.

At the door stood a sentry with a live ammunition, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

The checkpoints and inspections make this place look more like a military fortress than a hospital.

The car carrying Sha Ruijin, Gao Yuliang and He Liming was stopped at the door.

A captain came over with an expressionless face, checked the documents and inspected the vehicle with meticulous procedures. There was no respect for the senior local officials in his eyes, only cold scrutiny.

Gao Yuliang and He Liming had to get out of the car and walk to the inpatient building.

The autumn wind was a little chilly, and He Liming couldn't help shivering when it blew on his body.

He looked at the solemn white building in front of him and felt that it was not leading to the ward, but to the courtroom.

Gao Yuliang took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He adjusted his collar and took a step forward, but his steps were much heavier than usual.

He knew that if they took this step today, what awaited them would be a storm unprecedented in the Handong officialdom.

Chapter 78 The military action of the hawkish commander!

Sha Ruijin, Gao Yuliang and He Liming stood like three statues in an open space outside the inpatient building.

They were told to wait here, but were not told how long they would have to wait.

The night wind picked up the fallen leaves on the ground, swirling them around with a rustling sound, mocking their misery.

Not far away, patrolling soldiers marched in unison. The sound of their leather boots hitting the concrete floor was crisp and regular, and each sound struck He Liming's heart.

He felt his heart tightening in rhythm with the beat.

Sweat had soaked the back of his shirt, and the cold wind made him shiver.

He couldn't help but glance at Gao Yuliang, hoping to find a clue from the old leader's face, even a hint of calmness.

But Gao Yuliang's face was a mask he had worn for many years, and apart from elegance, no other emotions could be seen.

Only the occasional sharp flash of light behind the lens revealed the turbulent waves in his heart.

Sha Ruijin stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the dark windows of the inpatient building, silent as a mountain.

He was like the most patient hunter, quietly waiting for the prey to reveal its own flaws.

His calmness made Gao Yuliang and He Liming feel more suffocated than any harsh words.

Finally, a soldier on guard walked out of the building quickly and passed by them without even a glance.

The soldier stopped at the door of a lighted guard room not far away and reported something in a low voice.

This tiny movement was like a huge rock thrown into stagnant water, making Gao Yuliang and He Liming's hearts hang in the air.

Just a few minutes ago, a captain, the same one who had stopped their car, informed them in a stern tone, "The commander is handling urgent military matters. Please wait here, leaders."

Military affairs?

Handling military business in the hospital?

Gao Yuliang's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

He understood instantly that this inpatient building was probably no longer a hospital, but the front-line command center of the 20th Army in Handong.

Zhao Yuanchao was not a frightened victim who needed rest. He was a tiger that had broken into Handong's territory and was sharpening his claws in the ward.

The three of them, the Secretary of the Handong Provincial Party Committee, the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, and the Minister of Organization, were like three sheep in a pen, and they could only watch and wait.

He Liming finally couldn't stand this torture anymore. He moved closer to Gao Yuliang and whispered, "Secretary Yuliang... what... what is going on? What are they trying to do?"

There was a tearful tone in his voice, and he was almost breaking down.

Gao Yuliang didn't look at him, his eyes still fixed on the building. His voice was very low, squeezed out from between his teeth: "Stand still, don't speak. Think about your own identity."

This sentence was like a basin of cold water poured over He Liming's head.

He shuddered suddenly. Yes, he was a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee and Minister of Organization.

Even if the sky falls, he has to stand up straight and not panic like an ordinary citizen.

But although he understood this principle, his body did not obey him.

His legs were already starting to feel weak.

At the same time, on the top floor of the inpatient department, in the intensive care unit that had been converted into a temporary command center, the atmosphere was as heavy as iron.

Zhao Yuanchao was only wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown with the collar open, looking a little casual.

But his posture sitting in front of the screen was like a sword about to be unsheathed, exuding an intimidating edge.

His deep eyes were fixed on the huge LCD screen in front of him.

On the screen is real-time satellite monitoring footage of a sand field on the outskirts of Jinghai City.

The high-resolution images can even clearly see every moving figure in the sand field.

In thermal imaging mode, dozens of red spots of light gathered in a row of simple sheds, while several other spots of light lurked in several key locations outside the sand field, motionless, like dormant poisonous snakes.

"Report to the commander,"

20th Army Chief of Staff Zhou Shoujing pointed to a corner of the screen and said in a deep voice, "Gao Cheng's location has been confirmed. According to his last encrypted signal, he was out of contact for fourteen days. If the signal hadn't suddenly been restored this morning, we... our military region would have six more names on its list of martyrs."

Zhou Shoujing's voice was filled with fear and uncontrollable anger.

They knew exactly what fourteen days meant to a special forces team deep behind enemy lines.

Every minute and every second, you may face death.

Zhao Yuanchao pressed his lips into a hard straight line.