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

It was not blood and flesh flying everywhere, but a more horrifying sight - his entire body was directly turned into a ball of blood-colored mist by the high-explosive warhead, mixed with broken bones and fragments of internal organs, which spread out weirdly under the beam of the searchlight.

Then, with a deft swing of the Death Whip in the air, it caught up with several other fleeing thugs.

"Puff puff!"

There were several muffled sounds in succession, and those living people followed in Scarface's footsteps in one ten-thousandth of a second.

Their running movements came to an abrupt halt, and their bodies were wiped out by an invisible force, leaving behind only a rapidly expanding blood mist and some fragmented tissues that were no longer recognizable.

The strong wind, carrying a strong smell of blood, blew towards the faces of the thugs who had just knelt down and had not yet fully reacted.

A thug who was close to him even felt a few drops of warm and sticky liquid splashing into his neck.

He reached out his hand stiffly and touched it, then took a look in front of his eyes. In the glaring light, it was a blurry red.

"vomit--!"

He couldn't hold it in any longer, his stomach churned, and he knelt on the ground and vomited.

The rest of the people were completely dumbfounded.

They watched helplessly as their companions, in less than a second, went from being living people to a faint red in the air.

This overwhelming violence, which exceeded their cognitive limits, instantly destroyed their last hope.

run?

Where to run?

In front of this group of demons that descended from the sky, they are not even qualified to be ghosts.

"Boom!"

"Dong dong!"

All those who had not had time to lie down completely now seemed to have their bones pulled out. They prostrated themselves on the ground with their faces buried in the cold sand and gravel, wishing they could dig a hole and bury themselves immediately.

He was afraid that any unnecessary movement on his part would bring about a devastating blow from the sky.

The entire gravel yard was dead silent except for the huge roar of the helicopter and the vomiting and suppressed sobbing of the survivors.

In the air, the military strike ended.

The action enters the next phase.

One after another, the Z-10s hovered steadily in the air more than ten meters above the ground. The cabin doors slid open, and several thick black ropes were thrown down and landed precisely on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, soldiers wearing black combat uniforms, tactical helmets, masks on their faces and night vision goggles slid down the ropes like ghosts.

Their movements were incredibly fast, with no unnecessary shaking.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he bent his knees to relieve the force. The Type 95 submachine gun in his hand was already pointing in different directions. The tactical flashlight on the muzzle emitted a dazzling white light, scanning back and forth among the people kneeling on the ground.

They spread out quickly like a group of wolves working in perfect harmony, and controlled all key positions in the entire sand and gravel yard in battle formation.

There were no slogans, no unnecessary exchanges, only rapid communication through tactical sign language and whispers in the throat microphone.

Cold, efficient, deadly.

An especially tall soldier, who seemed to be the captain of the squad, walked quickly through the group of shivering thugs and headed straight for Gao Cheng who was standing in the wind.

Gao Cheng still stood upright. Although he was covered in wounds and had already exhausted all his strength, his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He looked at the familiar uniforms, these comrades from his own unit, and a warm feeling surged in his chest.

The captain stopped in front of Gaocheng. He did not salute or say anything emotional.

He simply used his tactical-gloved hands to quickly take off a spare bulletproof vest from his body, put it on Gao Cheng with firm yet gentle movements, and then fastened the buckle with a "click".

Then, he took off a submachine gun from his back, pulled the bolt, and stuffed the cold and heavy gun body into Gaocheng's arms.

The captain's voice came through the mask, deep and powerful, "The weapon safety is on."

Gao Cheng's fingers subconsciously stroked the cold body of the submachine gun. The familiar touch and the heavy weight were like a powerful electric current that instantly spread throughout his limbs.

He was no longer the prisoner at the mercy of others, but had once again become the soldier who had fought on the battlefield.

He gripped the gun tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The captain said no more. He turned, raised the communicator in his hand, and put it to his lips. In a flat voice, he reported to the command center: "'Sword' to 'Wolf's Den', the target 'Rock' has been located and is safe. I repeat, the target 'Rock' has been secured."

Military hospital.

A huge LCD screen was hung on the snow-white wall, and the screen was showing the hellish scene at the gravel yard.

In the picture, the 10mm cannon of the Z-30 attack helicopter spewed out destructive flames.

“Da da da da da—!”

It wasn't a sound effect from a movie, but a dull, tearing, gut-shattering metallic roar.

Every roar was accompanied by the explosion of sand and gravel on the ground and the instant disintegration of human bodies.

Sha Ruijin's face was as white as a piece of paper.

He placed his hands on the conference table, his knuckles bulging from clenching his hands tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.

As the number one figure in Handong Province, he has seen many storms and dealt with countless difficult group incidents, but the violence before him, which is beyond conventional understanding, is like a sledgehammer, smashing all his cognition of power and order.

This is not maintaining stability, nor is it law enforcement; this is a military action.

Gao Yuliang, who was sitting next to him, was in an even worse situation.

His lips trembled slightly and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He subconsciously reached for the water cup in front of him, but his hands were shaking so badly that the water in the cup swayed and hit the cup wall, making a soft "ding ding" sound. In this dead silent room, the sound was so harsh that it made people uneasy.

He is a man who sticks to procedures, evidence and law.

But everything on the screen tore the words "procedure" and "law" to pieces in the bloodiest way.

In the face of the fire from aircraft cannons, all laws are a joke.

He Liming, deputy secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, almost collapsed in his chair.

He stared at the screen with his eyes wide open, and a "ho ho" sound came from his throat, as if someone was strangled.

When the first man was hit by the cannon bullet and exploded into a bloody mist, his body trembled violently as if he was electrocuted and he almost slipped off the chair.

He didn't dare to look away, let alone look at the face of the man sitting in the main seat.

The only source of calm in the room was the commander of the 20th Group Army, Zhao Yuanchao.

He wasn't looking at the screen.

From the beginning of the video, his gaze was always calmly fixed on the faces of Sha Ruijin, Gao Yuliang and He Liming, like an experienced hunter observing prey caught in a trap.

As deafening as the roar in the video was, his silence at this moment was suffocating.

On the screen, the battle is coming to an end.

The special forces rappelled, controlled the scene, put on a bulletproof vest for Gao Cheng, and handed him a weapon...

Every movement was precise, cold, efficient, and devoid of human emotion.

When the captain reported through the communicator that "the target 'Rock' has been secured", the video frame froze and the screen went black.

The room instantly fell into absolute, deafening silence.

There was only the faint whirring sound from the air-conditioning outlet and Gao Yuliang's increasingly heavy breathing.

"Gudong."

He Liming swallowed hard, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, making a frighteningly loud sound.

Sha Ruijin finally slowly loosened his clenched fists. He felt his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He forced himself to turn his head and meet Zhao Yuanchao's gaze.

What kind of eyes are those?

The ancient well is calm and bottomless.

The small war on the screen just now was just a trivial matter for him.

"Zhao... Commander Zhao..."

Sha Ruijin spoke, his voice surprisingly dry and hoarse, completely lacking the free and easy demeanor he usually displayed at the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee meetings. "This is..."

He wanted to ask what this was, but the words were on the tip of his tongue and he couldn't bring himself to ask.

what is this?

This is a military operation!

It's a naked show of force!

It was a unilateral massacre carried out on his territory of Handong Province by an armed force that was beyond his control!

Zhao Yuanchao leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands on the table, and looked at Sha Ruijin calmly. There was no provocation or showing off in his eyes, only a cold statement of fact.

"Secretary Sha, six of my soldiers have lost contact in your Handong area, and their whereabouts are unknown."

"In my opinion, losing contact is equivalent to sacrifice!"

"I will handle these matters with the highest military standards!"

His voice was not loud, but it struck the hearts of the three people like a heavy drum.

"One of them is the one you just saw in the video, Gao Cheng, the captain of my 7th Steel Company."

Zhao Yuanchao's gaze shifted away from Sha Ruijin's face and slowly swept across Gao Yuliang and He Liming.

When Gao Yuliang was looked at by him, he subconsciously wanted to dodge, but found that his whole body was stiff and he could not move.

"We are soldiers, and a soldier's duty is to protect our country. But the prerequisite is that we must first have a family of our own and be able to protect our brothers."

Zhao Yuanchao's tone remained calm. "When my soldiers were hunting down people in a province that should have been peaceful and stable, if I, as the army commander, were still sitting in my office writing reports, going through procedures, and waiting for your approval..."

He paused, and an almost imperceptible, cold curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Then I don't deserve to wear this uniform."

"I will retrieve my people in my own way and protect them. As for what happened during the process..."

He looked at Sha Ruijin again and said word by word, "Secretary Sha, this is a military operation. Within the scope of the military operation, any personnel or targets that hinder the operation will be considered hostile elements and will be eliminated."

"Irresistible military action, that's the definition."