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

boom!

These words made Sha Ruijin even more dizzy than the roar of the aircraft cannon just now.

He got it.

Zhao Yuanchao asked him to watch this video today, not to ask for his opinion nor to explain to him.

This is a warning.

This is an ultimatum!

He was telling Sha Ruijin and the entire Handong Provincial Party Committee and Provincial Government: From now on, I, Zhao Yuanchao, and my 20th Group Army will use military rules to handle Handong affairs.

The rules in your place don’t work here!

Sha Ruijin felt the cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He thought of the appointment from above, to put Handong under military control.

He had previously harbored the illusion that this was just a deterrent, a gesture.

Now he knew that it was not a fantasy, it was the reality that was coming.

And the man in front of him is the one who wields the sword of Damocles that hangs over the heads of all officials in Handong.

He really dares to kill people.

He really dared to go against the world's condemnation and ordered to open fire in peacetime, on the edge of the provincial capital!

This reckless madness and tyranny completely destroyed Sha Ruijin's last bit of dignity and confidence as a frontier official.

In the face of absolute violence, all political tactics and checks and balances appear so pale and powerless.

He looked at Zhao Yuanchao, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He felt that he was not facing a general, but a gun that was loaded and ready to fire at any time.

At this time, Sha Ruijin's phone rang.

There is a name on it: Zhong Xiaoai...

Sha Ruijin's face turned pale!

Zhong Xiaoai!

General Zhao was arrested by Hou Liangping, and the torture he used had already implicated Ji Changming.

Are you going to pull me down again?

Chapter 82: Refuse to Surrender, All Will Be Destroyed

The vibration of the phone was like a death spell.

It suddenly rang out in the conference room.

Sha Ruijin's gaze fell on the screen, and that name - Zhong Xiaoai.

His face, already pale because of Zhao Yuanchao's words, was now as white as a piece of rice paper, without a trace of blood.

Zhong Xiaoai!

Hou Liangping’s wife!

Why did she call at this critical moment?

plead?

question?

still is……

To spread pressure on some people?

Ji Changming has been dragged into this by that idiot Hou Liangping. Now, is it Sha Ruijin's turn?

A nameless anger mixed with a bone-chilling chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

What grade!

How dare a section chief of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection call directly to the personal cell phone of the provincial party secretary?

What about the rules?

What about discipline?

Do you think Sha Ruijin is now a soft persimmon that can be bullied by anyone?

Without any hesitation, he pressed the red hang-up button with a force that was almost like a vent of anger.

The action was quick and decisive. What he wanted to cut off was not a phone call, but the trouble that was trying to entangle him.

The phone stopped ringing abruptly, and the conference room fell into silence again.

Sha Ruijin didn't look at Zhao Yuanchao's expression. He forced himself to turn his gaze back to the huge combat command screen.

There, a real war was being staged in the territory of Handong, which he had never imagined.

The screen was divided into more than a dozen small windows, some of which were thermal imaging images from high-altitude drones, some were first-person views from the cockpit of an armed helicopter, and some were shaking images sent back by the cameras on the commandos' helmets.

The cold electronic synthesized sound echoed in the conference room without any emotion.

"Night Owl No. 37 has arrived over the target vessel, the Haiyuan. There are 12 vital signs on board, of which are concentrated on the aft deck and are armed."

"Night Owl No. 2, lock onto the ship's power system and be ready to launch a paralysis attack at any time."

"Infiltration team, begin the intrusion."

The scene switched, and a black "Z-20" general-purpose helicopter hovered like a ghost above the rough and dark sea.

Four thick ropes were lowered, and more than a dozen fully armed special forces soldiers, with agile bodies, slid down to the deck of a rusty freighter as fast as spiders.

In the night vision goggles, everything was a pale green.

The blue laser beams from the muzzles crisscrossed each other, suppressing the crew's resistance.

There were no shouts, no warnings, only short, dull puffs.

That was a burst of fire from an assault rifle equipped with a silencer.

Every time a popping sound was heard, a thermal imaging signal representing life on the screen would instantly dim.

Efficient, precise, and ruthless.

This was not a police operation to catch criminals at all, it was a complete military clearance operation.

If we follow the normal public security arrest operation, it requires deployment, infiltration, investigation, and a search warrant.

But, military action, nothing is needed!

At that moment, an independent communication channel was connected, and a steady voice reported, "Commander, 'Hound' calling, Captain Gao Cheng is safe. He has successfully obtained the enemy's core information, including a map of the entire high seas smuggling route and the source of live supply in the Golden Triangle region—a base codenamed 'The Farm.'"

A new data window pops up on the screen.

A nautical chart was quickly marked out, with a scarlet route extending from the coast of Handong to the vast high seas.

Next to it is a series of shocking texts and photos, which are evidence taken by Gao Cheng using a micro device.

"The source of living supply..."

"farm……"

Gao Yuliang chewed on these words silently, and a chill crept up from the groove of his spine.

He has been in officialdom for decades and considers himself knowledgeable and has a heart of stone.

But the blurry but still recognizable photos of the "goods" on the screen made even this veteran feel stomach cramps.

He glanced at He Liming beside him.

The deputy secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission of Handong Province looked so out of his mind at this moment.

His executive jacket was already soaked with cold sweat and stuck tightly to his back.

The beads of sweat on his forehead were like beads that had broken off the string, rolling down one by one, flowing along his fat cheeks and into his collar.

His lips trembled and his teeth chattered, making a slight "click" sound.

Among all the people present, He Liming was the most frightened.

Because he knew better than anyone what the so-called "living supply" and those so-called "goods" meant.

The top medical institutions in the province and even the country have always maintained astonishingly high efficiency and success rates in certain "special" transplant surgery fields.

Those perfectly matched "donors" of unknown origin were once his source of pride and the ladder for him to climb up.

Now, this ladder is about to become the gallows leading to hell.

He felt that Zhao Yuanchao's gaze was like the sharpest scalpel on the operating table, cutting open his flesh inch by inch through the air, examining the dirty and rotten secrets inside him.

Gao Yuliang also felt a chill on his back.

He was shocked by the 20th Army's thundering tactics.

From the time a problem is discovered to the time it is taken action, all local procedures are skipped.

Provincial Party Committee, Provincial Government, Provincial Public Security Department...

These institutions that once had great power in Handong were like paper decorations that were easily broken in the face of absolute military force.

Zhao Yuanchao had no intention of playing political games with them.

He overturned the table in the most direct and primitive way.

At this moment, Zhao Yuanchao's attention was completely on the screen.

With Gao Cheng rescued, the operation entered the second phase.

The main screen switched to the scene of the encirclement of another larger public ship, the "An Tai".

"Reporting to the commander, there are several officials and businessmen on the Antai! They refuse to accept the investigation."

The pilot's nervous report came from the communication channel, and on the screen one could see a chain of fire composed of tracer bullets shooting into the night sky like a venomous snake.

Sha Ruijin's heart was in his throat.

He subconsciously looked at Zhao Yuanchao, hoping to see any hesitation or tension on his face.