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

At this moment, a shrill cell phone ringtone rang wildly in his pocket at an inopportune time.

This sound was like a thunderclap in the dead silent conference room.

Sha Ruijin and Gao Yuliang's attention was drawn over at the same time.

He Liming shuddered all over. The death-stricken spell from the ringing bell frightened him to death.

He knew who was calling without even looking.

Who else could it be except Zhao Lidong, who pushed him to the front, used him as a shield, and now pushes him into the abyss?

catch?

What was he going to say?

Tell Zhao Lidong, the sky is falling, let’s wait for death together?

Don't answer?

The ringing of the bell was announcing to the Zhao Yuanchao in the house, look, I have accomplices!

He Liming's mind was blank, with only one thought left - make it stop!

immediately!

immediately!

His hands, shaking like sieves with fear, reached into his pocket to take out his cell phone.

The movements were so clumsy that he felt his fingers were no longer under his control.

The phone was slippery and covered in cold sweat, and he almost couldn't catch it.

On the screen, the three words "Zhao Lidong" appeared with a sinister grin.

Without thinking, he used all his strength to press the power button on the side.

He didn't want to hang up, he wanted to turn off the phone and cut off all connection with that world.

A shutdown confirmation option pops up on the screen.

His fingers trembled, and he clicked several times before finally hitting the red power off button.

The screen finally went black.

The world is quiet.

He Liming let out a long, silent sigh, and his entire body seemed to be drained of all its bones, collapsing in the chair.

He lowered his head, not daring to look into Zhao Yuanchao's eyes. He fantasized that as long as he became a transparent person, he could escape this disaster.

……

The atmosphere in the top-level box of the Baijinhan Club was very lively.

Crystal chandeliers cast brilliant light, and the air was filled with the mixed scent of expensive cigars and French perfume.

Zhao Lidong crossed his legs and leaned comfortably on the leather sofa, holding a cigar in his left hand and a glass of expensive whiskey in his right hand, with ice cubes making crisp clinking sounds in the glass.

The businessmen in front of him were nodding and bowing to toast him, their words full of disgusting flattery.

"Director Zhao, you're truly all-powerful! Is there anything in Jingzhou that you can't handle?"

"That's right! Secretary He has your backing in the province, so we'll all be counting on Director Zhao to provide you with support from now on!"

Zhao Lidong listened to these words with a reserved and complacent smile on his face.

He took a sip of his wine and slowly blew out a smoke ring. "Secretary He is so busy with all sorts of things that he doesn't have time to deal with such a small matter as ours. But we're all friends, so if we can help, we will definitely do so."

He was humble in words, but he was already feeling elated in his heart.

Although he was a little panicked because he failed to get through to He Liming on the phone just now, he started to indulge himself again after drinking a few glasses of wine.

He firmly believed that with He Liming as his strong backer, Handong Province, especially Jingzhou, would belong to him, Zhao Lidong.

What can we do about that new provincial party secretary Sha Ruijin and that ungrateful Li Dakang?

In the face of the absolute power network, they all have to stand aside.

As for Zhao Yuanchao who appeared inexplicably, and that short-sighted Hou Liangping, they were just small waves and could not cause any big waves.

He glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist and realized it was almost time.

The provincial meeting should be over by now.

He Liming must have arranged everything.

He picked up the phone on the table and dialed the number he knew by heart again.

The call was connected, and a "beep...beep..." waiting tone came from the receiver.

Zhao Lidong had a smile on his face, ready to ask in a relaxed tone as soon as the call was connected: "Secretary He, is everything settled?"

However, after two waiting tones, the voice in the receiver suddenly changed.

A cold, emotionless electronic female voice rang out clearly: "The user you dialed has been turned off."

The smile on Zhao Lidong's face froze instantly.

Shut down?

He lifted the phone from his ear and glanced at the screen to make sure he had dialed the right number.

That’s right, it’s He Liming’s private number.

This number is never turned off 24 hours a day. This is basic common sense for people in official circles.

Especially at such a critical moment, why would he turn off his phone?

Could it be that the power is out?

impossible.

People like He Liming pay more attention to these details than anyone else.

The music in the box was still loud and the businessmen's flattery continued, but these sounds now became extremely harsh and irritating when they entered Zhao Lidong's ears.

He felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

"Mayor Zhao, what's wrong? Secretary He didn't answer?"

A sharp-eyed businessman asked cautiously.

"fine."

Zhao Lidong waved his hands, pretending to be calm. "Maybe they're having an important confidential meeting, so they're not allowed to turn on the phone."

This was the only way he could comfort himself and explain it to others.

Before he puts down his phone!

Boom!

The precious wooden door was kicked away.

Two flash grenades were thrown in!

A group of businessmen and Zhao Lidong looked at the objects thrown in suspiciously.

What the hell is this? !

Boom!

Flash!

A sharp explosion!

The next moment, a group of fully armed soldiers rushed in. Zhao Lidong and the others knelt on the ground, blood oozing from their ears and noses. Everyone covered their eyes and rolled over in pain...

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Chapter 87: Autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves! Army commander Zhao Yuanchao shocks Zhong Zhengguo!

Platinum Club.

After the dazzling white light, there is endless darkness.

Zhao Lidong's whole world was buzzing, and hundreds of cicadas were frantically flapping their wings inside his head.

He couldn't feel his limbs and could only smell a strong, acrid odor like burning metal.

Then, warm liquid slowly flowed out from his nostrils and ear canals, with a sweet and fishy taste of rust.

He wanted to struggle, to stand up, to see what was happening.

But my body was like a puddle of mud, completely out of control.

The expensive glass of whiskey had long been smashed to pieces, and the ice and glass fragments mixed with the liquor soaked his priceless handmade trousers.

In the box, his "friends" who had been fawning just now were all lying on the ground in the same mess as him, curled up and groaning in pain.

Some people even became incontinent, and the luxurious carpet was a mess, emitting a disgusting stench.

Fear swept over like an icy tide.

This is not the police.

No police officer in Jinghai dared to kick his door in this way.

Heavy and orderly footsteps sounded.

Zhao Lidong tried hard to open his eyes.

A pair of dusty black military combat boots stopped before his eyes.

The owner of the boots didn't make any sound, just stood there quietly, like a silent mountain.

Zhao Lidong used all his strength and raised his head with difficulty.

He saw a face completely hidden by a tactical helmet and goggles.