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

The other party was wearing urban camouflage combat uniforms, and his bulletproof vest was covered with various equipment that he couldn't name. In his hand was a cold-looking assault rifle, the black muzzle still had the warmth of gunpowder.

That's not standard police equipment.

That is the army, a real killing machine that can only be seen in war movies.

The leading man slowly squatted down and took off his goggles, revealing a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle.

There was no anger, no pity, or even any emotion in his eyes, only the indifference of seeing through life and death.

He just looked at Zhao Lidong calmly, observing an experimental sample.

"Zhao Lidong?"

The man's voice was not loud, but it was like an ice pick, piercing Zhao Lidong's eardrum.

This is not a question, but a confirmation.

"I... I'm Zhao Lidong from Jinghai City. Who are you..."

Zhao Lidong's voice was hoarse and trembling. He tried to bring out the identity he was most proud of, which was the amulet that had allowed him to run rampant in Jinghai for many years. "Who are you? Do you know what you are doing? This is illegal!"

The man found it a little funny and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards slightly, but it was not a smile, but an almost cruel contempt.

"illegal?"

He repeated the word, his tone playful, "Talk to us about the law?"

Before he finished speaking, a soldier behind him stepped forward and without hesitation hit Zhao Lidong hard on the back of the neck with the butt of his rifle.

"Uh!"

Zhao Lidong groaned and fell back to the ground, his eyes full of stars. The little strength he had just gathered vanished in an instant.

"Shut up."

"who are you……"

The man stood up, put his goggles back on, and his voice returned to its previous coldness: "You are not qualified to ask questions."

He pressed the communicator at his throat and ordered in a concise, emotionless tone: "Target 'Hibernation' has been controlled. All units report the situation."

Almost at the same time, the same thundering action was taking place in every corner of Jinghai City.

Construction Group Headquarters, Chairman’s Office.

Chen Tai, who is over 60 years old, is leisurely sipping a pot of top-quality Wuyishan Dahongpao.

He thought he had cleaned himself up and was a respected entrepreneur and a major taxpayer in Jinghai City.

The fighting and killing in the martial arts world has long been far away from him.

The heavy wooden door of the office, which was said to be bulletproof, suddenly exploded from the middle.

Amidst the flying wood chips, several dark shadows flashed in like ghosts.

Chen Tai didn't even have time to see the person clearly. He felt a chill on his neck and a cold needle pierced his skin.

His whole body went limp and he collapsed beside the precious rosewood tea table, watching the priceless pot of tea spill over and soak his carefully maintained Tang suit.

"Report, target 'Old Ghost' captured. No lethal force was used."

……

The most luxurious "Platinum" nightclub in Jinghai City.

Xu Jiang was surrounded by women, holding a microphone and singing an off-tune pop song at the top of his lungs.

In the dance floor, dozens of his men surrounded him and danced wildly.

Suddenly, the power to the entire nightclub was cut off, and it fell into dead silence and darkness.

The guests exclaimed in surprise.

Xu Jiang cursed and threw away the microphone: "Who the hell turned off the power? Do you want to die?"

No one answered him.

In response to him, white gas gushed out simultaneously from dozens of vents on the ceiling.

The gas is colorless and odorless, but has a strong anesthetic effect.

Before Xu Jiang could react, he and his men fell to the ground like dumplings, losing consciousness one after another.

A few minutes later, the backup power kicked in and the dim emergency lights came on.

A group of soldiers in black combat uniforms and gas masks walked silently into the dance floor and dragged the unconscious Xu Jiang away like a dead dog.

"Report, target 'Mad Dog' has been dispatched. There were too many scumbags at the scene, and they have all been taken down. Waiting for the local police to clean up."

……

At Bai Jiangbo's home.

He had just finished arguing with Chen Shuting and was pacing around the living room in frustration.

He always felt uneasy recently and something big was about to happen.

Outside the window, a barely detectable red dot lit up from the tall building opposite and landed precisely on his chest.

The next second, the sturdy security door of his house flew inward with a loud bang and hit the wall of the living room heavily.

Bai Jiangbo was so frightened that he subconsciously wanted to run to the bedroom.

But as soon as he turned around, a large hand with an iron clamp grabbed his throat and lifted him off the ground.

The feeling of suffocation made him struggle desperately, kicking his feet in the air.

"Bai Jiangbo."

A cold voice sounded in his ears, "Our boss wants to invite you for tea."

"Report, target 'Salted Fish' has been hooked. He tried to escape, but we held him down."

……

Inside Zhao Lidong's box, the reports from the communicator came one after another, clearly reaching the ears of everyone who was still awake.

"'Old Ghost' captured."

"'Mad Dog' packing."

"The 'salty fish' has taken the bait."

Zhao Lidong's heart sank deeper and deeper into the ice cellar with each code name reported.

Chen Tai, Xu Jiang, Bai Jiangbo...

These well-known figures in Jinghai and even Handong, and the black network he had built for many years were uprooted in just a few minutes!

This is not an arrest at all, this is a war!

It is a surgical precision strike against him and his accomplices using the means of modern warfare!

What relationships, what connections, what rules...

In front of these soldiers who dropped from the sky, they were as fragile as a piece of paper.

Zhao Lidong finally understood.

He Liming was not in a meeting, nor was his phone out of battery.

He's done.

That unconnected phone call marked the end of his fate.

After listening to all the reports, Yuan Lang nodded with satisfaction.

He walked up to Zhao Lidong and kicked him in the face with his toes.

"Are you still alive?"

Zhao Lidong was shaking all over, his lips quivering, and he couldn't utter a word.

The power, cunning and scheming that he was proud of were crushed to pieces in the face of absolute violence.

He was just a prisoner waiting to be slaughtered.

"Put a hood on him and take him away."

Yuan Lang waved his hand, his tone as calm as if he was giving instructions on a trivial matter, "Leave the rest to the local authorities."

A soldier immediately stepped forward and suddenly covered Zhao Lidong's head with a rough black cloth hood.

Darkness descended, blocking out all vision but making hearing and touch unusually sharp.

He could feel two rough hands lifting him off the ground, the plastic zip tie digging deep into his wrists, causing excruciating pain.

He was pushed out, and the Patek Philippe watch under his feet was crushed to pieces with a crisp "crackling" sound.

That voice played the final elegy for his former glory.

As he passed the merchants slumped to the ground, he could hear their suppressed sobs and the chattering of their teeth.

These guys who were flattering him just a second ago now wished they had never appeared in this box.

Outside the door, the corridor was filled with fully armed soldiers, and the solemn atmosphere made the air on the entire floor freeze.

Zhao Lidong was taken into a special freight elevator and taken all the way down.

He didn't know where he was being taken or what was waiting for him.

But one thing was clear to him.

From the moment this door was kicked open, things in Handong Province were really going to change.

And he, Zhao Lidong, was just the first fallen leaf to be torn apart in this storm.

The elevator door opened and the cold night wind blew in.

He was roughly pushed into a windowless military truck and the door was locked with a bang.

The engine started and the vehicle drove away smoothly and quickly.

In the box, Yuan Lang took off his helmet, revealing a sharp-edged face.

He walked to the window and watched several military trucks merge into the traffic downstairs and quickly disappear into the night of the city.

He picked up the communicator again.