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

"Team A, Yuan Lang, report to the commander."

Zhao Yuanchao's calm voice came from the other end of the communicator.

"explain."

"Reporting to the Commander, the first phase of the 'Hibernation' plan has been successfully completed. The four main targets, Zhao Lidong, Chen Tai, Xu Jiang, and Bai Jiangbo, are all under control. The entire process took eleven minutes, and we suffered no losses."

Yuan Lang's tone was calm, as if he had just completed an ordinary exercise. "These local tyrants in Jinghai are even more vulnerable than I imagined."

"very good."

Zhao Yuanchao's voice was filled with unquestionable authority: "Keep an eye on them. The fun has just begun."

At this time, the phone rang.

"Hello, Commander Zhao, I'm Zhong Zhengguo..."

Chapter 88 Confrontation with Zhong Zhengguo

"Are you Comrade Aid Korea? I'm Zhong Zhengguo."

"Mr. Zhong."

Zhao Yuanchao's voice was calm, without any emotion, he was just confirming the other party's identity.

On the top floor of Jingzhou Military Region Hospital, there is a temporarily requisitioned independent conference room.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and only a dim desk lamp was on in the room, stretching Zhao Yuanchao's figure long and casting it on the smooth wall.

The air still lingered with the solemn atmosphere brought by Yuan Lang's report.

Zhao Yuanchao hung up the call with Yuan Lang and placed the military encrypted phone on the conference table.

He didn't sit down, but just stood there quietly.

There was a slight electric sound from the other end of the phone, followed by an old but strong voice, with the calmness and majesty of someone who had been in a superior position for a long time.

"Aid North Korea,"

Zhong Zhengguo's tone revealed the concern of an elder for his junior, yet it was also mixed with an unquestionable tone of command. "I heard about what happened in Jinghai. Isn't the commotion you've caused a bit too much?"

He paused, giving Zhao Yuanchao time to digest it.

"It's good for young people to be ambitious, but everything should be done in a proper manner. The situation in Handong is very complicated right now. The province is going all out on economic development, and stability is the overriding priority. Using the military like this, arresting people directly in the city center, will have a very negative impact."

Zhong Zhengguo's words were earnest and heartfelt, and every sentence was about the "overall situation" and "economy", as if he was giving a political lesson to an ignorant junior.

Zhao Yuanchao listened silently.

"A few hooligans and gang leaders can be dealt with by the local police. If you send troops there, what will the local comrades think? What will the provincial party committee comrades think? Isn't this a slap in their faces?"

Zhong Zhengguo continued, his tone becoming serious: "Yuan Chao, listen to my advice, hand the people over to the local authorities, and stop. Don't escalate this matter. It will not benefit you or Handong."

On the other end of the phone, Zhong Zhengguo fell silent after he finished speaking, waiting for Zhao Yuanchao's statement.

He thought that since he, a former provincial governor, had personally come forward to mediate, Zhao Yuanchao, a military commander, should be given some face no matter how unruly he was.

However, what he waited for was a long silence.

Just when Zhong Zhengguo was getting a little impatient and thought there was something wrong with the signal, Zhao Yuanchao finally spoke.

His voice remained calm.

"Mr. Zhong,"

Zhao Yuanchao asked calmly, "I understand everything you said."

He changed the subject and his tone suddenly became sharp.

"But what I arrested weren't just a few local thugs. Behind them was an organ trafficking network stretching from Handong to the international level."

The air in the conference room froze instantly.

Zhao Yuanchao's voice came clearly into Zhong Zhengguo's ears through the receiver, and every word was like a bullet.

"Not long ago, six of my special agents disappeared in Handong while pursuing this clue. They've been missing ever since. We've just found a man named Gao. Would you like me to have Commander Gao call Elder Zhong as well?"

"Mr. Zhong, you just talked to me about the overall situation and the economy."

Zhao Yuanchao's lips curled up in a cold arc, and he asked the empty room, "Don't you think that the lives of soldiers and the fight against organ trafficking are part of the overall situation?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhong Zhengguo's breathing obviously stopped for a moment.

He obviously did not expect Zhao Yuanchao to be so explicit, and he did not expect that the root of the matter would be such a horrific transnational crime.

Zhao Yuanchao didn't give him a chance to breathe. He immediately lobbed a more fatal question. His voice was low, but every word was piercing: "Or is it that Mr. Zhong has heard about the inside story of this international organ trafficking... and is deliberately covering it up?"

This question, like a heavy hammer, hit Zhong Zhengguo's most fragile nerves.

There was dead silence on the phone.

The old Mr. Zhong, who was calm and confident before, disappeared.

Instead, there was a suffocating silence.

He could feel the other person's breathing becoming heavy. Through thousands of kilometers of radio waves, Zhao Yuanchao could see the old man's expression suddenly stiffen.

shelter?

For a person of Zhong Zhengguo's level, these two words are political stains that he absolutely cannot be stained with.

Zhao Yuanchao was questioning, and even more so, the general!

If you admit that you know, then you are an accomplice and a protector.

If you deny any knowledge, then your previous advice of "considering the overall situation" becomes a huge joke, an absurd act of disregarding national interests for the sake of a few "thugs".

No matter how you answer, it's wrong.

Zhong Zhengguo was speechless by this sudden attack. All his words and threats were instantly blocked, and he was stuck in the middle, his face flushed red.

After a long time, so long that Zhao Yuanchao thought he would hang up the phone directly, Zhong Zhengguo's voice with suppressed anger sounded again, but there was no longer the previous calmness in that voice, only the threat of anger and shame remained.

"Zhao Yuanchao!"

He practically yelled the name.

"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have a little background and some military achievements! Let me tell you, water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it!"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"Handong's economy was built through the hard work of generations! How many jobs and families' livelihoods are affected here?!"

"Okay! Go ahead and check it out!"

Zhong Zhengguo's words were filled with a fierce determination to fight to the death. "I'm putting this on the line. If you've shaken Handong's foundation today and ruined its economy, you'll be Handong's eternal sinner!"

"By then, I won't have to do anything. Those whose jobs you've ruined will eat you alive!"

A naked threat, no more disguise.

This is no longer an exhortation, but a warning.

Listening to the angry roar on the other end of the phone, Zhao Yuanchao's face did not change at all.

He didn't even raise an eyebrow.

sinner?

He held the phone, slowly walked to the window, and pulled open the heavy curtains.

Outside the window, the night view of Jingzhou is dazzling, and the lights of thousands of homes merge into a dazzling galaxy.

Prosperous and stable.

How many martyrs sacrificed their lives to create this prosperity?

Are we going to watch the city fought for by the martyrs being destroyed?

An economy built with the blood and lives of countless people is not an achievement, but a sin.

Zhao Yuanchao did not argue with Zhong Zhengguo again.

To someone who has chosen to stand in the mud, any reason is nonsense.

He just looked calmly at the night outside the window, then gently pressed the hang-up button.

beep…

beep…

beep…

The busy tone sounded, cutting off all of Zhong Zhengguo's roars and threats.

Zhao Yuanchao threw the phone back on the table with a slight "pop" sound.

He stared deeply at the outline of the city in the distance.

sinner?

If we can let the next generation live in peace, they won’t have to worry about evil happening to them and being powerless to do anything about it.

Then let him be the sinner.

Even if huge waves are set off, even if the flood drowns him.

He doesn't hesitate at all.

He suddenly turned around and went to the conference room where Sha Ruijin, Gao Yuliang and He Liming were. He wanted to see what the three of them had to say.

Chapter 89 Zhong Xiaoai faces the reality: Zhao Yuanchao will not die, but you, Hou Liangping, will die!

Special conference room at Jingzhou Military Region Hospital.

Sha Ruijin, Gao Yuliang, and He Liming looked at each other.

The huge LCD screen, divided into several images, is broadcasting a series of unpredictable military operations in real time.

That's not a movie, but the most real and cruel images transmitted back from high-altitude reconnaissance satellites and drones.

Handong Provincial Party Committee Secretary Sha Ruijin, Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee and Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission Gao Yuliang, and Handong Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee Member and Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee Secretary He Liming, three big figures who could cause an earthquake in the officialdom in Handong with just a stomp of their feet, now stared at the screen like three stiff stone statues, motionless.

Their faces were pale, a mixture of shock, fear, and disbelief.