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

On a split screen, several armed helicopters painted in dark gray camouflage were like steel behemoths hovering over the city. Their huge rotors stirred up strong winds, causing the open-air swimming pool on Bai Jinhan's rooftop to surge.

As the ropes descended, the fully-armed members of Team A, their faces painted with oil, appeared like divine soldiers sent down from heaven. Their movements were so agile that they didn't seem real.

They broke in through the window, and the picture shook violently for a brief moment before stabilizing.

The camera cuts to the interior, where the luxurious box is in a mess.

Zhao Lidong, the deputy mayor of Jinghai City, who was just surrounded by women and looked so arrogant, is now being held like a chicken, with his hands tied behind his back and pressed tightly on an expensive wool carpet.

His usually pampered face was now distorted, stained with red wine and broken glass, and his mouth was still shouting something in vain, but in the face of absolute power, his voice seemed so ridiculous.

Another split screen switched to the coastal highway from Jinghai to the port.

The group chairman's black car was fleeing frantically.

However, in the darkness of the night, several military off-road vehicles rushed out from the fork in the road like ghosts, and accurately completed the collision and double-teaming.

No sirens, no warnings.

The car door opened and out rushed a special forces soldier in similar attire.

They didn't even try to open the car door, but directly smashed the window with tools and dragged out the terrified chairman inside.

The chairman was still holding a suitcase tightly in his hand, and the opening of the suitcase revealed stacks of brand new US dollars.

The entire process, from locking onto the target to completing the capture, was breathtakingly fast.

This is no longer an arrest, this is a war.

It is an unequal and crushing war against the evil forces in Jinghai City.

Sha Ruijin's knuckles turned slightly white due to the force. He stared at the screen with his brows twisted into a knot.

As the top leader of Handong, what he saw was a blatant overstepping of authority and the army's brutal interference in local government affairs.

But at the same time, he also saw the overwhelming power, the kind of lightning efficiency that he might not be able to achieve even if he mobilized the entire province's police force.

He knew in his heart that he could not stop this storm, and he didn't even have the qualifications to question it.

Gao Yuliang subconsciously pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses flashed with surprise and doubt.

He has always regarded himself as a planner, good at strategizing within the rules.

But everything that happened before his eyes completely shattered all the rules he was familiar with.

Zhao Yuanchao, the angry commander of the 20th Army, accepted the task from above and simply disdained to play the same game with him.

Gao Yuliang's brain was working rapidly, assessing the impact of this incident on himself and the "Handa Gang". An unprecedented sense of crisis, like a cold poisonous snake, wrapped around his heart.

As for He Liming, his face was no longer just pale.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of cold sweat, his lips were chapped, and he was trembling slightly unconsciously.

Zhao Lidong, Chen Tai...

These two names were like two heavy hammers, hitting his heart hard.

That was the foundation of his many years of business in Jinghai, the extension of his power, and the source of his wealth!

He is the biggest spider behind Jinghai's invisible web.

Now, a huge hole has been torn in this net, and the two people who were captured are the ones who know his background best!

He felt like it was becoming difficult to breathe, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest.

He didn't even dare to look at the expressions of Sha Ruijin and Gao Yuliang. He was afraid of seeing the slightest doubt in their eyes.

Just then, the door of the conference room was pushed open with a click.

The three people's eyes turned to the door in unison as if drawn by a magnet.

Zhao Yuanchao walked in slowly, wearing a neat military uniform.

He didn't look at the screen, as if the thundering action taking place on it had nothing to do with him.

His eyes calmly swept over the three people in the room, and finally fell on He Liming, who had the ugliest expression.

The gaze was not sharp, but like a scalpel, it accurately cut through all of He Liming's disguises.

He Liming felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, causing him to shiver all over and subconsciously avoid Zhao Yuanchao's sight.

"Zhao Lidong, Chen Tai and others have been arrested."

Zhao Yuanchao's voice was flat, as if he was describing today's weather.

"Everyone, come with me to the interrogation."

He pronounced the word "interrogation" extremely clearly, and each syllable was like a bullet, accurately shooting into the ears of the three members of the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee.

Sha Ruijin and Gao Yuliang's pupils suddenly shrank.

Go to interrogation?

What does it mean?

Let them attend as auditors?

still is……

Let them testify?

He Liming was struck by lightning and froze completely.

Go to interrogate Zhao Lidong and Chen Tai?

This was even more terrifying than arresting him directly!

He couldn't imagine the scene, he was sitting on the side of the interrogation room, watching his former "partner" being interrogated.

If those two people utter even a word about him, he will be doomed!

Zhao Yuanchao wants to kill people and destroy their hearts!

He wanted the top leaders of Handong Province to witness with their own eyes how the crimes under their rule were uncovered, and how those who were inextricably linked to them collapsed!

He Liming felt dizzy and could even smell the cold sweat emanating from his body due to fear.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat was too dry and no sound came out.

At this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open again.

This time, it wasn't just one person who came in.

A team of soldiers armed with live ammunition walked in in uniform steps and lined up on both sides of the door.

The cold murderous aura from them instantly lowered the temperature in the conference room by several degrees.

Following closely, Ji Changming, the Chief Prosecutor of the Provincial Procuratorate, walked in "accompanied" by two soldiers.

When Ji Changming saw the scene in the room, especially the images on the screen, shock was written all over his usually calm and experienced face.

He was obviously "invited" here on short notice.

Zhao Yuanchao didn't say another word, just made a "please" gesture.

This simple action carries an unquestionable command.

Sha Ruijin's face turned ashen. He glanced at the soldiers at the door, then at Zhao Yuanchao who had an expressionless face. Finally, he stood up heavily.

He knew that resistance was futile.

Gao Yuliang adjusted his glasses and stood up slowly. He tried hard to make his expression look calm, but the stiff corners of his mouth betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

He sighed and stood up as well.

He was a smart man and understood that he was just a witness today, an audience member who was forcibly dragged into the show.

Only He Liming's legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.

A soldier standing behind him coughed softly.

This light cough was like a death warrant, causing He Liming's whole body to tremble violently. He suddenly jumped up from the chair, and the movement was so big that he even knocked over the chair behind him.

"Bang!"

The harsh sound echoed in the silent conference room, seeming particularly abrupt.

He Liming looked ashen, and under the gaze of everyone, he took stiff steps and followed Sha Ruijin.

The group walked out of the meeting room under the "protection" of soldiers armed with live ammunition.

In the corridor, there was a sentry with a gun every few steps.

The doctors and nurses who had originally been in the hospital had long been cleared out.

This place has now become a temporary military restricted area.

Sha Ruijin, Gao Yuliang, He Liming, and Ji Changming, the four giants of Handong Province's political and legal system, were now like a group of prisoners about to be taken to the execution ground, walking silently in this long, bright and somewhat dazzling corridor.

There was a storm in the heart of each of them.

They finally understood that Zhao Yuanchao had no intention of talking to them about any political rules from the very beginning.

What he had to do was to use the most absolute violence to crush all the unspoken rules of Handong, dig out all the abscesses hidden in the darkness, and expose them to the sun.

Beijing.

Zhong Zhengguo's office.

The emotionless voice of Zhao Yuanchao on the phone just now, like a verdict, still lingered in the air, making the high-ranking deputy secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission feel a chill in his bones.

He hung up the phone, but his fingers were still stiffly on the receiver, not moving for a long time.

Dusk has quietly fallen outside the window, dyeing the outline of the Western Hills a deep dark blue.

There were no lights on in the office. The heavy mahogany desk and the row of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves behind it looked like giant beasts lurking in the shadows.

Zhong Xiaoai was standing in the shadow not far away. She didn't dare to make a sound, and even her breathing was very light.

She looked at her father's back. The spine that once seemed so tall and strong in her eyes now seemed to be bent by an invisible force.

She heard the content of the phone call with her own ears. Zhao Yuanchao actually spoke to her father in such an unquestionable and commanding tone.

This is not just a lack of respect, it is a blatant slap in the face.

Zhong Zhengguo finally moved.

He was thinking, weighing, and looking for that lever that could break the current deadlock, even if it was only a hope.