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

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After a long time, he reached out his hand, but did not touch the documents on the table. Instead, he fumbled and picked up another red telephone.

His movements were slow, and his fingers paused several times on the dial. With each pause, he was engaged in a difficult inner struggle.

Finally, he pressed his finger down.

The beeping sound of the phone being connected was particularly harsh in the silent room.

Zhong Xiaoai's heart also tightened with the sound.

She knew who her father was calling.

There aren't many people my father can turn to for help at a time like this.

And in the mud of Handong, the only person who has enough weight to compete with Zhao Yuanchao's mad bull is probably the one who has already retired.

Former Secretary of the Handong Provincial Party Committee, Zhao Lichun.

The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up. A slightly old but full-bodied voice came from the receiver, with the leisurely manner of someone who has been in a superior position for a long time: "Hello? Who is this?"

"Secretary Lichun, it's me, Zhong Zhengguo."

Zhong Zhengguo's voice sounded dry and tired. He tried to make his tone calmer, but the heaviness could not be concealed.

Zhong Zhengguo was still used to calling Zhao Lichun "Secretary", but this Secretary was only the Secretary of Handong Province. Now Zhao Lichun was promoted in name only and demoted in reality. He had been promoted a long time ago, but he had lost his real power. Now he just wanted to settle down peacefully.

Zhao Lichun on the other end of the phone was a little surprised. He chuckled and said, "Oh? Old Zhong?"

"Secretary Lichun, something happened in Handong."

Zhong Zhengguo didn't beat around the bush. He knew that in front of an old fox like Zhao Lichun, any preparation would seem redundant and ridiculous.

"Handong?"

Zhao Lichun's tone remained calm, as if he was discussing a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him. "What could possibly happen in Handong? Comrade Ruijin is there, I'm assured."

"Not Sha Ruijin."

"Zhao Yuanchao of the 20th Army. He led his troops into Handong under the guise of military exercises and has now effectively taken military control of Jingzhou."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for more than ten seconds.

This silence is more shocking than any harsh words.

Zhong Zhengguo could even imagine what expression would be on Zhao Lichun's face, which always had a warm smile.

"Martial law?"

Zhao Lichun's voice finally rang out again, the carefree air completely gone, replaced by a cold, poisonous sharpness. "Why does he do that? Who gave him the courage?"

"Appointment from above."

"The reason is that six of his special agents have lost contact in Handong and their whereabouts are unknown."

"Nonsense!"

"For six soldiers, he's going to turn the tables on Handong? What kind of warlords are doing this? What about Sha Ruijin? What about Li Dakang? What about Gao Yuliang? Are they all dead? They're just letting a young boy run amok in their territory?"

"They are now... I'm afraid they can't even protect themselves."

"Zhao Yuanchao has already 'invited' Sha Ruijin, Gao Yuliang, He Liming, and Ji Changming to the Provincial People's Hospital, letting them witness the interrogation of their own men. Secretary Lichun, he's going to kill and destroy their hearts. He wants to tear the Handong bureaucracy apart from the root!"

Zhong Zhengguo continued, "He just called me and asked me to tell you... He said that the game has begun and no one can quit midway."

"Bastard!"

There was a loud sound of a cup breaking from the phone, followed by Zhao Lichun's heavy breathing.

Zhong Zhengguo held the receiver and waited quietly.

He knew that Zhao Lichun understood the weight of Zhao Yuanchao's words better than anyone else.

Handong is Zhao Lichun’s old nest that he has run for many years. It is so complicated that any move can affect the whole body.

If Zhao Yuanchao really investigates the matter without any consequences, the first thing to be torn apart is the Zhao family's network that covers the sky and the earth.

Any one of the things his beloved son Zhao Ruilong did in Handong would be enough to make him suffer.

"Jungkook,"

When Zhao Lichun's voice came again, it had returned to its usual calmness, but beneath that calmness, there was a surge of murderous intent. "Is your son-in-law, Hou Liangping, also in Handong?"

Zhong Zhengguo's heart sank suddenly: "Yes."

At this time, Zhong Zhengguo had to admit that if Hou Liangping had not arrested Zhao Yuanchao, a series of subsequent events would not have occurred.

"Did Zhao Yuanchao fall into his hands before?"

"……Yes."

There was silence on the other end of the phone again.

Zhong Xiaoai stood in the dark, listening to the conversation between her father and Zhao Lichun, and the blood in her body seemed to freeze.

She suddenly remembered something, something she had tried to forget, but now appeared in her mind with incredible clarity.

Hou Liangping captured Zhao Yuanchao who parachuted into Handong.

Afterwards, she heard Hou Liangping mention with a bit of boasting and fear that some tricks were used during the interrogation.

What does "used some means" mean?

Hou Liangping's original words were: "That guy is very tough, but also very stubborn. If you don't use some tricks on him, he will fight you until dawn. But don't worry, I know my limits and I won't die."

Can't die?

Zhao Yuanchao will not die, but you, Hou Liangping, will definitely die!

……

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Lichun said slowly, "Zhengguo, our two families are now tied to the same rope. I'll call some old friends and put pressure on them. But you have to be mentally prepared."

"What preparation?"

There was an imperceptible tremor in Zhong Zhengguo's voice.

"Zhao Yuanchao's knife is too fast and too sharp. We must make him bleed before he can hurt us."

Zhao Lichun's voice was as cold as the wind in a tomb. "I'm afraid your son-in-law... will become the first sacrifice."

Zhong Zhengguo clenched the hand holding the phone suddenly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

After hanging up the phone, he leaned weakly against the back of his chair, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

Zhong Xiaoai could no longer stand. She staggered and held onto the bookshelf behind her, but the cold wood could not dispel the coldness in her heart.

Zhao Lichun's words were like a poisoned dagger, precisely piercing the place she feared the most.

Abandon the car to save the handsome man.

In the eyes of these powerful figures, Hou Liangping, her husband, is nothing more than a chess piece that can be sacrificed at any time.

It is even a sacrifice given to the hawks to appease their anger.

This time, no one could save him.

Not maybe, not probably.

But definitely!

Hou Liangping is doomed.

Chapter 90 Killing the chicken to scare the monkey

In the suburbs of Beijing, there is a private leisure estate that is not open to the public.

Pavilions, towers, winding streams, every scene exudes low-key luxury and hidden secrets that cannot be pried into.

Zhao Lichun was sitting in the tea room at the deepest part of the manor.

The broken pieces of the purple clay teapot on the ground had been quietly cleaned up by the servants, and the rage caused by the phone call had never happened.

He changed to a Ru kiln celadon glaze teacup, and stroked the warm cup wall with his fingertips. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, overlooking the mountains and rivers at his feet.

Zhao Ruilong is already on the road.

Instead of going to some small country in Southeast Asia, he went directly to North America.

He had arranged everything there long ago, and had enough capital and connections to allow him to live a more comfortable life than in his home country.

Zhao Lichun picked up the teacup and blew away the floating tea leaves, his movements slow and methodical, as usual.

But only he himself knew that a layer of cold sweat had not yet dried on his back.

Zhao Yuanchao...

The name was like a thorn, piercing deep into his nerves.

It was not a smiling tiger commonly seen in official circles, nor was it an eagle that could be negotiated.

It was a mad beast that crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and its claws and fangs still carried the bloody smell of the battlefield.

This kind of person doesn't follow rules, doesn't know how to compromise, and only sticks to one thing.

If you hurt his people, he will take your life.

If you disturb his foundation, he will dig up your ancestral grave.

The organization is furious?

Zhao Lichun sneered in his heart.

The organization is shit!

Zhao Yuanchao himself is the sharpest and most unreasonable part of the "organization".

No matter how powerful Handong is, can it stop tanks and armored vehicles?

His complex network of relationships was as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of absolute violence and reckless madness.

"The game has begun, and no one wants to quit midway."

What a great Zhao Yuanchao, what a great game.

Since it is a game, there must be winners and losers.