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

The highway under the night sky looks like an endless black ribbon.

The streetlights on both sides quickly swept backwards, turning into blurry orange halos.

Zhong Xiaoai's mind was blank. She just mechanically stepped on the accelerator, leaving the city and home behind her far behind.

Her father's words, "Don't ever come back," were like a poisonous thorn in her heart.

It hurts, but it's more of a relief.

From today on, she is no longer Zhong Zhengguo's daughter.

She is just Hou Liangping's wife.

I don’t know how long we drove, the sky turned from inky black to grayish white, and finally, a hint of morning light appeared on the horizon.

"We are entering the border of Handong Province ahead. Please slow down."

A cold electronic female voice came from the navigation.

Zhong Xiaoai cheered up, stepped on the brakes, and slowly slowed down the car.

However, the scene before her made her grip on the steering wheel tighten suddenly.

The highway toll station in the distance did not have as much traffic as usual.

All the vehicles were guided and formed into long queues, moving slowly.

There was an unusual tension in the air.

Not the traffic police, nor the road administration.

Next to each lane of the toll station, there are two soldiers wearing camouflage combat uniforms and armed with live ammunition.

Their faces were expressionless, their eyes sharp as eagles as they scrutinized every approaching car.

In the square of the toll booth, there were several green military trucks and two angular armored personnel carriers parked.

The black muzzle of the gun pointed silently at the sky, emitting a heart-pounding chill.

This is not a drill.

This is martial law!

Zhong Xiaoai's heart sank suddenly.

She grew up in the center of power and knew the meaning behind this scene better than anyone else.

Using the army to block a province's main transportation routes indicates that earth-shattering changes have taken place in Handong Province that are enough to shake its foundation!

This is definitely not because of Hou Liangping.

Her car moved slowly forward.

A young soldier gestured for her to stop.

The car window rolled down, and cold air mixed with the smell of gasoline rushed in.

The soldier's face was young, but his eyes were emotionless.

He saluted, his voice clear and cold: "Comrade, please show me your ID card, driver's license and vehicle registration."

Zhong Xiaoai silently handed over her ID.

The soldier took it and checked it on a mobile device nearby.

Every second of waiting feels so long.

She could feel that the drivers queuing behind her were just as afraid to breathe as she was.

The entire toll station was eerily quiet except for the low hum of vehicle engines and the occasional commands from soldiers.

"What are you doing in Handong?"

Another soldier knocked on her car window and leaned over to ask.

"I...I'm here to visit relatives."

Zhong Xiaoai tried her best to make her voice sound steady.

The soldier's gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds, as if trying to determine the truth of her words.

That scrutinizing look sent chills down her spine.

Finally, the soldier who checked the documents came back and handed them back to her.

"You can pass now. After entering Handong Province, please abide by the relevant regulations, do not linger arbitrarily, and do not photograph military facilities."

"Thank you."

Zhong Xiaoai took the ID card, her fingertips were cold.

She stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly passed the checkpoint and officially entered the territory of Handong Province.

She glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the heavily fortified toll station, like a silent giant beast, guarding the throat of Handong.

The sound of the wind is roaring.

These four words had never appeared so concretely before her.

A huge, invisible pressure is pressing in from all directions.

She originally thought that what she would face was an internal investigation by the procuratorate, a conversation with the disciplinary committee, and complicated officialdom games.

But now she found out that she was wrong.

What she entered was not a province at all, but a battlefield.

To calm herself, she turned on the car radio to listen to the local news.

A clear, righteous male voice rang out from the speakers: "...Our station reports that, in accordance with the unified deployment of the Central Military Commission and the State Council, we are cracking down on the criminal gangs entrenched in Jinghai City, protecting the lives and property of the people, and maintaining overall social stability."

Chapter 92: Zhao Yuanchao's order: Turn Jinghai over! Find them too!

"…to lay a solid foundation for the sustainable development and long-term stability of Jinghai City."

"Snapped."

Zhong Xiaoai turned off the radio.

The car instantly returned to a suffocating silence.

Crack down on the evil forces in Jinghai?

This kind of high-sounding excuse is just enough to deceive ordinary people.

Mobilizing the army to conduct province-wide traffic control just for the public security issue of a prefecture-level city?

The big joke of slipping the world.

This fig leaf is as thin as a layer of window paper and cannot cover up the murderous aura behind it.

She slowly parked the car in the emergency lane and turned on the hazard lights.

The outline of the city in the distance is looming under the gray sky, like a dormant giant beast, full of unknown dangers.

She had to call.

Now, immediately, right away.

She could no longer rush into this land where war had already begun like a headless fly, relying solely on her own courage.

She took out her cell phone, her fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure.

She opened the address book and her eyes swept over the familiar names.

These people were all influential figures in the power circle of the capital. They were her father's disciples, old friends of her family, and uncles who were always kind and concerned about her.

The first call she made was to a deputy procurator general of the Supreme People's Procuratorate, Hou Liangping's former boss.

The call was connected, and the polite yet distant voice of the other party's secretary came from the receiver: "Hello, Director Zhong, our leader is in a very important meeting and cannot take the phone at the moment. If you have anything to say, please tell me and I will convey it to you."

"I have something urgent to discuss with him, about Hou Liangping."

Zhong Xiaoai's voice trembled slightly.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then a more formal reply: "Okay, I'll pass it on. The leader will call you back as soon as he has time."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The call was hung up.

Zhong Xiaoai held the phone, cold sweat oozing from her palms.

She knew that "I'll call you back" was a polite remark that would never be fulfilled.

She didn't give up and dialed the second number.

This time it was one of her father's former subordinates, who now holds an important position in the Ministry of State Security.

The phone was hung up decisively again.

Ice cold, bone-chilling cold, spreading from the soles of the feet all the way to the heart.

She doesn't believe in evil.

With trembling fingers, she continued to dial the third, fourth, and fifth number...

People from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, the Organization Department, and even some senior media executives with whom I have good relations.

The results are without exception.

Either no one answered, or the call was transferred to the secretary, or after the call was connected, the speaker spoke evasively and hung up in a hurry.

Those faces that once greeted her with smiles, even some flattering faces, now turned into cold and hard walls.

The name Hou Liangping has become a taboo, a plague, and anyone who comes into contact with it will be unlucky.

The seventh call she made was to an acquaintance in the Handong Provincial Party Committee.

The call was connected, and the other party lowered his voice, his tone as urgent as if he was in a war: "Director Xiao Ai? Oh my dear, why are you in Handong? Where are you now? Don't go into the city! Listen to me, hurry up and run as far as you can! It's crazy here!"

"Tell me, where is Liangping?"

"Where is he? He's the hottest potato in Handong right now! Provincial Chief Prosecutor Ji Changming has ordered him to be isolated for investigation! No one is allowed to see him! I'm telling you, neither Secretary Sha nor Governor Li dare to interfere in this matter! It's useless for you to come, you'll only get yourself into trouble!"

"Beep...beep...beep..."