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

The other party seemed to be afraid of being eavesdropped and hung up the phone quickly.

Zhong Xiaoai dropped her arms weakly, and her cell phone slid onto the passenger seat.

She is finished.

Hou Liangping is also finished.

What she thought was a game of officialdom turned out to be a war.

In the first round, her husband rashly rushed towards the opponent's coach and created a huge hole.

Now, the whole world has abandoned him. …

At the same time, Handong Provincial Public Security Department.

This place is no longer the government office that used to welcome guests and handle trivial matters of the people's livelihood.

The compound was filled with Mengshi assault vehicles with white military license plates. Soldiers armed with live ammunition were standing guard every three steps and every five steps. A murderous atmosphere filled the air.

In the corridors of the building, soldiers in various combat uniforms were walking back and forth. They walked hurriedly with stern expressions. The police officers who originally worked here were "politely" invited to several small meeting rooms to "assist with work". They were all silent and didn't even dare to breathe.

In the command room on the top floor, the huge electronic screen is divided into dozens of small grids, displaying real-time monitoring images of various transportation hubs and key areas in Handong Province.

Zhao Yuanchao was standing in front of this huge screen.

He was wearing a casual uniform without a military rank, but the iron-blooded aura that emanated from his bones was more awe-inspiring than any other general.

His face was calm, but his eyes were like ice-hardened knives, sharp enough to pierce through people's hearts.

Gao Cheng and Yuan Lang, one on the left and one on the right, stood straight behind him, like two silent sculptures.

They are Zhao Yuanchao's two sharpest knives.

"report!"

A communications soldier walked in quickly, stood at attention and saluted. "Air control over Jingzhou, Lincheng, and Jinghai has been completed. Our drones have taken over the airspace and are ready to provide intelligence support at any time!"

"it is good."

Zhao Yuanchao didn't even turn his head, but only uttered a single syllable from his throat.

His eyes were always fixed on the huge electronic map of Handong Province on the screen.

On the map, countless red dots of light were flashing, representing the military units he had deployed.

An invisible net has enveloped the entire Handong.

He slowly turned around and his eyes fell on Gao Cheng and Yuan Lang's faces.

"Still no news?"

His voice was not loud, but it carried unquestionable pressure.

Gao Cheng stepped forward and replied in a deep voice, "Commander! Not yet! Since entering Jinghai City, He Chenguang, An Ran, and Ye Cunxin, all communications and positioning signals have been cut off. They are as if they have vanished from the face of the earth."

Yuan Lang added: "We analyzed their last signal trajectory and found it was in the old city of Jinghai City. The terrain there is complex, with many blind spots for surveillance and a mixed bag of people, making investigation very difficult."

The corners of Zhao Yuanchao's mouth curled downwards, forming a cold and hard arc.

"Difficult?"

He asked back, his voice unrecognizable, "In the jungles of Vietnam, even if the enemy hid in a tunnel, we could pull him out. In the deserts of Somalia, we could lock onto our target among a thousand people in robes. Now, on Chinese soil, in Handong, you tell me, is it very difficult to investigate?"

Gao Cheng and Yuan Lang lowered their heads even lower.

"It's our fault!"

Zhao Yuanchao ignored their apologies. He stretched out his finger and pointed at the location of "Jinghai" on the map in the air.

"They are not ordinary soldiers. They are my top intelligence agents. There is only one possibility for their disappearance."

He paused, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"They were exposed and fell into the hands of a well-organized adversary with strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities."

He walked to the table, picked up a cup of cold tea and drank it all in one gulp.

"This opponent dared to touch my people, which means they are ready to turn the table. Very good."

He put the teacup down heavily on the table with a dull thud.

Everyone in the command room felt their hearts skip a beat at the muffled sound.

Zhao Yuanchao's gaze returned to Gao Cheng and Yuan Lang. The calmness in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a biting frost.

"I'll give you 48 hours."

"Turn Jing Hai over for me!"

"Find them too!"

Gao Cheng and Yuan Lang raised their heads abruptly, their eyes gleaming with a terrifying light. They straightened their chests and shouted with all their might, "Yes!"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Without any unnecessary nonsense, the two men turned around and strode out of the command room.

The heavy military boots stepped on the floor, making a loud and powerful echo, like the beating of a war drum for an attack.

Chapter 93 Military orders are like mountains

Military orders are like mountains.

The moment the order was issued, the entire Handong Province's military machinery, with Jinghai City as its center, emitted a deafening roar.

Under the cover of night, Jinghai, the bustling city with dim lights, suddenly turned into a huge cage.

One after another, dark green armored personnel carriers roared onto the streets like steel behemoths, their heavy tracks rolling over the asphalt road, making a teeth-grinding friction sound.

They stopped at major intersections, opened their doors, and teams of fully armed soldiers filed out, moving in unison, quickly establishing blockades.

The citizens were stunned by the sudden scene and hid in their homes, pulled the curtains, and only dared to peek at this once-in-a-century scene through the cracks.

The old town of Jinghai City, the oldest, most chaotic and most filthy area in the city, became the center of the storm.

Gao Cheng and Yuan Lang, like two sharp blades drawn from their sheaths, pierced straight into the heart of this darkness.

"Group One, Group Two, block all alleyways! No one is allowed to enter or leave!"

Gao Cheng stood in a command vehicle, holding a walkie-talkie. His voice echoed through the loudspeaker in the narrow streets, cold and firm. "Team Three, take off the drones and light up all the rooftops in this area! Don't miss any moving heat source!"

Under his feet were the elite soldiers of the 7th Steel Company.

They made no unnecessary movements and did not hesitate at all. Like a group of programmed hounds, they executed every instruction precisely.

On the other hand, Yuan Lang's style is more sinister.

He led the members of Team A and infiltrated into the spider-web-like alleys like ghosts.

They did not make a big fuss, but worked in groups of three or two, using grappling hooks and tactical ladders to quietly climb to the roof and occupy the commanding heights.

"Old A, Old A, I'm Yuan Lang."

He lowered his voice and spoke into the microphone, "All drainage systems, sewer entrances, and abandoned air-raid shelters in the target area, keep a close eye on them. Don't forget, our opponents are not thugs. They know how to hide."

In the darkness, pairs of eyes wearing night vision goggles flashed with green light, like a pack of wolves hunting in the dark.

The entire old city was completely covered by a huge net woven of steel, discipline and high technology, from the ground to the sky, from the light to the dark.

The search operation was like a red-hot iron comb, combing through the tangled hair inch by inch.

At the same time, the aftermath of the storm also violently impacted the officialdom of Handong Province.

Provincial Public Security Department.

Lin Jianguo, secretary of the Jinghai Municipal Party Committee, sat in the interrogation room with a deathly pale face.

Just an hour ago, he was in his office in the Municipal Party Committee Building, yelling at his subordinates, ordering the Municipal Public Security Bureau Chief to immediately find out what those "soldiers" were trying to do.

But before he could finish his rant, the office door was pushed open.

Two men in police uniforms, but with shoulder straps and auras clearly above the city bureau level, walked in.

The leader showed his ID expressionlessly, his voice cold, "Comrade Lin Jianguo, we are from the Provincial Public Security Bureau. According to instructions from our superiors, we need your cooperation in investigating a few issues. Please come with us."

Lin Jianguo was stunned at that time.

He wanted to get angry, to question, and to call his supporters in the province.

But when he saw the other person's cold, unquestionable eyes, all the words were stuck in his throat.

He knew that this was not a discussion, but a notification.

On the way from the Municipal Party Committee Building to the Provincial Public Security Bureau, he didn't dare to say a word.

The atmosphere in the car was so oppressive that it felt like water could be squeezed out of it.

His mind was in a mess, and he tried hard to recall what had gone wrong.

Is it the Guangming Peak project?

Or was it that one of his blind subordinates made a huge mess?

But he could never have imagined that the source of all this was just because of a car and the person in the car whom he had never even met.

Now, he sits here, looking at the words "Confess and be lenient, resist and be strict" on the opposite wall.

After hearing these eight big words, I felt cold all over.

He realized that Jinghai’s sky might really be collapsing.

And he was the first one to be knocked down.

Provincial Public Security Bureau, another interrogation room.

The air here is even more condensed than over there with Zhao Lidong.

There was no wailing, no collapse, only deathly silence.

Jinghai Municipal Party Committee Secretary Lin Jianguo sat upright in his chair, his back straight, his eyes looking straight ahead, trying to maintain the last bit of dignity of a municipal party committee secretary.

But his slightly trembling fingertips and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed his inner panic.

The door opened.

The person who came in was neither an interrogator nor a cadre from the Discipline Inspection Commission.