Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

The lights were still on in the ward of the military hospital.

Qi Tongwei placed the tablet next to Sha Ruijin's bed and spread out several high-definition photos. In the photos, the underground constant temperature room of Hengtong Warehouse No. 3 cold chain warehouse was still lit up, with rows of old servers and seals pressed on the cabinet doors.

Sha Ruijin glanced at it and pressed his palm against the bed sheet.

Qi Tongwei clicked to start the recording.

Cut off physical contact and remain silent.

The eight words, coming from the loudspeaker, were flat and unchanging, but when they reached the ward, they were more effective than any reprimand.

The gray on Sha Ruijin's face deepened.

"Secretary Sha, did you hear me?"

Sha Ruijin's throat moved. "This is... Xishan's caliber."

"caliber?"

Qi Tongwei picked up the scene photo and slammed it onto the bedside table.

"Hengtong Warehouse has been seized, and the old server in Haizhou has been shut down and sealed. Heng Shichang is handcuffed on the northern line, his black leather briefcase is in a file. Your father-in-law received a distress call, but only replied with eight words."

He looked up at Sha Ruijin.

"This is called tail docking."

Sha Ruijin's hand trembled slightly, but he quickly pressed it down again.

"I did not participate in the cover-up."

Whether you participated or not, the materials will explain.

Qi Tongwei dragged the recording progress bar back and played it again.

Cut off physical contact and remain silent.

When Sha Ruijin heard it a second time, his eyelids drooped.

He understood the weight of those words better than anyone else.

What they wanted was never just for Heng Shichang to shut up; they wanted all the physical evidence, written evidence, and oral evidence that could connect to Xishan to be cut off at that iron table on the northern front.

Qi Tongwei closed the tablet.

"Are you still holding that umbrella?"

Sha Ruijin did not respond.

"Your father-in-law has been pushed forward to be the frontline Qin."

Sha Ruijin looked up, his eyes somewhat unfocused. "Qin, the Frontier?"

"The red booklet says that Qin Kewen relayed the message from the front lines, and Qin Kewen's name will continue to be used. Now, a special plane from Xishan is going to the northern front with the order to abolish the transfer to seize people and documents, clearly trying to put the line under Qin Lao's name."

Qi Tongwei leaned back in his chair, his left arm slinged across his chest. He wore a dark coat over his hospital gown. His face was pale, but his eyes were steady.

"Sha Ruijin, your political career is over. If you want to live, expose your superiors."

Sha Ruijin's lips moved a few times.

"I told you, can you protect me?"

"I can't protect you."

Qi Tongwei placed a red pen in front of him.

"But if you speak up now, at least you can separate yourself from the tail-cutting order."

Outside the ward, Lin Huahua stood by the door holding a tablet, her eyes red from lack of sleep, but she didn't say a word.

Sha Ruijin stared at the red pen for a long time.

After a long while, he finally reached out and grabbed the pen.

"Qin at the forefront... is not a specific person."

Qi Tongwei's eyes darkened.

Sha Ruijin's voice was dry. "Old Qin is getting old, and he no longer handles many things personally. That chief secretary in Xishan has long used Old Qin's authority to speak to the local authorities, and the people below dare not verify it, nor can they verify it."

"So, 'Qin the Frontier' is the code name for the Chief Secretary?"

"Yes."

Sha Ruijin closed his eyes.

"He uses the name Qin Kewen in public, but internally he's called 'Frontline Qin.' Locally, only those four characters are recognized. Who dares to ask if Old Qin himself said it?"

Qi Tongwei took the transcript and pushed it in front of him.

"Write."

Sha Ruijin looked at the paper, his wrist pressed against the edge, and when the pen tip touched the paper, the first stroke was written very heavily.

Lin Huahua took a soft breath outside the door.

Qi Tongwei did not urge him.

He just stared at that line of text.

"Qin Qianyan" is the code name used by Xishan University's Secretary-General to issue orders under the guise of Qin Lao's authority.

Northern Airport.

The wind was blowing very hard.

The special plane with an asterisk landed right under the runway lights, its wheels spitting out white smoke. As soon as it came to a stop, the cabin door was pushed open from the inside.

Six bodyguards disembarked first, wearing black windbreakers, with short guns hanging in front of their chests, their boots thumping on the ground.

The last person to come down was the head of the task force.

He was in his forties, with an unfamiliar face, and very straight shoulders. Half of his uniform collar peeked out from under his jacket. He was carrying a black briefcase with a large seal on the seal.

Zhou Weiguo stood inside the isolation line, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his military overcoat, his face expressionless.

"You arrived pretty quickly."

The task force leader raised his chin. "Where's the heaviness?"

"Martial law is in effect on the northern front. Outsiders must first hand over their identification, weapons, and communication equipment."

"What level are you?"

Zhou Weiguo smiled and said, "I'm not a high-ranking person; I'm in charge of people who don't obey orders."

The task force leader, too lazy to look at him anymore, waved his hand dismissively.

The guards rushed directly toward the interrogation area.

Special forces soldiers on both sides stepped forward, lowered their guns, and blocked the route.

"Get out of the way."

Zhou Weiguo extended his hand.

"Identification documents".

The head of the task force slammed open the briefcase and slapped a transfer order stamped with the official seal onto Zhou Weiguo's chest.

"The joint task force has been ordered to take over the Heng Shichang case. Hand over the man, the case files, and all top-secret evidence immediately."

Zhou Weiguo took the transfer order and turned two pages.

The paper was new enough, the ink was red enough, and the wording was frightening enough.

But the numbers in the numbering column are arranged too neatly.

He looked up at the end of the corridor.

Shen Zhong walked out from under the lamp.

His uniform was buttoned up to the top, the epaulets gleaming, and he held an unlit cigarette between his fingers. His steps were slow, yet they caused the guards in front of him to instinctively raise their rifle slings by half an inch.

Shen Zhong stopped in front of the head of the special task force.

"Who signed it?"

The task force leader raised his chin even higher, "You have no right to verify."

"During martial law period, you entered a military-controlled area, carried a gun, and forced your way into interrogation rooms. You're telling me you have no right to do that?"

"Shen Zhong, on behalf of a higher level, I am investigating your violations of combat readiness, illegal detention, and overstepping of authority in interrogation. It's not too late to hand over Heng Shichang now."

Shen Zhong looked at the transfer order.

The numbering format is incorrect.

The seal is also in the wrong position.

More importantly, the positioning of the two interior defenders behind the opponent was such that their right shoulders were turned outwards, their left feet were slightly pressed down, and their holster buckles were half open.

Active duty personnel would not stand like this.

This is in preparation for drawing a gun and slamming someone down.

Shen Zhong put the cigarettes back into the tin box.

"Zhou Weiguo".

"arrive."

"Seal off the gate."

Click.

The explosion-proof doors at both ends of the corridor were locked simultaneously.

The task force leader's expression changed. "Shen Zhong, are you going to disobey orders?"

Shen Zhong raised his hand, took the transfer order, tore off the numbered page, and glanced at it.

"Repeal the transfer order, reserve the official seal, and allow non-active duty personnel to seize the camp with weapons."

He tossed the paper back into the hands of the task force leader.

"During the period of martial law and preparedness, anyone who falsely issues military orders to seize a camp shall be charged with treason."

The task force leader reached his right hand to his waist.

The moment he began to move, a heavy gun was already pressed against his forehead.

The dark muzzle of the gun pressed against my skin.

The task force leader's hand froze in mid-air.

His voice was deep and extremely flat.

"Move even slightly, and I'll handle it like a battlefield situation."

The faces of the guards tightened simultaneously. As soon as one of them raised his gun slung an inch, a special forces soldier was already close in from the side.

Zhou Weiguo lazily raised his hand.

"Down."

three seconds.

The first guard was slammed against the wall, his wrist twisted behind his back, and his pistol fell to the ground with a thud.

Just as the second-place runner was about to turn around, he was kicked in the back of the knee, causing him to kneel down with his face pressed against the ground.

The third person tried to press the communication button, but the special forces soldier grabbed his elbow from behind and ripped the terminal off.