The beloved but ungrateful girl is reborn: This time she has truly changed.

Wang Dong in the mirror had sunken eyes, bloodshot eyes, a stubble beard, and looked as haggard as a ghost.

Is this still the same Wang Dong who charged into battle and struck fear into the hearts of his enemies?

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to laugh, but it looked worse than crying.

Three minutes later, he changed into a clean military uniform and fastened his top button.

His stubble was shaved off, revealing a bluish-gray chin.

The uniform was a bit old, the collar was worn white, but it was clean and ironed.

He then took out his military cap from the drawer and put it on properly.

When he opened the door, the young soldier was still waiting. Seeing him come out, his eyes lit up: "Company Commander Wang, you look much more refreshed now!"

Wang Dong didn't speak, he just nodded.

The two went downstairs.

The corridor was quiet; most of the soldiers had gone to do their morning exercises.

On a winter morning, breath turns to frost, and thin ice forms on the stair railings.

When we arrived at the building entrance, sure enough, there was a military green jeep parked there.

The car was old, with scratches on the doors but still clean, and some mud on the tires—definitely the style of the logistics department.

The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a military uniform but no hat. When he saw Wang Dong, he simply nodded and didn't say anything.

The young soldier opened the back door: "Company Commander Wang, please."

Wang Dong bent down, about to get into the car—

"Company Commander Wang! Wang Dong! Wait a minute!"

A hurried voice came from afar.

Wang Dong turned his head and saw a familiar figure running towards him.

It was Xiao Zhao, Political Commissar Liang's bodyguard.

The young man, barely in his early twenties, was out of breath and his face had turned pale.

"Little Zhao?" Wang Dongzhi stood up.

Xiao Zhao rushed over, grabbed Wang Dong's arm, and gasped, "Great! Company Commander Wang, the political commissar needs to see you urgently, come with me right now!"

The young soldier immediately panicked: "No! We're in a hurry! Fengxian is waiting!"

Xiao Zhao turned her head and glared at him fiercely: "You idiot, get out of my way!"

The young soldier knew Xiao Zhao—Political Commissar Liang's bodyguard, and everyone in the camp knew him.

He didn't dare to confront him directly, but still stammered, "I... I won't be able to complete the task, and Minister Zhou will punish me..."

"I'm saving your life!" Xiao Zhao said sternly, his voice carrying an indescribable chill.

After he finished speaking, he looked at the driver in the car: "You get out! You two are coming with me to see Political Commissar Liang!"

The driver paused for a moment, then didn't move.

Xiao Zhao immediately opened the car door and pulled the driver out.

The driver stumbled and almost fell, his face showing annoyance, but he held back when he saw Xiao Zhao's cold face.

Xiao Zhao then looked at the young soldier: "You come here too!"

The young soldier dared not disobey and followed with his head down.

Xiao Zhao then released Wang Dong, walked to the back of the jeep, and opened the trunk.

The trunk was empty except for a few tools: a jack, a wrench, and a rope. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

But Xiao Zhao still checked it carefully, then took out the car keys and locked the trunk from the inside.

Wang Dong looked on, completely bewildered: "Xiao Zhao, what exactly happened?"

"Company Commander Wang, don't ask yet." Xiao Zhao said seriously, "Come with me, we'll talk when we get to the political commissar."

He led the driver and the young soldier, along with Wang Dong, deeper into the camp.

They encountered several soldiers on the road, who looked at the scene with curiosity, but none of them dared to ask.

Upon arriving at the small building where Liang Bing's office was located, Xiao Zhao told Wang Dong to wait in the office and ordered someone to take the driver and the young soldier to the next room for guarding.

"Where is the political commissar?" Wang Dong asked.

"The political commissar has an urgent mission and has gone out." Xiao Zhao poured him a cup of hot tea. "Please wait a moment, the political commissar will be back soon."

Wang Dong sat on the sofa, holding the cup of tea in his hand, his mind in turmoil.

What exactly happened?

What did Political Commissar Liang want with him?

Why are you stopping him from going to Fengxian?

And why did Xiao Zhao say "I'll save your life"?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

At this moment, Liang Bing was leading a team of heavily armed soldiers straight to the logistics department office.

The logistics department building was bustling with people in the early morning.

The cadres had just started work; some were cleaning, some were fetching water, and some were chatting.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Liang Bing bring people in.

Liang Bing didn't stop and went straight to Zhou Lingbin's office on the third floor.

The door was ajar.

Liang Bing kicked it away.

In the office, Zhou Lingbin was sitting behind his desk, looking at a document in his hand.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw Liang Bing and the soldiers behind him. His expression changed, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Political Commissar Liang, what brings you here?" He put down his documents, stood up, and smiled broadly. "And with so many people, what's the purpose of this?"

Liang Bing didn't laugh.

He walked to his desk, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and slapped it on the table.

It's an arrest warrant.

"Zhou Lingbin," Liang Bing said coldly, "you are suspected of embezzlement and serious disciplinary violations. You are hereby arrested."

Zhou Lingbin's smile froze.

He glanced down at the arrest warrant, then looked up at Liang Bing, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes, which quickly turned fierce: "Liang Bing, you'd better think this through! Unless you kill me, Zhou Lingbin, this isn't over between us!"

"Don't worry," Liang Bing said with a smirk, "this time you're definitely in trouble—it's your wife who reported you!"

Zhou Lingbin was stunned.

His eyes widened in disbelief: "My wife? Chen Xiangqin? That country girl? What's that country girl up to now?"

"I've never done anything wrong, I've always been bullied by you." Liang Bing looked at him, her eyes full of sarcasm. "Now, I'm delivering a fatal blow!"

He waved his hand: "Take him away!"

Two soldiers stepped forward, one on each side, and handcuffed Zhou Lingbin.

Zhou Lingbin then realized what was happening and struggled, shouting, "Let me go! Liang Bing! You're framing me! I want to see the commander! I want to..."

Before he could finish speaking, a handkerchief was stuffed into his mouth.

Liang Bing coldly watched him being dragged out before turning around and saying to the staff officer behind her, "Immediately seal off the logistics department. Seal all accounts and documents. Notify the Discipline Inspection Commission to send someone over."

"yes!"

The entire logistics department building instantly descended into chaos.

Wang Dong was unaware of all this.

He waited in Liang Bing's office for almost an hour, and the tea got cold, but Liang Bing still hadn't returned.

This wait lasted for seven hours.

During this time, Xiao Zhao brought him food twice and even gave him a spittoon to relieve himself, but he just wouldn't let him leave.

Just as he was growing increasingly impatient, the door finally opened.

Liang Bing strode in, her face showing fatigue, but her eyes were bright.

"Political Commissar," Wang Dong immediately stood up, "What exactly happened? What mistake did I make? Am I being put in solitary confinement?"

Liang Bing didn't answer directly. Instead, she walked behind her desk, sat down, took a document from her drawer, and handed it to Wang Dong: "Take a look at this first."

Wang Dong took it and opened it.

It's a confession!