Official excuse: I've put you on patrol in Handong, and the whole province is in a panic.

Cheng Du snorted.

"I didn't say anything!"

Chang Chenghu nodded repeatedly.

"Cousin, I get it! It was our idea—to impersonate police officers!"

Cheng Du ignored Chang Chenghu and continued, "Don't rush in through the main gate. There are too many people there; it's easy for a fight to break out."

"Enter from both the south wall and the west gate simultaneously, first take control of the gatekeeper, then scare away the people at the oil depot."

"You take people and make a public announcement saying that the city has decided to forcibly clear the area in accordance with the law, and all people must leave the danger zone. Anyone who dares to obstruct will be dealt with as a crowd disturbing public order."

Chang Chenghu laughed and said, "Cousin, that's a good idea. Workers are afraid of the police. As long as they think it's really an operation by the city, they'll be scared."

Cheng Du said, "Don't just shout; you need to have rhythm."

"The first group of people went in wearing uniforms, the second group followed the demolition team into the machinery, and the third group made a commotion on the outside to lead the factory protection team to the east."

"If you can just force the workers away, let the machinery into the factory, and demolish the outer walls of the main factory building to create a fait accompli, then everything else will be much easier!"

Chang Chenghu rubbed his hands together.

"Cousin, should you arrange for some real police officers to be nearby to keep things under control? I'm afraid they might actually set it on fire... These poor bastards, they're guarding Dafeng Factory like it's their lifeline... If we really demolish it, I'm afraid they'll really risk their lives!"

Cheng frowned and said, "What's the point of me showing up? Without government orders, what right do we have to step in! The demolition is your company's own business, stop trying to drag the government into it!"

"Cousin, that's not what I meant. I was just worried that the brothers wouldn't be confident."

Cheng Du scoffed, "Nonsense! I make you do everything, and you're not going to give me the compensation money for the demolition?"

Chang Chenghu's eyes lit up, and he said, "Okay, cousin, the demolition compensation is 300 million yuan in total, I'll give you 150 million!"

Cheng Du stared coldly at Chang Chenghu.

Chang Chenghu's voice trailed off.

"Two million is fine... if that's not possible, 2.5 million..."

Cheng Du cursed, "I think you're the real idiot! Do you think I care about your pittance? Just do your job well! Who cares about your measly little bit of money! Do you think I, a police chief, am so short-sighted?"

Chang Chenghu coughed lightly and said, "Yes...cousin...I'll do my best!"

Cheng Du said, "Don't let your men drink alcohol, don't carry guns, and carry as few knives as possible."

Chang Chenghu was puzzled.

"How can we maintain order without weapons?"

Cheng Du said, "You're playing the roles of police officers now, not thugs."

"If you actually pull out a knife and someone takes a picture, you'll be jumping into the pit yourselves."

Chang Chenghu nodded and said, "Understood. Bring rubber batons, shields, and pepper spray."

Cheng Du said, "Also, put all your phones away so no one can take pictures of you."

Chang Chenghu said, "I understand."

Cheng Du added, "The time is set for the latter half of the night, when the workers are most tired and there are the fewest people outside."

Send me a blank text message half an hour before you take action. Do not call.

Chang Chenghu said, "Cousin, don't worry, I'll lead the team myself this time."

Cheng Du concluded by reminding him, "Remember, don't mention me, don't mention Shanshui Group, and don't mention the district public security bureau!"

Chang Chenghu laughed and said, "Cousin, after all these years in the business, I know the rules."

After hanging up the phone, Chang Chenghu sat in a chair, staring at his phone for a while, then opened the door and called out to the outside.

"Third brother, call all the brothers back."

A bald man poked his head out and asked, "Brother Tiger, any work tonight?"

Chang Chenghu lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Big job."

The bald man asked, "Dafeng Factory?"

Chang Chenghu kicked him.

Keep your mouth shut.

......

When Chang Chenghu drove the police car to the south wall of Dafeng Factory, the headlights were not fully on, only two low beams were left on the bumpy dirt road.

The bald third brother sat in the passenger seat, clutching a police cap in his hand, the brim wrinkled from his grip.

"Tiger Bro, are you really wearing this?"

Chang Chenghu glared at him and tossed the walkie-talkie into his arms.

"You've already put them on, and now you're asking this?"

The third brother glanced back and saw that the two vans behind were full of people, all in dark uniforms with their police badges torn off, and holding rubber batons and shields.

"I'm not afraid of wearing it, I'm afraid the real police will come."

Chang Chenghu held the cigarette in his mouth but did not light it.

"When the real police come, just say you're carrying out a district mission. If anyone has any questions, go find Director Chengdu."

The third brother asked, "Can I beat up those workers to vent my anger? Just say that Director Cheng ordered it... Those workers really bullied me last time..."

Chang Chenghu glared coldly at the third brother.

"If you want to die, you can try!"

Despite running a demolition company, Chang Chenghu is worth hundreds of millions.

He had over a hundred men under his command.

However, compared to Cheng Du, he was not even an ant.

In the world of "In the Name of the People," a certain level of official rank is insignificant.

But in reality, for ordinary people, they probably won't even see them once in their entire lives.

The third brother dared not utter another word.

After the convoy stopped, Chang Chenghu got out of the car, looked at his watch, and then looked at the gap in the south wall.

"Has the group on the east side arrived yet?"

A hushed voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"Brother Tiger, we're here. The excavator and loader are here too, we can move in anytime."

Chang Chenghu raised his hand to adjust his hat and squeezed out a sentence.

"Remember, don't linger in the fight, don't hit anyone. First, take control of the gatehouse, then get the machines in, and then demolish the outer wall of the main factory building."

The third brother asked, "What about the oil depot?"

Chang Chenghu looked towards the dark northwest corner, his expression not looking good.

"Just scare them away. Nobody should actually touch the oil drum. If that thing catches fire, we'll all be finished."

The third brother swallowed.

"What if that bastard Wang Wenge were really serious?"

Chang Chenghu took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it back in the cigarette pack.

"If he dares to order, we'll run."

The third brother was stunned.

"run?"

Chang Chenghu coldly cursed, "Are you just waiting to die if you don't run?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the roar of an engine suddenly came from the east side. An excavator turned out from the intersection, its bucket teeth dragging on the ground with a screeching sound.

The workers who had been dozing in the factory area were startled awake, and someone poked their head out of the gatehouse and called out, "Who's there?"

Chang Chenghu picked up the megaphone and cleared his throat.

"Listen up, you people inside! We are the police! We are carrying out a clearing operation in accordance with the law. All personnel must leave the danger zone immediately. Anyone who obstructs this operation will be dealt with according to the law."

The workers in the gatehouse were stunned at first, then someone shouted, "The police are here?"

Another worker looked outside, then turned and ran back into the factory.

"No, quickly call him Old Zheng, call him Wang Wenge!"

Seeing the gatekeeper in disarray, Chang Chenghu immediately waved his hand.

"superior!"

A dozen or so people in fake uniforms rushed to the door, held shields against the iron gate, and used crowbars to pry open the temporary welded locks.

The two workers in the gatehouse were pushed against the wall, and the third brother, brandishing a rubber baton, yelled, "Squat down and put your hands behind your head!"