In name only, I, Gao Yuliang, will sink Handong at worst.

Lu Renjia is a small vendor next to the military region of Bianxi Province. He drives his car to provide food supplies for the soldiers who are on field training and exercises.

He usually just drives his little tricycle around, looking for opportunities.

But today was different. He first heard a loud thud, then looked up at the sky and saw ten helicopters flying directly in one direction.

This direction seems to be the urban area of ​​Zhongjiang City. This place is quite special because training exercises and drills are usually not conducted in the urban area, as it would affect economic activities.

Soon, trucks carrying people drove away from the military area. Lu Renjia felt that the atmosphere was not right. This did not seem like a training exercise, but rather like a real combat exercise.

This is just what Lu Renjia saw and heard.

However, when the military vehicle drove directly into the urban area of ​​Zhongjiang City, it received a green light all the way and drove with peace of mind, maintaining a speed of 110 kilometers per hour. It felt like driving on a highway through the congested urban area.

"What's going on? Why is it moving so fast? Has there been a disaster somewhere?" A young man who was making noodles took out his phone to check if there had been any disaster in Bianxi.

"Impossible. These people look menacing. And you can vaguely see that they're carrying guns. If there really was a disaster, why would they be carrying guns when they went to rescue people?"

Their practices are different in China and abroad. In foreign countries, it is necessary to bring guns for disaster relief, but there is no such custom in China.

"If you ask me, this might mean they've discovered a large criminal gang somewhere, and they're going to go there and take them all down. Maybe it's related to drugs."

After hearing this, everyone stopped discussing the matter and kept their mouths shut.

The Provincial Party Committee of Bianxi Province.

Zhong Mingren received a call from above. There was an indispensable red telephone on his desk, which was specially reserved for him, but everyone else had one.

As for the rest of the calls, the secretary will naturally answer them and then report them to the higher-ups.

Zhong Mingren answered the phone.

"Zhong Mingren, what a show of power you've got! A cancer village has appeared in Bianxi, and you've directly blocked the people from accessing their legal system. You even dared to send people to cut off their water, electricity, and signal. Are you planning to create your own little independent kingdom?!"

"Now there's even a situation where organized crime has surrounded the central inspection team. Is this because your anti-organized crime operation in Bianxi was negligent, missing so many people, or do you think you're too tough? Planning to pull another 'burning celery' stunt?"

"I'm warning you, if anything happens to the Central Inspection Team, you'll lose your position."

Upon hearing this, Chung Ming-jen was filled with confusion. Although his relationship with that side wasn't exactly close, it was certainly not bad either.

There was no need for me to go through all this trouble!

"I didn't do anything! You can't just pin everything on me!" Chung Ming-jen couldn't help but say.

"You did nothing. If you did nothing, would you block the signals and the power grid? If you did nothing, would hundreds of people surround the Central Inspection Team?"

"I'm warning you, don't be careless."

He asked himself if he had done anything wrong recently, but why did the situation feel so strange?

A series of Standing Committee members will have to wait until things are over.