Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

"Report, Riot Control Team 4, all personnel have arrived."

"Riot Squad Five, all personnel have arrived."

"Riot Squad Six, all personnel have arrived."

One after another, riot control vehicles passed through checkpoints set up in advance by traffic police and turned into the main road, their wheels making a dull thud as they rolled over speed bumps.

The car doors popped open, and riot police officers jumped out of the vehicle.

Holding a riot shield, with a steel fork and a long baton hanging from his waist, wearing a steel helmet, a stab-proof vest, and a black combat uniform.

After landing, everyone quickly lined up and, led by their captain, rushed towards the main entrance of the building.

Heavy, rapid footsteps came from outside the building, growing louder and closer.

Shield bearers, fork bearers, and long staff bearers filed in and immediately deployed upon entering the hall.

The shield bearers quickly formed a horizontal blocking formation, creating two horizontal lines.

The front-row shield bearers crouched in position, with the bottom of their shields on the ground and the tops reaching their chests, forming a stable protective base.

The rear shield bearers stand with their shields stacked on top of the front shields, one on top of the other, leaving no gaps.

The forkmen and batonmen stood behind the shield bearers, in groups of three, their eyes peering through the gaps in the shields at the security guards opposite them.

As the security guards looked at the dark array of shields, and at the rows of riot helmets behind them, their expressions obscured, several of them felt their legs go weak.

The scene was truly spectacular. They thought they would at most have to confront some police officers, but they never expected that the other side would first send in armed special police, followed by riot police.

Who could stand up to riot police when threatened by the guns of special police?

They were security guards, not rioters, and all they had were some fire pokers.

What's more, the group of police officers opposite them all had excited looks in their eyes; without a doubt, they considered themselves a success.

Hong Zhan stepped forward and took the megaphone from a police officer next to him.

Then his voice cut through all the noise: "We are the police from Bashi City. Li Lan of the Mo Group is suspected of organizing and leading a mafia-style organization, intentional injury, bribery, illegally accessing citizens' information, and endangering national security."

"This is my last warning to you: immediately lay down your weapons and cooperate with the police."

The security guards of the Mo Group looked at each other in bewilderment as they listened to the long list of charges.

The people standing in the back row were already secretly moving backward.

The security captain stood at the front, his forehead dripping with sweat.

He knew perfectly well that if President Mo was arrested, he would be finished.

In recent years, he has helped the Mo family handle several murder cases, from burying the bodies to covering up the crimes, he has been in charge of every step.

Ask him to cooperate with law enforcement? Once he does, he'll be spending the rest of his life in jail.

He cannot back down; he cannot afford to back down.

"three!"

Hong Zhan began the countdown, his voice crisp and clear, devoid of any emotion.

The security guards at the back of the line slowly made way.

"two!"

The security guard at the front started to tremble, his baton dangling in his hand, and he took a half step back.

"Don't retreat! Stop them!" the security captain shouted, forcing a smile. "You know how powerful Mr. Mo is; they won't dare to make a move!"

Hong Zhan shook his head, put down the megaphone, and shouted, "Go!"

The riot police captain immediately ordered: "All personnel advance, maintain formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shield bearers began to slowly advance.

The boots pounded on the marble floor, the steps were synchronized, and the shields clanged together with a dull thud.

The security captain's face hardened; in a narrow encounter, the brave would prevail: "Brothers! Attack!"

He roared and, along with several security guards, lunged forward.

However, just as they were about to approach the shield wall, several cracks suddenly appeared in the shield wall, and steel forks emerged from the gaps.

Precisely grab the front row security guard's calf, thigh, or waist, lock it with a click, and then pull him back hard.

Before the security guard could react, he lost his balance and fell backward to the ground.

At the same time, the shield bearers quickly stepped forward and slammed their shields into the upper bodies of the security guards, pinning the struggling man to the floor.

"ah--!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

One by one, the security guards in the front row fell to the ground, and the shield bearers pressed down on their shields to firmly control the fallen targets.

The arresting officers in the back row immediately rushed out from the gaps in the shield wall, twisted the wrists, pressed down on the shoulders, and locked the handcuffs with a few clicks. Then they dragged the person out of the formation and handed them over to the police officers waiting behind.

The whole process was quick and skillful. From the initial fork to the control and the removal, it took less than half a minute. The five or six security guards who rushed forward at the front disappeared behind the shields, including the security captain.

He had just swung his baton twice, slamming it hard against the shield with two loud thuds, but the shield didn't budge. Then a steel fork was used to pin his knee down.

The price was that the shield bearer used all his strength to shove the shield into his face, causing his nose to bleed profusely.

Then he was handcuffed and taken away.

The remaining security guards looked at the riot shield wall that was still slowly approaching, then at the few colleagues who were missing, and then at the baton in their own hands.

Using a baton to hit a riot shield, what kind of nonsense is that?

Some people acted decisively, throwing their batons to the ground and crouching down to cover their heads.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

Once one person takes the lead, a chain reaction ensues.

The sound of batons hitting the ground rang out in unison, and more than twenty security guards squatted down in unison, their hands behind their heads, their movements practiced and efficient.

These people probably all had similar experiences before becoming security guards.

Seeing that the other side had lost morale, the riot police stopped maintaining their formation and quickly advanced, in groups of three, to subdue, handcuff, and take away the security guards who were squatting on the ground one by one.

"Behave yourself!"

"You guys have really got some nerve!"

"Come over here and squat down against the wall! Don't look up!"

The hall was filled with the clicking sound of handcuffs snapping shut and the brief shouts of police officers.

Thus, the farce came to an end.

Seeing this, the head of the criminal investigation team led several police officers across the still somewhat chaotic arrest scene and quickly headed towards the elevator.

Hong Zhan and several other leaders stood with their hands behind their backs in the center of the hall.

He didn't follow; his priority was ensuring order at the scene and the safety of the suspect's transport.

The deputy chief of the provincial criminal investigation department glanced at his watch and whispered something. Hong Zhan nodded slightly.

In the CEO's office, Mo Linyuan stared at the monitor screen, watching his army of men in black suits being crushed to pieces by the riot shield formation, and watching the security captain being dragged behind the shield wall by his knees with steel forks and disappearing from sight.

He took a deep breath.

Today might not be a good time for a head-on confrontation.

A head-on confrontation requires solid capital, but judging from the surveillance footage, his capital is being taken down one by one and handcuffed.

He stood up, straightened his suit collar, and moved slowly and deliberately.

Then he said to his assistant, Li Lan, "I'll go first. You stay and cooperate with the police."

Li Lan's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Cooperate? Cooperate with what? There are over a dozen charges against him, both upstairs and downstairs. You expect him to cooperate?

This is a capital offense.

But Mo Linyuan was no longer looking at him. He turned around, pushed open the office door, and walked quickly along the freight elevator at the end of the corridor.

The freight elevator descended, and the floor number on the digital screen jumped down one by one.

Mo Linyuan stood in the elevator, straightened his tie in front of the gleaming metal interior, and quickly calculated his next move.

Leave the building first, then go to the safe house, and then contact your connections in the province to suppress this matter.

He has several accounts abroad, so he can leave the country if necessary.

Of course, Lu Jingxiu must die, otherwise he won't be able to swallow this insult.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

The call was answered quickly; the person on the other end spoke in a low voice, and there was some background noise.

"Hello, this is Mo Linyuan." He held the phone to his ear, his tone icy.

"Boss?" The subordinate on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback, obviously not expecting the boss to contact someone at their level personally.

They usually relay messages through their assistant; they've only ever heard the boss's voice in the annual meeting video.

"Gather everyone, grab all weapons," Mo Linyuan's voice carried a hint of violence. "No matter what, you must capture Lu Jingxiu today, alive or dead, I just want the result."

"But boss, his neighborhood..." the subordinate hesitated.

"Just barge in, and I'll take care of things afterwards."

There was a two-second silence on the other end.

"...Yes, boss."

Mo Linyuan hung up the phone and put it back in his suit pocket.

The elevator numbers jumped to B2, and the doors slowly slid open.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, forcing a smile that lacked warmth.

Lu Jingxiu, do you think you've won?

I was just playing around with you before, but now I'll show you what it truly means to have influence in both the legal and illegal worlds.