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

"bite."

The freight elevator reaches the ground floor.

The door slid open slowly, and the cool air unique to underground parking garage rushed in.

Mo Linyuan had only taken two steps and hadn't even had time to see where his car was parked when four figures simultaneously pounced out from behind the car pillar.

"police!"

Three plainclothes officers and one uniformed police officer pinned him to the ground.

His shoulders were pressed down, his face was pressed against the cold, rough cement floor, and both wrists were twisted behind his back.

Click, the handcuffs are locked.

The whole sequence of actions was so fast that he didn't even have a chance to struggle. He only had time to feel the pain of the rough ground rubbing against his cheek and the hardness of the handcuffs.

"We've caught one suspect in the underground parking garage." The police officer in charge pressed one knee against Mo Linyuan's back, freeing one hand to pick up the walkie-talkie, his voice tinged with satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, he actually got a big fish for free.

He stood up, dusted off his knees, and watched as two colleagues lifted the handsome man in a suit from the ground.

Mo Linyuan's suit was covered in a large patch of dust, his tie was askew, and his hairstyle was completely out of shape.

"What's your name?" the police officer in charge asked.

Mo Linyuan remained silent, his expression a mixture of anger and disbelief.

"I'm asking you a question. What's your name? Are you trying to run away?" Another policeman patted the dust off his shoulder.

But in Mo Linyuan's eyes, it was like flicking a fly into his coffee cup.

He raised his head and gave the four policemen a cold look, his eyes filled with a violent glint.

His voice was filled with suppressed rage: "Once I get out, you will all be dead."

Upon hearing this, all four policemen couldn't help but laugh.

"Fine, fine, we're all going to die, right?" The police officer in charge met his gaze, raised an eyebrow, and glanced up at the camera on the garage ceiling.

With surveillance, we must pay attention to law enforcement regulations.

He gestured to the person next to him: "Take him to the car and ask him again."

He's been a criminal investigator for so many years, and he's encountered countless uncooperative suspects like this.

Based on his experience, basically just three whacks were enough to get these suspects to obediently give out their ID numbers.

Once he got on the bus, the man realized just how high the cost of his boastful words was.

He watched as two other police officers grabbed the suspect's arms and escorted him to a police car parked in the direction of the exit.

He smiled and shook his head, turned off the body camera on his chest, and rolled up his sleeves.

It's time for the interrogation.

……

Meanwhile, in her top-floor office, Li Lan was still standing in front of the monitor screen.

The video shows the real-time footage from the underground parking garage playing back the scene from just now.

He watched as Mo Linyuan was pinned to the ground, handcuffed, and then escorted by four policemen toward a police car.

He closed his eyes briefly, then walked to his desk and slowly sat down.

Outside the door, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

He straightened his tie, pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk, and took out his boss's pistol.

The gun was cold and heavy, and it felt unreal when held in my hand.

He glanced down, then slowly raised his hand, pointing the gun at the doorway.

"Click!"

"Don't move! Police!"

The head of the criminal investigation team turned the doorknob, pushed the door open, and just as he peeked halfway in, his gaze swept across the office.

Then I saw a young man in a suit sitting behind a desk, holding a black pistol in his hand, the muzzle pointing directly at the door.

"Bang!"

In just half a second, he used the fastest reaction speed of his life to pull the door back and close it, so fast that even he himself didn't have time to react.

Several teammates around him didn't even see anything.

They only saw the captain push open the door, close it again in less than half a second, and then they saw their captain leaning against the walls on either side of the door, pale and covered in sweat.

The group looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

One of them was about to ask a question, but before he could even utter a word...

"Holy crap, Chief Hung, the suspect has a gun!"

The squad leader had already pressed the intercom and was reporting while sweating profusely, not even realizing that he had blurted out a swear word.

Although he only peeked into the office for half a second, his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

Damn it, thank goodness I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have been a martyr.

Outside the Moss Building, inside a police command vehicle.

After hearing the words "the suspect has a gun" on the walkie-talkie, Hong Zhan took a deep breath.

Sure enough, it's perfectly reasonable for a criminal organization with ties to organized crime to have the resources to openly and violently confront the police; it would be strange if they didn't.

It's reasonable as it may be, but it's still a headache.

He pressed the intercom and began giving orders:

"Attention all units, Counter-Terrorism Assault Team, assemble immediately on the 30th floor staircase, seal off both ends of the corridor, and do not enter without orders."

"SWAT sniper team, locate firing positions in the building across the street, ready to be deployed at any time."

"Let the negotiation experts come up and talk to him in the corridor, trying to persuade him to surrender while also figuring out his condition."

"Evacuate all employees on the 30th floor. Use the fire exits and avoid the office doors. Be quick and quiet."

Brief replies from each group quickly came through the walkie-talkie:

"receive."

"clear."

"Evacuation is underway."

After giving the order, Hong Zhan sighed and rubbed his temples.

Today's case has escalated from gangsters violently resisting law enforcement to armed resistance to arrest; every step is heading in the worst possible direction.

Soon, the negotiation experts took megaphones and began speaking in the corridor.

The voice traveled through the door into the office, each word clear, each sentence reasonable, and heartfelt. What?

"Come out, we can discuss any demands you may have..."

"I'm the only one on the 30th floor, don't worry, come out and try to get leniency..."

Like a caring older brother on a late-night radio show, if you don't consider the whole row of fully armed SWAT officers crouching behind him.

Inside her office, Li Lan listened to the shouts coming from outside, her face filled with despair.

He does all the dirty, strenuous, and illegal work, while all the benefits, women, and the domineering reputation belong to his own boss.

Now that the police have arrived, the boss might still have a chance to go to jail.

After all, he's the richest man in the country; he still has connections, money, and power, and can afford the best lawyers.

But what about Li Lan? What does he have? All he has is a head that can take a bullet.

As Li Lan thought about it, her whole body went numb.

Why has no one ever considered the assistant's feelings?

He wanted to live a good life too. He wanted to go home and play video games after work. He wanted to slack off on his salary instead of waiting to die with a gun in his hand.

But what can he do now that things have come to this?

He was desperate too.

The only option is to continue the standoff with the police and see if fate will bring a turn of events.

Five minutes later, the negotiator was exhausted. He didn't know why the suspect was so stubborn.

No, bro, you don't even have a hostage, so why are you ignoring me? I'm giving you a chance, you know?

Helpless, he said into the walkie-talkie, "Chief Hong, the suspect won't open the door or say anything."

Hong Zhan was silent for a few seconds before making up his mind: "The anti-terrorism team is ready for a strong attack. Flashbangs and stun grenades are ready. The shield team will lead the way, and the capture team will follow."

There was no other way but to arrest them by force.

Although the sniper had reached his position and identified the suspect in the office, sniping was a last resort.

The principle is to capture those who can be captured alive whenever possible.