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

Soon, squads of fully armed special police officers crept up to the office door.

The shield bearers were in front, the gunmen behind, and everyone held their breath.

The SWAT team leader raised three fingers and then lowered them one by one.

"Three, two, one, move out!"

"Bang--!"

The door was kicked open suddenly, and the door panel slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Li Lan pulled the trigger almost reflexively.

However, the trigger was as if it were welded shut and wouldn't budge.

Holy crap? Li Lan was stunned for a moment before realizing that firearms have safety mechanisms, and she didn't seem to have activated the safety.

But... how do I get insurance?

He's only ever played shooting games in his life...

He instinctively wanted to raise the gun to his eyes to take a look, but before he could even glance at the gun, something was thrown in by the SWAT team the moment the door opened.

"Buzz—!"

"ah--!"

The entire office was instantly engulfed in a blinding flash of light and a deafening sound. The shockwave sent documents and scraps of paper flying everywhere on the desks. Pen holders were knocked over, and coffee cups rolled to the floor and shattered with a crash.

Li Lan, however, felt very bad.

My vision went blank for a moment, tears streamed down my face, it felt like my chest had been hit by a heavy hammer, my eardrums were throbbing, and I was having difficulty breathing.

Even though he was sitting in a chair, he still felt dizzy, as if he had been thrown into a washing machine.

Then he lost consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, a team of fully armed special police officers stormed in.

The SWAT officers in front, each holding a half-body bulletproof assault shield, formed a black wall and advanced with small, quick steps.

The SWAT officers behind them extended their gun barrels from the sides of the shields, advancing in rhythm with the shields, and the entire formation advanced seamlessly.

After a few steps, they spotted their target.

The suspect slumped in the boss's chair, completely dizzy, with saliva drooling from the corner of his mouth.

"Report, the suspect has fainted and has been apprehended." The SWAT team leader reported into the walkie-talkie, his voice carrying a hint of relief.

Hong Zhan breathed a sigh of relief inside the command vehicle.

Fortunately, they caught someone alive. You can get information from a living person, but you can only write a report about a dead one.

Inside the office, another SWAT officer picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground and quickly ejected the magazine.

Then he stared at the empty magazine in his hand for five seconds, and pulled the slide again to check the chamber.

...It's empty too.

He checked the gun; the safety was still on.

He looked at the suspect, who was already handcuffed on the ground, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

In those last few minutes, there was the sealing off of the floor, the negotiating experts making statements, the anti-terrorism team assembling, the stun grenades breaching the door, and the shield bearers storming in...

The entire process followed a standard, real-world counter-terrorism procedure, targeting heavily armed criminals.

The results of it?

This guy was holding an empty gun, the safety was off, and there wasn't even a bullet in the magazine. He sat there for ages.

What exactly is he insisting on? Who is he confronting? Himself?

"Report, gun under control, magazine empty, no bullets in chamber, safety not off..." He pressed the walkie-talkie, reporting in a complicated tone.

The expressions on the faces of the detectives who were assisting with the clearing of the area were incredibly complex when they heard this.

The head of the criminal investigation team, in particular, was as stiff as a telephone pole.

He was filled with deep regret.

If he hadn't backed down and had instead bravely charged in without fear of sacrifice, he would at least have received a second-class merit award, and a first-class merit award wouldn't be out of the question.

Which detective wouldn't want to wear another medal on their chest?

Which detective wouldn't want their wife and kids pointing at the TV and saying, "That's my husband/my dad"?

At the time, no one knew that the suspect was just a paper tiger.

In the fraction of a second that the door was pushed open, he saw a dark gun barrel pointed at his face.

He has a wife and children; he doesn't dare to gamble.

Nobody dares to gamble.

Forget it, I'm not destined for that.

"Team Leader Zhao, what a pity. If we had just forced our way in..." A team member next to him looked at the SWAT officers who were dealing with the aftermath with a somewhat unwilling expression.

His face was filled with regret, as if he were just one door away from receiving a first-class merit award.

Captain Zhao felt as if he had been filled with vinegar, his heart was filled with bitterness, and he was filled with remorse. He was so angry that he burst into tears.

But he looked completely unconcerned, even smiling and patting the young team member on the shoulder.

"Alright, stop thinking about it. The SWAT team gets their credit, we'll get ours."

He paused, then his smile widened, a sense of acceptance creeping into his voice: "What if that gun had been loaded? We might be the ones lying on the ground. Remember, life is more important than merit; staying alive is better than anything else."

The young player was taken aback by what he said, then nodded thoughtfully.

It has to be the captain, that makes a lot of sense.

After saying this, Captain Zhao turned and walked towards the elevator, his back view looking dashing and magnanimous.

Only he knew that he was using all his acting skills to keep his tears from falling.

Waaah, my first-class merit award...

……

Lu Jingxiu took out his phone and glanced at it. His phone vibrated in his pocket.

Han Xuanxuan: The Mo family was raided by the police this morning. They violently resisted the law and illegally possessed firearms. The president and his assistant were arrested. Congratulations, Mr. Lu!

Lu Jingxiu: Smiling.jpg

Han Xuanxuan: Tomorrow is Saturday. Remember the four meals you owe me.

Lu Jingxiu smiled and didn't reply. He said to Lu Na beside him, "Mo Linyuan has been arrested. He probably won't be out for the rest of his life. You don't need to worry about him anymore."

Lu Na looked up, blinked, as if she hadn't quite grasped what was happening.

Two seconds later, she gave a soft "hmm" and visibly relaxed.

The two of them were taking a walk on the campus of Batu University.

The president of the university was taken away for investigation by the provincial discipline inspection commission a few days ago. The first thing the new president did was to reinstate Lu Na's student status, as if he was afraid of being held accountable if he was even a second late.

However, Lu's mother did not intend to let her daughter go back to that place. She cited "the university's management being disordered, which is a special difficulty" as the reason, and directly had Batu University submit Lu Na's transfer application.

The coordination with the provincial education department went very smoothly. The school held an office meeting and passed the resolution unanimously.

So now, Lu Na is a sophomore at Badu University.

As for why the Provincial Department of Education was so accommodating, Lu Feng didn't say much, just smiled, but Lu Jingxiu already understood.

Lu Na now has a general idea of ​​the Lu family's power.

It was a height she never dared to imagine before, so high that sometimes when she woke up in the middle of the night, she still felt like she was dreaming.

"Brother, did Dad make it?" she asked cautiously in a low voice.

She felt that it must have been Lu's father who had used his power to arrest this terrifying Mo Linyuan.

"No, it was the law that intervened," Lu Jingxiu said with a smile.

"Can the law control Mo Linyuan? Is he that powerful?" Lu Na's eyes widened, somewhat incredulous.

In her mind, someone like Mo Linyuan was not subject to the law. If the law were effective, would he be so lawless?