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

"We are police officers from the Public Security Bureau. We received a report that there is illegal activity here. Please open the door; we need to go in and investigate."

Wang Yan's expression was serious.

"Officer, this is the An family's private residence, and they are holding a banquet here. Many businessmen from the city are present. There is no illegal activity involved."

The lead bodyguard spoke politely, but didn't move an inch.

Wang Yan sneered, and a surge of anger welled up inside him.

You won't let me sit at the table when we're having lunch at the club, right?

I'm wearing a police uniform now, with eleven men with me. You still dare not let me in?

Do you really think your An family can control everything?

"Regardless of whose home this is, if someone calls the police, we have to verify!" Wang Yan's tone became more serious. "This is a criminal case, not a public order dispute. Please cooperate and open the door!"

The four bodyguards in black exchanged a glance, their brows furrowed, but they didn't move. "Sorry, no one is authorized to enter without Young Master An's permission."

Lu Jingxiu whispered, "Captain Wang, stop wasting time with them. They're inside; if we stay any longer, something bad might happen."

Wang Yan nodded, took two steps back, and placed his right hand directly on the police equipment at his waist.

His gaze swept over the four bodyguards' faces, his tone turning cold: "We need to go inside to investigate now. If you continue to obstruct us, we will take coercive measures against you for obstructing official business!"

Four bodyguards stood in a row: "Officer, I suggest you reconsider. This is the An family's residence. You can't afford the consequences of barging in."

"Second warning!" Wang Yan didn't bother with any more words, picked up the walkie-talkie, and pressed the call button:

"Command center, violent resistance has been encountered at the entrance of Anjia Private Manor. Requesting backup. (Repeated request for backup!)"

"Third warning!"

Wang Yan waved his hand behind him and shouted, "Take him down!"

Ten detectives pounced on him without hesitation, two or three of them against one bodyguard.

"Brothers! Attack!"

The four bodyguards, retired special forces soldiers hired by An Jia at a high salary, resisted more fiercely than expected.

Their every move was clean and efficient; their grappling and arm-locking techniques were clearly not those of ordinary security guards.

In less than ten seconds, the first detective who rushed forward was tripped and thrown to the ground.

"Damn it, you dare assault a police officer?!"

"Encountering violent resistance to law enforcement! Approval to use non-lethal police equipment!" Wang Yan was kicked in the chest by a bodyguard, staggered a couple of steps before regaining his balance, and his old waist made a faint cracking sound.

His face darkened; he felt he was losing face.

I wanted to show off my professional skills in front of my boss's son, but I got kicked right at the start.

Soon, the detectives drew their stun guns from their waists and charged at the four bodyguards again.

The special forces soldiers sneered. What kind of police are they? A bunch of middle-aged old men who have neglected their training. They usually just bully the young punks on the street.

With this level of skill, you think you can beat them? What a joke.

Today, we'll experience Vice City and feel what it's like to take down the police.

They just need to continue with that clean and efficient close-quarters combat routine; I'll use a grappling move, then a lock...

"Crackling and popping—"

"Aaaaaah—!"

After a series of cracking sounds, four tall, burly retired special forces soldiers collapsed to the ground, convulsing, their limbs still twitching, and were handcuffed.

Wang Yan, clutching his aching lower back, stepped forward and pushed open the heavy wrought iron gate.

He glanced back at the four people lying on the ground, then coldly waved his hand behind him: "Come inside with me!"

Just as the eleven-person team was about to rush in, they heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from deep within the manor.

"stop!"

Eight more bodyguards, also dressed in black suits, rushed out of the shadows. Seeing their four colleagues handcuffed on the ground, and then at the police who had stormed in, their eyes instantly turned fierce.

"Take down these cops!"

As bodyguards for the An family, they were all outstanding special forces soldiers who had retired from the military and had rich combat experience.

Seeing that a mere dozen or so police officers and a passerby dared to barge in, they pounced on them without saying a word.

What kind of police are you? Get the hell out of here...

"Crackling and popping—"

"Aaaaaah—!"

Another series of crackling sounds rang out.

Eight burly men lay convulsing on the grass, their hands cuffed.

The black-clad bodyguards on both sides of the villa were completely dumbfounded.

Eight teammates? They charged in? Then there were a few cracking sounds? And then they just collapsed?!

The dozen or so police officers on the other side, after finishing this round, showed no signs of fatigue. Instead, they looked as if they had been injected with adrenaline, their eyes shining and their faces displaying an expression of "it was so satisfying to be electrified."

Seeing that the two of them were still standing there, the police officers rushed over without saying a word, holding stun batons.

"Wait! Surrender! Don't do anything! We surrender!" The two bodyguards didn't hesitate, raising their hands above their heads, their movements so fast they were afraid of being electrocuted if they were even a second too late.

"Squat down! Put your hands on your head!" A detective rushed over and shouted impatiently.

Why are you so cowardly? You made him lose one person's electricity.

What a disappointment! He pulled out handcuffs and quickly handcuffed the two of them.

The villa has three floors. The hall is magnificent and decorated like a top-class banquet hall. Young men and women dressed in suits and gowns are chatting enthusiastically in small circles.

The whole scene exuded an upper-class style.

Just then, the hall door was pushed open with a bang.

A dozen or so fully armed police officers, with flashing lights and body cameras on their shoulders, rushed in.

"We are police officers! Everyone stay still! Move aside and stand still!" Wang Yan shouted at the top of his lungs.

He's completely gone all out today, he doesn't care what the occasion is or whose kid you are.

He believed that as the son of the municipal party secretary, Lu Shao would never waste his time trying to ruin him.

So he simply followed the procedure for raiding a criminal den: be aggressive, act quickly, and get the situation under control first.

"Police? What are you doing?"

"Do you even know who I am?!"

The lobby on the first floor instantly became noisy. Wang Yan was too lazy to explain. He left four criminal police officers to maintain order, while the others followed him up the spiral staircases on both sides.

Anyway, the support sent by the command center is right behind us, so controlling these young masters and ladies won't be a problem.

The most important thing now is to find the richest man's daughter who is being held captive.

If he successfully stops an illegal and criminal act targeting the richest man's daughter, his achievements will definitely be recorded in great detail.

"Stop!" Just then, a tall, handsome man stood on the stairs.

It was none other than An Yechen, the eldest son of the An family.

"Get out." He looked at the policeman down the stairs with icy eyes, not at him as a person, but as a pile of garbage blocking his way.

"We received a report from the public that you are committing an illegal and criminal act here," Wang Yan said, suppressing his urge to reach for his stun gun and trying to make his tone sound official.

"Please move aside, we need to verify."

After saying that, he didn't bother with any more words and led the people up the stairs.

An Yechen showed no intention of moving aside; instead, he took a step forward and blocked the middle of the stairs: "Do you even know where this is...?"

"Crackling and popping—"

"Well--"

Just moments ago, the cool and arrogant young master of the An family twitched stiffly.

Then he collapsed straight down on the thick carpeted spiral staircase, his body still trembling uncontrollably.

Wang Yan stared in disbelief at his teammate who had started the fight: "Old Li, what are you doing?"

Old Li almost couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly. He thought this guy was going to violently attack the police like the other black-clad bodyguards, and since he had already used his stun gun earlier, he just gave him a quick slap.

But since the body camera is on, I definitely can't say that.

Using his years of experience as a veteran criminal investigator, Old Li forcibly controlled his expression, pointing with a serious face at the still convulsing young master:

"He just attempted to assault a police officer. I saw his hands in his pockets. Captain Wang, there are bodyguards here who violently resist law enforcement. What if he had a knife hidden in his pocket? What if he pulled it out? This is a preventative measure to protect our own safety."

Wang Yan rolled his eyes inwardly.

But he didn't say anything more. Things had come to this point; the electricity had already been used up, and he was already dead. Could time possibly be turned back?

"Quickly! Everyone, check the second floor!" Wang Yan took a deep breath and waved his hand to give the order.

Just then, a man stood in the second-floor corridor. He was none other than Captain Qian, the bodyguard captain of the An family.

Captain Qian stood in the corridor, loosened his tie, and the muscles on his arms bulged high, making his shirt sleeves almost burst.

He just stood there, watching the police officers who were coming up from the corner of the stairs, and grinned maliciously.

He won his first Southeast Asian kickboxing championship in 1974, and then won the Japanese kickboxing championship for three consecutive years after defeating the Japanese heavy hitter in 1980.

He could take on three of the special forces bodyguards from the An family all by himself.

Not to mention these few junior police officers.

Seeing the three policemen rushing towards him, Captain Qian slowly twisted his neck, his cervical spine making a "crackling" sound.

Then he suddenly moved.

He stomped his left foot hard on the carpet, and shot out like a cannonball, his fist whistling as it slammed straight into the face of the first policeman who was charging at him.

"Die!"

Just as he approached the police officer at the front, the officer suddenly raised his police tear gas canister and sprayed it in his face.

"ah--!"

Captain Qian screamed in agony, his entire face burning with pain.

The next second, two detectives rushed up and stabbed him hard in the thigh with stun guns.

"Crackling and popping—"

Wang Yan glanced at the burly man lying on the ground, his face flushed and his body convulsing, and ordered, "Search every room on the second floor."

"yes!"

An Xiaozhao was on the first floor, watching one police officer after another rush into the lobby, and she was completely numb.

No, they've settled down here... Is this some kind of criminal den?

She had lived for twenty years and had never seen anything like it before.

The police kicked the door open and searched the three floors like they were conducting a crackdown on prostitution and pornography. What about the reputation of the An family?

This must be Lu Jingxiu's doing.

That Lu Jingxiu, it's one thing to bring plainclothes officers to lunch, but now he's brought police officers and stormed into the manor?

No, this can't go on any longer.

She took out her phone, found her grandfather's number, and pressed the button hard.

If we don't teach Lu Jingxiu a lesson, he's going to completely rebel!