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

But just then, a shout came from another direction.

"What are you doing barging in here!"

"You've broken the law!"

A dozen or so security guards carrying shields, steel forks, and batons rushed over, shouting as they quickly formed a formation.

The bald man's face turned even uglier.

He could clearly see that the thugs who had been so defiant just moments before were now visibly intimidated by the shouts of the young and capable security guards, coupled with the warnings from the police officers opposite and the flashing of their lights.

Can't wait any longer.

He knew that he was the only one who could still ignite these people.

Someone has to take the lead and take down those police officers first to stabilize the situation, and then mobilize the local gangs to deal with the security guards.

Only tonight's game will be a real chance to win.

With that thought in mind, he steeled himself and shouted, "Brothers, take them down!"

After shouting, the bald man didn't hesitate and charged at the three police officers with his baton.

The other mercenaries followed closely behind him, howling and rushing forward as well.

The security captain also roared, "Prepare to charge!"

"kill!"

"Charge forward!"

"kill!"

At the command, the shield bearers in the front row did not hesitate. With a roar, they charged towards the oncoming mercenaries, shields raised!

At the same time, seeing that the bald leader had already gone up, the thugs roared and grabbed their courage from the car, rushing forward in a huge swarm.

Seeing this, the three police officers also joined the fray without hesitation.

The bald man and his mercenaries initially didn't take the dozen or so security guards seriously.

Are you kidding me? They're people who fought their way out of the jungle, mercenaries who've seen blood!

What's there to be afraid of with just a few security guards at the gate?

As soon as they started fighting, the bald man knew he was in trouble.

These security guards worked together seamlessly and ruthlessly; their close-quarters combat skills were in no way inferior to those of the mercenaries.

"Damn! These security guards are former soldiers!" The bald man couldn't help but curse, and swung a vicious whip kick at the security guard in front of him.

The security guard reacted quickly, using his shield to firmly block his whip kick.

At the same time, another security guard next to him suddenly thrust out a steel fork, quickly and accurately piercing his calf!

In the blink of an eye, the bald man quickly pulled back his leg and jumped, narrowly avoiding the steel fork.

Before his feet even touched the ground, another security guard closed in, wielding his baton like a bayonet, and viciously stabbed him in the abdomen.

If he were stabbed in the head with a stick, he would be lying on the ground for at least an hour.

At the critical moment, another mercenary rushed over and tackled the security guard holding a baton to the ground, and the two rolled around in a heap.

On the other side, the thugs had taken their sticks back from the bread cart and, taking advantage of their numbers, pounced on the security guards and police officers, shouting incoherent slogans.

The number of people suddenly surged.

"Tear gas! Spray!" the officer in charge shouted.

Immediately afterwards, the three men simultaneously pulled out tear gas sprayers from their waists and sprayed them at the thugs who were rushing towards them.

"Ah—! My face!"

"Fuck those cops! Ah—!"

Screams and coughs filled the air.

"Stun gun!"

After the officer in charge finished using the tear gas spray, he shouted again, pulled out his stun gun, and then rushed towards the thugs who were dazed and confused by the spray without hesitation.

The scene became even more chaotic.

Just then, two motorcycle police cars with flashing lights rushed over.

"Police! Drop your weapons!"

The motorcycle police officers quickly stopped their motorcycles, got off, and rushed forward without even taking off their helmets, pulling out their batons to relieve the pressure on their officers and the security guards controlling the battlefield.

A dozen seconds later, two more police cars with sirens blaring rushed in, followed by a police Iveco van.

The three cars sped along, then came to a sudden stop.

The car door opened with a "whoosh," and more than a dozen police officers and auxiliary police officers wearing reflective vests jumped out. The colorful reflective stripes were particularly conspicuous under the police lights.

They were from the Minghai District Traffic Police Brigade. They happened to be checking for drunk driving nearby tonight. After receiving orders from the command center, they immediately abandoned the scene, got into their vehicles, and rushed over.

On the way there, in the Ivecote, Captain Zhou Hai kept encouraging his men: "Brothers! Our mission this time is to storm into the residential compound and stop illegal and criminal activities!"

"Although we are traffic police, we are still police officers! We share the same responsibilities!"

"Let me repeat myself! Our Minghai Brigade must be ready to be deployed! Ready to charge! And capable of winning!"

"Do you have confidence?"

In the Ivecote, the police officers and auxiliary police were fired up by their captain's words, their morale soaring, and they shouted in unison, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

So when they rushed to the scene and saw the chaotic brawl between police, criminals, security guards, and thugs, Captain Zhou Hai's eyes lit up.

An opportunity! This is a chance to make a difference!

Tonight, he's determined to have his son write him an acceptance speech for his second-class merit award!

Last time, when we blocked that young, domineering CEO at the highway exit, the credit all went to the special police who arrived later.

He was so angry that he worked overtime for several months straight to check for drunk driving. Every day, he personally led a team to check the helmet and seatbelt status of electric bicycles at a certain intersection. On weekends, he led a team to go around to major shopping malls in the city and personally issued tickets to illegally parked vehicles.

I tried to stake out that special police captain, but I never got the chance.

Unexpectedly, I stumbled upon such a spectacular scene tonight! What do you call this? This is a case of devastation falling from the sky!

He knew that there was a high probability that the SWAT team would arrive at an event of this scale.

But so what? This time, he arrived first, determined to finish the job before his fellow SWAT officers!

SWAT officers, you'd better stay in the back and soak up the traffic cops' exhaust fumes today! I refuse to believe that these thugs' vans are all bulletproof!

I, Zhou Hai, gladly accept the credit!

"Third warning! Drop your weapons!"

"Brothers! Stop crime according to the law! Charge!"

Zhou Hai suddenly pulled out his baton, roared, and charged ahead of the others towards the most intense part of the battle!

The dozen or so traffic police behind him had their eyes gleaming. Those with batons pulled them out, while those without grabbed demolition tools, traffic control batons, and other equipment from the car, and charged forward with shouts.

"Don't move! Police!"

"Put down the stick!"

They worked in groups of three or four, rushing into the crowd and pinning the thugs to the ground one by one, handcuffing them with practiced ease.

This is all thanks to the experience gained from cracking down on drunk driving.

If you encounter someone who dares to resist, first try to persuade them amicably, then pin the bruised and battered thug to the ground and control them.

At the same time, reinforcement police cars from the police station arrived one after another, their headlights illuminating the entire area in front of the building.

Seeing the increasing number of police officers and then looking at their accomplices who had already been taken down, the thugs couldn't hold back any longer.

He threw down the stick, covered his head with both hands, squatted down, and shouted:

"I surrender! I surrender!"

"Don't hit me! I didn't do anything!"

The mercenaries, with the assistance of the police officers, were pinned to the ground one by one by the security guards, their hands tied behind their backs and handcuffed tightly.

The bald man who had been so imposing just moments before was now pinned to the ground, his face covered in blood, and his body twitching uncontrollably.

It hurts.

These security guards were incredibly ruthless. He made a mistake, and it felt like he was almost beaten to death by them.

Soon, everyone was brought under control, stuffed into police cars in batches, and taken away for investigation.

Zhou Hai felt refreshed and invigorated, and the night breeze tonight felt exceptionally pleasant.

Holding a breathalyzer, he walked up to a thug leader who was bruised and battered and squatting on the ground, handed him the device, and spoke in a friendly tone:

"Bringing so many people to cause trouble tonight? Have you been drinking? Come on, let's have a drink."

The gang leader looked up at the smiling traffic policeman in front of him, then at the breathalyzer in his hand, completely bewildered.

He hesitated for a moment, then blew on it anyway.

When you see a breathalyzer, who can resist blowing into it and trying it out?

"Beep beep beep... Sorry, you've been drinking." The testing device emitted a crisp electronic sound.

Zhou Hai's eyes lit up, and he exchanged a "Holy crap, this is amazing!" look with the traffic police next to him.

"Oh?!" He turned around, looking at the gang leader with a mixture of surprise and delight. "You dare to drive drunk?"

Thug leader: "?"

The gang leader instinctively retorted, "No, officer, I didn't drive! I came in a van!"

Zhou Hai straightened his face, glared at him, and shouted, "How did you get here if you weren't driving?! So many of us traffic police officers, several body cameras, all saw you get out of the driver's seat! Are you still trying to deny it?"

Thug leader: "..."

He did drink a little alcohol tonight before going out to embolden himself, but he was sitting in the back of a van, which he wasn't driving, nor was he the driver!

"Take him away!" Zhou Hai didn't give him a chance to explain further. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Tell the police station to take this person to the hospital for a blood test, and then send him back to our traffic police brigade!"

"Understood, Captain Zhou!"

Several traffic police officers lifted the bewildered gang leader off the ground and took him away like a chick.

Zhou Hai thought for a moment and then added, "The rest of you, come with me to the police station, everyone will get tested."

"yes!"