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Tollbooth 100 meters ahead.

Brother Xiong could see the flashing police lights at the toll station from afar. Every car that came out of the toll station had to undergo a brief inspection under the guidance of the police officers before it could leave.

"Brother Xiong, ahead..." The crew-cut henchman swallowed hard.

Brother Xiong didn't say anything, but told the car to pull over and park further away, and then he took out a pair of binoculars to look.

The intersection ahead was blocked off with various roadblocks. People in blue and black uniforms and camouflage uniforms stood by, and several police cars and armored vehicles were parked on the side of the road.

This setup clearly indicates that it's not just a simple drunk driving check.

"Damn it, what's going on?" The crew-cut thug's voice trembled slightly, sensing that something terrible was about to happen.

Previously, when they kidnapped those rich young masters in other cities, they never saw the police. How come they saw the police before even entering the city center of Ba Shi this time?

Brother Xiong's face turned ashen. He naturally realized that the previous group had probably failed, so the police here had increased their search efforts.

All entrances to the city have been tightened, and vehicles entering and exiting must undergo inspection.

Their identities and visas cannot withstand close scrutiny; a simple examination can uncover a host of problems.

Therefore, it is precisely at times like these that we must not stop; if we stop, then it is truly over.

Besides, who is Brother Xiong?

He is the second-best general under Master Kun!

In Southeast Asia, he has guns and men at his disposal. When has he ever suffered such humiliation? When has he ever had to be subservient to the police?

He gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and said, "Ignore them, charge straight in!"

"Brother, there are police everywhere in front of us!" The crew-cut henchman's face turned green.

Brother Xiong sneered, "Who have we ever been afraid of in Southeast Asia? This kind of roadblock is nothing; we can just rush in, right? Do you think they'd actually open fire?"

"Once you're inside, find a slum to hide in for a couple of days. Once things calm down, the cops will naturally disperse."

"If we really stop, and they find out what's going on, we won't be able to escape even if we want to. We'll be like a tiger without its claws; those cops can do whatever they want with us!"

"But brother, this isn't Southeast Asia..." the younger brother tried to persuade him.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Brother Xiong slammed his hand hard on the back of the driver's seat, roaring menacingly, "Charge! Charge! Charge!"

The driver flinched and floored the accelerator, sending a line of cars hurtling toward the tollbooth.

With a loud crash, the tollbooth barrier was broken by the car in front, and plastic fragments flew everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, one vehicle after another rushed toward the roadblocks without regard for anything else.

The police officers guarding the checkpoint initially thought they were seeing things.

No way, how much have these people been injured? Didn't they see the scene in front of them? And they still dare to charge forward? Do they think they're part of a family from Fast & Furious?

"Stop the car! Turn off the engine! Get out and submit to inspection!" he shouted through a megaphone.

The convoy didn't stop; instead, it sped up.

"Force your way in?" The officer in charge was taken aback for a moment, then a hint of joy appeared on his face.

Good grief, after guarding for so long, there are actually people willingly offering themselves up for death?

He held the walkie-talkie to his mouth, his voice tinged with excitement: "Prepare for interception, deploy tire deflation devices!"

At a command, two officers behind the roadblock moved swiftly, and the tire deflation device sprang out with a "whoosh" and landed across the road.

They didn't even try to avoid the car in front, and the driver's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted, "If you rush past them, you'll live."

"Bang!"

The front tire blew out.

"Bang!"

The rear tire also blew out.

The car instantly went out of control, the front of the car veered to one side, and the entire car slid sideways, crashing into the roadside guardrail and starting to smoke.

When the cars behind saw that the ones in front had been hit, they immediately braked.

But the car was going too fast and there was no time to react. A series of rear-end collisions occurred, with some cars hitting the roadside, some hitting the sandbags on the roadblocks, and some hitting the police vehicle.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

"Don't move, police!"

"Quick, they're still trying to escape!"

"stop!"

A group of people dressed in blue, black, and camouflage excitedly rushed forward. The car door was quickly pulled open, and some of the people inside were knocked unconscious, while others struggled to run away but were pinned to the ground and handcuffed.

After everyone was apprehended, one of the traffic police officers approached one of his underlings with a breathalyzer: "Have you been drinking? You're acting so arrogantly. Here, take a breathalyzer test."

The henchman was still struggling, swearing, "Who the hell do you think you are? I'm Kun..."

"Slap!" A slap rang out.

The younger brother was dumbfounded.

"Should I blow it or not?" A detective next to him pulled out a stun gun, pressed a button, and it made a "crackling" sound.

"I'll blow it, I'll blow it!"

……

Office of the Director of the Municipal Bureau.

Hong Zhan sat at his desk with two documents spread out in front of him.

One of them was submitted by Lin Yutang; the materials were so well-made that it was hard to believe a grassroots police officer could produce such a thing.

It not only contains detailed clues about Master Kun and An Xiaozhao, but also marks the specific location of Master Kun's base in Southeast Asia.

It even included a defense deployment analysis based on communication signals and fund flows, complete with illustrations and clear logic—it was practically a 3D model of the entire operation.

The clues are so detailed that anyone who didn't know better would think that Master Kun himself had surrendered.

He couldn't help but flip through it several times; it was truly outrageous.

The other document was a briefing sent by the Municipal Public Security Bureau immediately after the arrests were completed.

Master Kun sent out two more groups of men, all of whom were apprehended by the military and police at the Bashi exit ramp. They were caught red-handed, and the chain of confessions was essentially closed, with each link connected to the next, leaving no room for escape.

After a moment's thought, Hong Zhan picked up the phone and dialed the number for the duty room of the Provincial Party Committee Office:

"I am Hong Zhan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. I have an urgent report to Secretary Zhang regarding a kidnapping case involving foreign forces."

The person on duty on the other end of the phone was very polite: "Director Hong, approximately how long will it take?"

Hong Zhan said, "Fifteen minutes, please make arrangements for me. The nature of the case is rather special, and it's inconvenient to discuss it over the phone."

"clear."

Soon, he took the two documents to Zhang Beishan's office.

Zhang Beishan didn't rush to speak, but instead read through the materials from beginning to end.

Hong Zhan stood beside him, providing supplementary explanations as needed, clarifying what needed to be said and omitting unnecessary details.

After listening, Zhang Beishan looked up and asked, "Besides you and that police officer, who else has seen this document?"

Hong Zhan answered decisively: "There was no one else. Comrade Lin handed it over directly to me. The arrest team only knew that the target was overseas, but they didn't know the exact location."

Zhang Beishan closed the materials, pondered for a moment, looked at Hong Zhan, and said in a calm tone:

"Director Hong, the next steps in the investigation and handling of this case will be coordinated directly between the Provincial Party Committee and the National Security Bureau and the Provincial Military Region. The Municipal Bureau does not need to follow up on the overseas aspects separately for the time being."

Hong Zhan understood immediately.

Next, neither the municipal bureau nor the provincial department will need to deal with overseas matters anymore; the departments that will take over are specifically focused on overseas affairs.

"Yes, Secretary Zhang," Hong Zhan replied readily.

Zhang Beishan picked up the thermos and gently blew on it.

Seeing this, Hong Zhan finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave the office.