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

Wen Li rubbed her still throbbing temples, trying hard to recall: "I was getting ready to go to the company this morning... and then..."

"It felt like someone came up from behind... and covered my mouth... and then I didn't know anything more..."

She now knew that her boss had saved her, and a mix of relief and lingering fear welled up inside her.

She looked up at the man's cold profile in the rearview mirror, her voice soft and gentle: "Thank you, boss, for saving me."

Shang Yanchen didn't respond, only raising a handsome eyebrow.

Wen Li turned her head to look at the city street scene rushing past the car window, the glass curtain walls of the tall buildings reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

She suddenly remembered something and asked cautiously, "Boss, where are we going now? And... what happened to the people who kidnapped me? I think I heard you say... 'Clean them up'..."

Her heart tightened. As her secretary, she knew a little about how ruthless her boss was and how deep his background was.

In the cutthroat world of business, and even in certain shady sectors, the phrase "business banquet" signifies absolute power and chilling rules.

Could this "clean up" mean exactly what it says in the literal sense?

Shang Yanchen's lips curled into a smile: "I handed them over to the police."

"Oh..." Wen Li's tense shoulders instantly relaxed, she let out a long sigh of relief, and even smiled a little embarrassedly, "Yes, that's right, it's best to leave it to the police."

She even inwardly condemned herself for her earlier malicious speculation.

Although the boss is shrewd, he is still a law-abiding citizen! How could he do something illegal?

Looking at her somewhat silly smile in the rearview mirror, Shang Yanchen's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery.

Naive woman.

They think of this world as something wonderful.

Just then, their Maybach slowly drove off the overpass, preparing to enter the city's main road.

However, the elevated ramp entrance was blocked off by traffic police.

Police flashlights were flashing continuously, and traffic police officers wearing fluorescent vests waved to signal for vehicles to pull over.

"Huh?" Wen Li peered out the car window curiously. "Is this a DUI checkpoint? Why is there such a big fuss?"

Shang Yanchen also slightly furrowed his cool and handsome brows.

"Probably." Shang Yanchen didn't know why there were traffic police stopping and checking the road.

In his more than twenty years of life, this was the first time he had encountered a traffic police checkpoint in Bashi that asked him to pull over for inspection.

However, he glanced at Wen Li's face in the rearview mirror, which was full of the expression of "law-abiding citizen," and then glanced at the traffic police who were standing by in front of him.

A few seconds of deliberation.

Forget it.

In the end, he turned on his turn signal and slowly pulled the Maybach, whose front end still bore obvious dents from the impact, toward the side of the road.

The black Maybach slowed down, turned on its turn signal, and slowly pulled over to the side of the road, finally coming to a steady stop in front of the checkpoint set up by the traffic police.

Standing behind the roadblock, the traffic police officers, already on high alert and ready to deal with any attempt to break through the checkpoint or deploy tire deflation devices, exchanged glances.

Their eyes, without prior arrangement, all carried a hint of disappointment.

That's it? It stopped already?

That's it?!

Why is this guy so cowardly? Does he even know he's a kidnapper?!

Did he not know that he had caused a major traffic accident and was suspected of a criminal offense? Did he not know that the municipal police were investigating him?

Kidnapper, buddy! The city police chief is in charge, the whole city is on stakeout to catch you! And you just cooperate and pull over? Where's your professional ethics? Where's your criminal dignity?

Why didn't it even struggle? What a disappointment, there's no challenge at all.

Last time in the development zone, that foreigner tried to break through the checkpoint, and it was the First Brigade of the Development Zone Traffic Police Detachment that intercepted him.

Afterwards, the entire brigade was awarded a second-class merit, and a bonus of 20,000 yuan was directly distributed.

The traffic policeman who promptly used the tire puncture device to puncture the other driver's tire was awarded a third-class merit and a bonus of 5,000 yuan. I heard he's currently filling out promotion application materials.

Money is secondary; the key is that this reward is incredibly appealing.

When it comes to year-end performance evaluations and commendations, if there are vacancies for positions like company commander or political instructor, the priority consideration is always who has the most combat achievements on their resume.

Who wouldn't want a few more impressive records on their resume?

As traffic police officers in the Minghai District of the city center, they also want to earn merit! They also want to get promoted! They also want to be recognized in the system!

So they came here today with great enthusiasm for this mission.

The brigade leader even gave them a pep talk in the team, and his speech was full of passion.

"...Our entire brigade must be ready to be deployed! Charge! Win!"

"Do you have confidence?!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Set off!!"

Just imagine, with the entire city under surveillance to catch the suspect, and the city police chief personally overseeing the operation, if they could stop the suspect vehicle in their own jurisdiction, they might just get a second-class merit award.

Even if the suspect violently resists arrest, assaults police officers, or refuses to be arrested...

But that's even better! Wouldn't that give us a chance to earn a first-class merit?

Unexpectedly, the prime suspect in this series of car accidents and kidnappings stopped... cowardly.

It stopped perfectly straight and even knew to slow down and pull over; it seemed quite cooperative.

The traffic police officers were so disappointed; it was indescribable.

The Maybach came to a stop, and the windows slowly rolled down.

In the driver's seat, a handsome but cold-faced man appeared, his gaze sweeping over without any warmth.

The traffic police captain took a deep breath, temporarily packing away his disappointment, and with a stern face, led several officers forward.

He activated his body camera, strode forward, saluted, and announced in a loud voice, "We are the First Traffic Police Brigade of Minghai District! Comrade, please turn off the engine! Get out of the vehicle! Cooperate with the inspection!"

Shang Yanchen frowned immediately. A mere few traffic police officers stopped his car and made him get out?

What are they anyway?

"Why do you want me to get off the bus?" His tone was clearly impatient.

Ok?

Hearing this impatient tone, the traffic police captain felt a sudden surge of anger, and the small flame that had been extinguished reignited in his heart.

Wait a minute! This attitude, this arrogant tone, could it be that they're going to rebel?

He subtly gave his colleague a wink.

The traffic police officers exchanged unspoken words, their hands discreetly resting on their waistbands, where tear gas, batons, handcuffs, and makeshift breaching tools were all readily available.

He knew that, according to the command center's report, the man in front of him was a vicious criminal suspected of causing a major traffic accident, kidnapping, intentional injury, and hit-and-run.

If the other party resists, even just by pushing or shoving, he has a reason to take coercive measures and then... make a great contribution!

but!

From a professional and principled standpoint, he did not want the other party to resist.

Law enforcement should be compassionate, rules should be based on human feelings, and peaceful resolutions should always prioritize safety.

But deep inside, in some tiny corner, a little person is frantically waving flags and shouting slogans.

Come on! Resist me! Hit me! My body camera is on! Try touching me! See if my baton has any strength!

No, no, no, you can't think like that.

The traffic police captain mentally berated himself for a second, then straightened his face again, straightened his back, and said in an even harsher voice: "You are suspected of a criminal offense! You are hereby ordered to turn off the engine, get out of the vehicle, and cooperate with us to check your driver's license, vehicle registration, and ID card!"