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

Shang Yan's face darkened.

Is a mere traffic policeman qualified to investigate him? And he even claims he's suspected of criminal activity?

The coldness in his eyes intensified as he reached for his phone.

Wen Li, sitting in the back row, opened her mouth into a small "O" shape, her eyes widened, and she was completely stunned.

The traffic police... the traffic police actually said the boss was suspected of a criminal offense?

Could it be... could it be that the boss didn't hand that person over to the police that night? Did he lie to me?

"You have no right to investigate me," Shang Yanchen said coldly, taking out his phone, finding his assistant's number, and dialing it.

When the traffic police captain saw that the other party not only didn't get out of the car but also started making phone calls, his heart started racing.

Here they come! Making a phone call to call for backup right in front of him! Is he calling for accomplices? Or looking for protection?

In either case, this is a typical case of obstructing the performance of official duties!

His face remained stern, and he issued a clear and forceful warning: "You are suspected of kidnapping, intentional assault, dangerous driving, endangering public safety by dangerous means, and hit-and-run! You are hereby ordered to get out of the vehicle immediately! Please cooperate with law enforcement! Otherwise, you will bear all legal consequences!"

Wen Li listened to the string of charges with a stunned expression.

She doubted she had heard correctly.

Shang Yanchen's face darkened further, but he didn't bother to say anything more to the junior traffic cop. He dialed his assistant's number and held it to his ear.

The call connected, but there was no sound from the receiver.

He took the phone away from his ear again, frowned as he glanced at the screen, then put it back, but there was still no sound.

He frowned and fiddled with it for a few seconds, his expression changing from indifference to confusion, from confusion to impatience, and finally freezing in an awkward expression.

Oh, it's also connected to Bluetooth headphones.

He put his Bluetooth headset back on expressionlessly and said coldly to the air, "I was stopped by traffic police when I got off the overpass. You handle this."

After hanging up the phone, the expression on his face returned to that cold and confident look that said, "I've taken care of everything."

Traffic police captain: "..."

He glanced down at the body camera on his chest, which was flashing a red light and recording video, and almost burst out laughing.

It's still running, bro.

You just made a phone call to call people right in front of me?

Do you know that the body camera on my chest is connected to the internet the whole time?

Do you know that right now, on the big screen in the city bureau's command center, they might be watching your handsome face and hearing you say "take care of it"?

He knew very well that this morning's arrest operation was of an alarmingly high level.

Today, even if you shout that the King of Heaven himself came, you'd still have to get off the bus!

"Calling anyone won't help!" The traffic police captain cleared his throat, his expression returning to one of seriousness and impartiality in enforcing the law. "Please get out of the vehicle and cooperate with the enforcement! Second warning!"

Then, he slightly turned his head and whispered quickly to his colleague beside him, "Prepare to forcibly remove him."

The five traffic police officers nearby immediately understood, and one of them waved to the two police Iveco vans parked on the side of the road.

The doors of the two Iveco vans were flung open with a "whoosh," and more than a dozen police officers and auxiliary police officers jumped out quickly, scattering swiftly and instantly surrounding the Maybach.

They are traffic police officers who have always used their power to intimidate people.

Not far away, next to two SWAT riot control vehicles, the captain of the SWAT assault team watched this scene with his arms crossed, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He silently pulled back his foot, which had already taken half a step, suppressing the urge to lead the team forward.

A dozen or so police officers arrested one person.

He felt... that there was no need for him to participate.

Otherwise, if you rush up, you won't be able to squeeze in.

It won't look like they're there to provide support; it'll look more like they're there to claim credit or just watch the show. With so many leaders watching from the command center, what kind of behavior is that?

……

Inside the city bureau's command center, Hong Zhan stared coldly at the large screen.

The images and sound from the body camera are very clear.

The surrounding high-ranking police officers also heard the suspect say, "You handle this."

They tried to keep their expressions straight, exchanged a glance, and then simultaneously turned their gaze to the person standing next to Hong Zhan.

Zhou Xiang, secretary of the municipal political and legal committee, also came.

He was wearing a dark executive jacket, standing with his hands behind his back beside Hong Zhan, his expression calm and unreadable, showing no reaction to what Hong Zhan had just said, as if he had only heard an insignificant background noise.

But the more unresponsive he became, the more a chill ran down the spines of those around him.

Nobody's a fool to have risen to this level in the Bashi Public Security System.

That guy driving the Maybach caused a major traffic accident right under surveillance, assaulted someone, fled the scene, and even sent two police officers to protect him.

Now he's making phone calls to call for backup in front of the traffic police's body camera.

With these layers of buffs stacked up, the word "courting death" doesn't even begin to describe it.

These days, whoever's phone rings is the one who's hit the jackpot.

That's basically like having the words "I am a protector" written all over your face, and with a fluorescent effect at that.

Hong Zhan spoke up: "All video footage from law enforcement recorders, surveillance cameras, and drones at the scene has been backed up and saved."

"Supervision Detachment, immediately notify the frontline traffic police to supervise the entire law enforcement process."

"The Criminal Investigation Division will conduct follow-up analysis on the suspect's communication records to secure evidence of his contacting others. The Intelligence Center will screen related numbers in his call records to see if there are any local numbers or sensitive numbers."

"yes!"

Hong Zhan's orders were carried out in an orderly manner, and the command center quickly sprang into action.

At this moment, Zhou Xiang turned to Hong Zhan and said, "Director Hong, you handled it correctly."

Then he turned to the staff next to him and said, "The Political and Legal Affairs Commission's Law Enforcement Supervision Section needs a copy of all the audio and video data from the command center this morning for filing."

"clear."

"Buzz, buzz—"

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

Holy crap? Seriously? Someone's phone really rang? Is there really a protection network?

Everyone's eyes turned to the sound.

The source of the vibration was Su Datong, the head of the Minghai District Traffic Police Detachment. A third-level police supervisor in his forties, he was in the prime of his life, with a promising future ahead of him.

Su Datong felt as if he had been electrocuted; his whole body trembled, his face turned green, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He frantically reached for his phone in his pocket, his mind completely blank.

Holy crap! Who made that call?! Who was it?!

I, Su Datong, swear to God, I don't know that show-off in the Maybach in the surveillance footage at all! I have absolutely no connection with him! I don't even know his name!

I have a clean record of two or three decades of police service! I still want to advance! I'm still young! Don't mess with me!

His mind was racing with thoughts, but his face was so stiff that he couldn't make any expression.

Hong Zhan and Zhou Xiang glanced at him briefly before looking away without saying anything.

But just that one glance sent a chill down his spine.

Some of the other high-ranking officers also looked away, while others kept staring at him, their faces expressionless, but their eyes clearly conveyed admiration.

Captain Su, you are truly brave.

On this occasion, with Director Hong personally overseeing the operation and Secretary Zhou personally observing, this criminal suspect was apprehended.

The suspect had just said "You handle this" when three departments received orders to check the call records.

At times like this, if you don't turn your phone off silent and dare to let it ring, do you feel like you've progressed too fast and want to take a step back?

Su Datong's palms were sweaty as he shakily pulled out his phone.

The caller ID showed a name: Director Zhang from Chenghua District, a deputy director of another district branch, an old colleague in the public security system, with whom I usually had a fairly good relationship.

Su Datong wasn't stupid; he guessed almost instantly that Director Zhang was most likely the protector of that Maybach owner.

I called him to ask for leniency.

As for why the call was made to him instead of someone else, it's probably because the Maybach was stopped right in the Minghai District, and Su Datong is the head of the Minghai District Traffic Police Detachment.

His face turned extremely pale.

Old Zhang, do you know that your phone call almost wiped out my political career in a second?!

Damn it, I'm innocent! I don't know anything! How did I get into this mess?

Su Datong knew he was innocent.

But won't the boss overthink it? Won't they think there's something wrong with him? Won't they send someone to check his call records?

"Buzzing—"

The phone was still ringing.

Su Datong took a deep breath, pressed the answer button, and then lowered his voice, saying quickly, "Director Zhang, I'm in a meeting at the command center."

After saying that, he hung up immediately, then quickly switched his phone to silent mode and stuffed it back into the deepest part of his pocket, as fast as if he were stuffing a hot potato into his hand.

After completing the entire set of movements, he raised his head, straightened his back, put his hands behind his back, and calmly looked at the big screen, trying his best to make his expression look as if nothing had just happened.

On the big screen, traffic police from Minghai District had surrounded the Maybach like an iron barrel.

The handsome Maybach owner was still sitting in the car, Bluetooth earphones hanging on his ears, expressionless, seemingly waiting for his assistant to call him back.