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

On the other side, in the office of the deputy director of the Chenghua District Public Security Bureau, Director Zhang looked at his phone, which had already gone black, and his face gradually darkened.

He just received a call from Assistant Jiang, who sounded quite anxious. She said that President Shang had been stopped by traffic police at a roadblock in the development zone and asked him to help make an exception.

Assistant Jiang spoke vaguely, only saying it was "a little trouble," so Director Zhang didn't think much of it.

He knew Shang Yanchen; he was handsome, rich, and resourceful, a big shot in the Ba City business world.

Normally, he can resolve these minor troubles with a simple phone call or a word, and then everyone is happy with a laugh at the dinner party.

So, once he found out it was a matter for the municipal traffic police detachment, he didn't hesitate at all and immediately dialed the phone number of Su Datong, the head of the Minghai District Traffic Police Detachment.

He thought it was just a regular traffic violation, or at most a drunk driving check that had gotten to the head of a business banquet. He figured Su Datong would give him face for such a minor matter.

Before he could even speak, Su Datong delivered a curt remark and hung up.

As a deputy director of a branch office who has been through many ups and downs, what kind of situation hasn't he seen, and what kind of unspoken meaning can't he understand?

Su Datong's words contained a great deal of information.

He said he was in a meeting at the command center, which meant that a major case was being handled and that it was under unified command and dispatch at the municipal level.

This also means that the main leaders of the Municipal Bureau, or even the top official of the Municipal Bureau, Hong Zhan, were sitting right next to them.

With the leader present, Su Datong could not discuss anything with him, much less make any exceptions.

Most importantly, Su Datong hung up immediately after saying that.

There was no "I'll call you later," no "What's up?", not even a polite "It's not convenient right now."

This is no longer just "inconvenient," it's the subtext of "Hang up quickly, don't drag me down with you."

As a veteran police officer, Director Zhang was skilled at reasoning, and he had already quickly deduced the entire process in his mind.

The branch captain held a meeting at the municipal bureau's command center, explaining that Shang Zong's case had already reached the municipal bureau level and was beyond his jurisdiction.

He immediately sent a message to Assistant Jiang: "I can't handle your matter, don't contact me again."

Next, delete all call logs and text message records.

After doing all this, he slammed his phone down on the table with the screen facing down, then leaned back and slumped into the large leather office chair.

He was terrified, he was afraid, and he was wondering how to explain it.

What he feared was not that Shang Yanchen would be arrested.

Whether Shang Yanchen lives or dies is none of his business. What he fears is being investigated.

I'm afraid that if I follow the trail of Shang Yanchen, I'll end up getting involved with him.

Because he did receive the money.

Not just once, but many times.

The CEO, Shang Yanchen, is incredibly generous, often giving away hundreds of thousands of dollars at a time. Who could resist that?

Although he accepted the money, he didn't dare spend a single penny of it.

He had helped Shang Yanchen handle a few minor matters, all of which were borderline issues. He would simply give a heads-up within his authority, and they would turn a blind eye and let it go.

He thought he could get away with it without anyone noticing, and he thought that a company of Shang Yanchen's stature wouldn't collapse easily.

But now, he has been stopped by the Municipal Bureau, which seems to be no small matter.

His mind was in complete turmoil. One moment he wondered if he had left any evidence when he took the money, the next he wondered if Shang Yanchen would implicate him, and then he wondered if the Municipal Bureau's Supervision Detachment or the Discipline Inspection Commission had already taken notice of him.

But at the same time, he still had a sliver of hope.

Thinking of this, he clasped his hands together and pleaded, "Please, don't investigate me... please don't find out about me!"

……

The traffic police captain stared at the handsome but cold face inside the car window, which was filled with "you little minnows" attitude, and silently counted to sixty.

This was the most cautious and respectful minute of his career.

He gave the other party a full minute to wait for their so-called "handling" to take effect.

Very well, one minute has passed.

The sky was still blue, the clouds were still white, and there were no instructions from his superiors to "release" or "hand over" the person over the walkie-talkie. His own cell phone was also quiet.

What does this tell us?

This shows that the people this show-off is trying to intimidate are ineffective, at least not at this moment.

This also suggests that if this person is arrested, he is unlikely to be reassigned to guard a reservoir in the suburbs.

The last bit of worry in the traffic police captain's mind vanished, replaced by a sense of excitement at the prospect of being recognized and rewarded.

He's already decided that he'll have his high school son write him an acceptance speech tonight.

His face hardened, and his voice suddenly rose: "Final warning! Get out of the car immediately and cooperate with the inspection!"

Through the car window, Shang Yanchen merely glanced at him coldly before slowly rolling up the window.

The traffic police captain's eyes lit up when he saw this action.

A surge of heat rushed to my head, then split into two streams halfway through.

I kept pushing the corners of my mouth upwards, and my heart was pounding all the way up.

He had been holding back for a long time, ever since that Maybach obediently pulled over to the side of the road, and now he had finally waited for this moment.

The criminal violently resisted law enforcement! The evidence is conclusive! The entire incident was recorded by a body camera! This is exactly what he's been waiting for!!

The traffic police captain could no longer contain his excitement and roared, "The suspect resisted law enforcement! Take him away according to the law!"

"superior!!!"

Before the words were even finished, the traffic police officers, who had been holding back their anger, roared and pounced on the target like hungry tigers.

Those wielding window breakers rushed to the front, followed by those swinging nails and hammers, those brandishing batons, and others casually picking up a sharp stone from the roadside green belt.

A group of people surrounded the windows of the front and back rows and started smashing them with all their might.

"Bang! Bang! Crash! Crash—"

"get off!"

"Get off the bus immediately!"

"Damn! Damn! Damn! I don't believe we can't smash it open!"

"Open it for me!"

The sound of breaking glass was muffled and loud, as loud as a construction site, mixed with the shouts of traffic police, making the scene quite lively.

Inside the car, Wen Li was so frightened that she covered her head with her hands and huddled in the back seat, completely dazed.

She had absolutely no idea how things had gotten to this point.

Wasn't the boss just there to rescue her? Why are the police arresting them like terrorists? And smashing their car?

Shang Yanchen's face was equally grim, but he was still trying to appear calm.

While continuing to dial the number for Assistant Jiang that he couldn't get through to, he reassured Wen Li in what he thought was a calm tone: "Don't be afraid, this car window is made of special bulletproof glass, they can't break it."

Wen Li nodded hesitantly, but still held her head in her hands.

He was right.

The traffic police outside swung their arms and smashed the glass for several minutes, but it remained intact.

The traffic police officers were panting heavily, leaning on their knees, staring at the motionless car window with expressions of utter disbelief.

"Ha," the traffic police captain stopped, wiped the sweat from his brow, and shook his head somewhat reluctantly. "Stop! Don't smash it! This glass is bulletproof!"

Damn it, no wonder he's a ruthless bandit who dared to ram a car into another one in the street and then kidnap someone; the car he drives to work is a bulletproof Maybach? That's outrageous!

Is he the president? This level of professionalism and equipment is something most people can't match.

He waved his hand, signaling the exhausted traffic police officers to retreat to the sides of the road to stand guard.

His expression changed from "I've never had my fiancée stolen" to "Fine, you've got guts."

You think your regular traffic police equipment can't handle your stubbornness? You want your SWAT team to come and ask you to get out of the car?

He rubbed his aching lower back, took a moment to catch his breath, and then picked up the walkie-talkie, reporting to his superior with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Command center, this is the interception scene. The suspect's vehicle is bulletproof and reinforced. The traffic police's breaching tools cannot open the windows. Requesting backup."

Municipal Bureau Command Center.

When Hong Zhan heard the report from the frontline traffic police, he simply nodded slightly, showing no surprise on his face.

He had expected this long ago.

If a regular Maybach were to crash into an SUV at that speed and angle, the front of the car would definitely not just have a small dent.

The windows of an ordinary luxury car would have shattered long ago after being smashed like that by the traffic police.

Only vehicles that have undergone special reinforcement, with the addition of bulletproof glass and body armor, can explain all of this.

"Send the SWAT team that's on standby to the scene," Hong Zhan ordered calmly into the communication channel.