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

Outside the scene, the captain of the special police assault team, who had been eagerly anticipating the operation, became instantly excited upon hearing the order.

I never expected this. I thought today's task was just to be part of the atmosphere-building team.

The citywide manhunt was launched, with special police officers arriving to cheer them on, standing in a row to create a grand spectacle. Then the traffic police arrested the people and called it a day.

Surprisingly, the traffic police didn't smash the car window? And this car is bulletproof?

He responded quickly, his voice barely concealing his excitement: "Assault team received!"

Seeing that the traffic police officers had reluctantly given up their positions and set up a tighter cordon around the perimeter, the police realized that the traffic police had already made way for the officers.

The SWAT captain waved his hand and calmly issued orders: "Assault team one, advance from the front! Team two, provide flank cover! Riot control vehicles, push up!"

"Be careful, the suspect may be carrying a dangerous weapon."

Finally, a smirk appeared on his face: "Demolition team, prepare for the explosion!"

"Let's go!"

Upon receiving the order, the well-trained special police officers sprang into action instantly.

Two heavy black riot control vehicles roared forward, one in front and one behind, using their sturdy crash bars to firmly hold the Maybach's front and rear bumpers in place, locking it firmly in place and unable to move.

Other SWAT team members quickly formed a tactical encirclement under the cover of riot control vehicles, doors, and hoods, with the dark muzzles of guns pointed at the car windows from all angles.

The atmosphere instantly escalated from traffic police enforcement to counter-terrorism and emergency response.

The SWAT captain could see the handsome CEO inside through the bulletproof glass.

Even with so many guns pointed at him, the other person remained expressionless, only frowning as he looked at his phone, seemingly waiting for something.

The SWAT captain sneered.

Pretty composed, bro. You dare to put on that "what can you do to me?" look in front of those SWAT officers who are experts at breaching and demolishing?

Do you really think you can be safe just by hiding in a bulletproof turtle shell?

Do you know what "attacking a strong position" and "breaking down a structure" mean?

Forget about bulletproof glass, even if you opened a bank vault on the street today, your SWAT team would still break it down for you!

"Breachers! Execute the demolition! Everyone else, provide cover!" The SWAT team leader gave the order without hesitation.

A special police officer retrieved a shaped-charge glass-breaking device from a riot control vehicle.

This thing looks unremarkable, like a small square box.

The principle is very simple: a metal shaped charge is added to the front of the explosive, and when it explodes, it will form a high-temperature metal jet with a speed of up to 4500 meters per second, which will break through the surface.

Let alone bulletproof glass, even a thin armor plate can be punched in an instant.

Of course, they also have more powerful explosive methods, but it's not necessary to use them on an armored vehicle.

The special police officers quickly stepped forward, avoiding the driver's seat, and firmly attached the bottom of the small black device with double-sided tape to the passenger side window.

Then pull out the built-in detonation wire, quickly retreat to a safe distance, and connect it to the handheld detonator.

Having done all that, he calmly replied into his headset: "Detonation preparation complete, three, two, one."

He pressed down hard with his thumb.

"Bang--!"

A muffled thud, but no flames or smoke.

Then, a coin-sized hole instantly appeared in the bulletproof glass of the passenger side, with the edges of the hole molten and fine cracks spreading outwards like a spider web.

The composite structure of the entire car window has been completely destroyed by internal stress, losing its bulletproof function.

However, the adhesive layer in the middle still held the broken glass pieces together firmly, preventing them from scattering.

"superior!"

Another SWAT officer immediately stepped forward, carrying a short-handled window breaker. He swung the hammer and struck the center of the spiderweb-like crack with force.

"Splash—"

The entire pane of glass shattered instantly, turning into countless tiny, granular fragments that clattered and fell onto the car interior and the floor.

The car window was wide open.

Two SWAT officers immediately stepped forward and shoved their guns into the car window.

The dark barrels of guns were aimed at the bewildered handsome face in the driver's seat and at the trembling girl behind it.

"Hands behind your head! Get out of the car! Now!" The shout came through the breach into the car.

Shang Yanchen's expression finally changed, his face filled with disbelief, as if to say, "You guys are actually serious."

Wen Li was the first to react.

Her face was as pale as paper. It was the first time in her life that so many special police officers in black combat uniforms and helmets were pointing real guns at her.

Almost instinctively, she raised her hands, trembling as she opened the back door, obediently got out of the car, and neatly put her hands behind her head.

Two special police officers immediately stepped forward, cleanly and efficiently handcuffed her, and then escorted her to the riot control vehicle on either side.

Seeing Wen Li being taken away, Shang Yanchen finally put down his silent phone.

He never received the phone call that was supposed to come.

Unbeknownst to Shang Yanchen, just minutes earlier, at another overpass ramp, three men in black were brutally pinned to the ground by a group of traffic police and special agents.

The assistant's phone was quickly put into an evidence bag by a police officer and placed in the police car.

Shang Yanchen took one last look at his phone, then slowly raised his hands above his head and clasped them behind his head.

The car door clicked open, and he stepped out of the driver's seat. His movements were slow and restrained, with a last-ditch stubbornness that insisted on maintaining his dignity even if he was arrested.

The moment his feet touched the ground, two special police officers pounced on him like wolves, pinning him to the ground, pressing their knees against his back, and handcuffing him with cold handcuffs with a "click".

Hey bro, you dare to be so arrogant without a gun or a knife?

Shang Yanshen's face was pressed against the rough asphalt road, his expensive suit covered in dust. He struggled, but the SWAT officer's hand remained motionless like an iron clamp.

The traffic police captain watched as the special police officers escorted the two men into the armored vehicle, his feelings a complex mix.

He was resentful. It was clearly his interception point, and he was the first to stop the suspect, but the SWAT team stole all the credit and credit for the arrest.

There's a secret thrill to it too. You got to show off, drive a bulletproof Maybach, and refuse to get out of the car. Now you're happy, aren't you?

The SWAT team leader was the last to get into the car. Before closing the door, he glanced at the traffic police captain and gave him a thumbs up.

It means: Thanks, bro, you played well as support, I'll take the kill.

The traffic police captain rolled his eyes. "You little brat, I'll remember you."

Okay, you wait.

Next time you drive across a zebra crossing, try not to yield to pedestrians; next time you drive to a shopping mall, try illegally parking on the side of the road; next time you ride an electric scooter, try not wearing a helmet...

The riot control vehicle started up, its red and blue lights flashing as it drove away from the elevated highway exit. The captain dusted himself off and turned to call his men to retreat.

……

In the afternoon, at the best tertiary hospital in Bashi, in the special ward area.

The wards on this floor are not open to the public. To get in, you either need to be rich, have connections, or have both.

There were only two beds in the ward.

Xu Na's wounds had been cleaned up, the gauze on her forehead had been changed several times, and ointment had been applied to the abrasions on her face. She was sleeping peacefully on the bed next to her.

Her breathing was steady, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly from time to time.

Lu Jingxiu leaned against another hospital bed. The bloodstains on his face had long been washed away. There was a piece of medical tape on his cheekbone and a light yellow ointment on the corner of his eye.

He was holding up his phone, operating it; it was the latest model Tang Cheng had bought for him.

Those noisy second-generation officials have left, leaving behind a pile of health supplements, making the corner of the ward look like a small supermarket.

Lu Jingxiu had almost fully digested the news they brought.

The children of officials had already found out the identity of the perpetrator and informed Lu Jingxiu.

Shang Yanchen, President of the Shang Group.

He is a powerful figure in the Bashi business community, a major taxpayer, and his company headquarters are located in Chenghua District. He has intricate relationships with officials at all levels in Chenghua District and wields considerable influence.

If this information were presented to any ordinary person, their first reaction would probably be to shrink back.

The term "major taxpayer" carries significant weight locally, signifying a host of achievements linked to GDP and employment, and giving many departments an extra consideration when dealing with related issues.

But Lu Jingxiu simply said, "I understand."

Tang Cheng chimed in loyally, "Brother Lu, talk to your dad about it. If you're going to take action, let us know first. Don't go alone."

"OK."

Lu Jingxiu was indeed not afraid of the Shang Group.

Such a large corporation cannot be moved by just anyone.

But that applies to the group itself.

The CEO broke the law; he should go to jail.

The number of people within the Shang Group eyeing the CEO position could probably stretch from the top floor to the lobby. If Shang Yanchen were to enter, those people would only applaud and then immediately begin a new round of power games.

As he was thinking, there was a gentle knock on the ward door.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and a composed middle-aged man walked in.

He was wearing a plain dark sports jacket over a solid-colored shirt, with no tie at the collar, and his attire looked no different from that of a middle-aged man taking a stroll on the street.

But his neatly combed slicked-back hair and unhurried gait still gave this ordinary outfit a different kind of charm.

When Lu Jingxiu saw the person who had arrived, his expression instantly became somewhat complicated.

He put down his phone, sat up straight on the edge of the bed, and called out, "Dad."

That's right, the person who came was Lu Feng.

Lu Feng nodded slightly and casually closed the ward door.

He didn't speak immediately, but instead glanced around the ward.

Yes, the room is quite spacious, with two large windows that provide excellent natural light, and the windowsill is piled high with fruit, snacks, and supplements.

Then he walked to Xu Na's bedside, looked down at her for a moment, and confirmed that the girl was breathing steadily and sleeping soundly before turning around and sitting down next to Lu Jingxiu's bed.

"What did the doctor say?"

Lu Jingxiu said shyly, "The doctor said it's nothing serious, just some superficial injuries, it'll be fine in a couple of days."

"Well, it's good that everyone's alright," Lu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, a fleeting look of heartache in his eyes, and then said, "The perpetrator has been caught, and the city police are interrogating him. The chief is personally overseeing it, so you don't need to worry."

At this point, he was somewhat speechless.

Two domineering CEOs were caught in one night.

One was a man who drugged and attempted to rape a woman but failed.

Another one was even more outrageous: causing a series of car accidents, assaulting people, kidnapping, and driving a bulletproof Maybach all over the streets.

Lu Feng was genuinely speechless. What's wrong with young entrepreneurs these days?

Do they not take the law seriously?

A moment of silence fell over the ward.

"I heard from your Uncle Zhang that you sold that sports car?" Lu Feng changed the subject, speaking casually as if they were just having a casual chat.

"Well," Lu Jingxiu smiled sheepishly, "it's too flamboyant, I'm afraid it will cause you trouble."

Lu Feng raised an eyebrow and glanced at Lu Jingxiu.

A warm feeling washed over me; my son has matured.

He didn't say much. He had come mainly to check on his children's injuries. Since there were no problems, he still had official business to attend to.

Lu Feng patted his son on the shoulder and stood up. "Take good care of yourself. If anything happens, call me."

He turned around, walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, glanced back at Xu Na on the hospital bed, and said to Lu Jingxiu, "Take good care of your sister."

"it is good."

The ward door closed gently, shutting out the sounds from the corridor.

Lu Feng walked along the quiet corridor toward the elevator.

Secretary Zhang, who had been waiting at the door, immediately followed. The two walked one after the other, their footsteps making a soft sound on the smooth floor tiles.

On the way back to the municipal party committee, Lu Feng leaned back in the back seat and suddenly said, "To the municipal public security bureau."

"Understood." The driver nodded.