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Hong Zhan and the deputy head of the provincial criminal investigation team instantly looked grim.

The other high-ranking officials from the municipal bureau standing next to them also had solemn expressions.

They'd been police officers for decades, and this was the first time they'd ever seen someone act so recklessly.

This is no longer security guard work; this is organized violent resistance to law enforcement.

What organization?

Organized crime syndicate.

Indeed, wearing black suits, following unified orders, being equipped with police equipment, and openly resisting law enforcement agencies—these elements combined are enough to classify it as a criminal organization.

Hong Zhan never expected that right under his nose, in the most prosperous area of ​​Ba City, there was actually a group of gangsters entrenched.

Moreover, this group of people acted with complete self-righteousness, blocking the police as if they were blocking a food delivery driver.

What the hell is this magical realism?

Today's operation was being watched by Director Xue of the Provincial Department's Command Center, as well as by members of the Ba City Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government.

And what about this gang of thugs? First, they infiltrated police officers to investigate the families of city leaders, then they uncovered multiple illegal incidents and several deaths. Now they've simply stopped pretending and are openly and violently confronting the police.

Is he not eager to die soon enough, or does he think the prison food in Bashi is too good and he wants to try it?

Hong Zhan's expression grew increasingly cold.

What are they doing? Don't they take the Bashi police seriously? And don't they take Hong Zhan seriously either?

Did Mo Linyuan, the president of the Mo Group, think that the police couldn't do anything to him, or did he just want to see for himself whether the police dared to touch him?

Okay, then I'll show you clearly today.

He picked up the walkie-talkie, his voice laced with suppressed anger: "Riot squads four, five, and six, all personnel mobilize. I want to see your vehicles within ten minutes."

The walkie-talkie was silent for a few seconds, and the other end was probably processing the order.

Is everyone mobilized? Are they going to demolish the building or is there a riot?

"...Click, received!"

Hong Zhan put down the walkie-talkie and glanced around.

In a corner, an employee of the Mo Group quietly raised his phone, the camera pointed at the line of confrontation in the middle.

His colleague next to him tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Stop taking pictures, or we'll get targeted."

"What are you afraid of? This is big news." The employee lowered his voice and typed rapidly on the screen. "I've already thought of the headline: 'Bao City Police Raid Mo's Group, Scene Turns into a Police-Criminal Movie.'"

"Are you crazy? If President Mo finds out you posted this, you'll be out of a job tomorrow."

"Whatever, I think this company is going to go under anyway."

Hong Zhan scanned the hall. Across from him stood a row of more than thirty security guards, each holding a baton. They were numerous and looked ready to pounce.

There were only about twenty criminal police officers and regular police officers on their side, all of whom were on high alert, with their hands on the police equipment at their waists.

In the event of a conflict, even if the police have a weapon advantage, the numerical disparity makes injuries inevitable.

Hong Zhan took a deep breath, suppressing the anger rising in his heart.

He wanted to see just how lawless the Mo Group could be.

What gives them the confidence to challenge the entire public security system head-on?

"Bring in two teams from the outer perimeter SWAT team to maintain order."

"...Commandos received."

Outside the Mo's Building, the SWAT team leader pressed the button on his walkie-talkie:

"Attention all groups, everyone disembark. Groups one and two, immediately enter the main entrance of the building, spread out in a fan shape, maintain a low profile and be on guard. Do not fire without orders. The remaining groups, keep watch on the perimeter."

"Repeat, do not fire without orders."

Immediately afterwards, special police officers leaped out of two riot control vehicles and dispersed in small groups to surround the building.

The captain personally led eight special police officers, armed with submachine guns, and rushed into the main gate.

Upon entering the lobby and seeing the scene before him, the captain froze for half a second.

Holy crap, so many?

The scene before him was more outrageous than he had imagined.

More than thirty bodyguards in black suits formed a human wall, their gleaming batons in hand, confronting more than twenty police officers.

He had been a police officer for ten years and had seen violent resistance to law enforcement, but this was the first time he had ever seen anything like it.

He gave a hand signal, and the eight special police officers behind him immediately spread out, forming a fan shape in pairs, with their guns lowered and pointed at the ground beneath the group of security guards in black suits.

This is both a warning and a deterrent.

The SWAT captain swallowed hard, his eyes almost sparkling.

Good heavens, the bureau chief told him to bring his men in, and he guessed that there was probably violent resistance to the law, but he never dreamed that it would be this violent.

This is no longer just violent resistance to law enforcement; it's an armed standoff, a living case study, and a large-scale law enforcement scene that happens only once in a decade.

He slowly approached Hong Zhan and suggested in a low voice, "Chief, I suggest sending more of the remaining forces from the perimeter to enter simultaneously. The situation is currently under control, but the more people there are, the more stable it will be."

Hong Zhan nodded slightly: "Bring in all the rest of the perimeter. The riot police will arrive in a few minutes. Keep the situation under control."

"Yes."

The SWAT captain's lips curled up, a hint of excitement on his face.

He pressed the intercom: "Attention all teams, all remaining perimeter security forces, enter the main entrance of the building and form a double-layered containment line with the advance team!"

"Repeat, all in."

Not long after, a dozen or so special police officers quickly entered the hall with guns.

They crouched or stood, guns lowered, all pointing at the feet of the black-clad bodyguards, forming a second control line.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became even more tense.

On one side was a wall of more than thirty people in black suits, and on the other side were forty or fifty fully armed police officers and special police, with less than five meters between them.

The security captain stood behind the human wall, the sneer on his lips gone, replaced by a frozen expression.

No, this script is wrong.

He also planned to take this opportunity to give the group of cops a good thrashing and show them who was in charge on Mo's turf.

His original idea was that if his group of over thirty people stood there, the police wouldn't dare to force their way in, and would only be able to stand off outside before slinking away in the end.

Without saying a word, the other side immediately deployed SWAT officers, drawing their submachine guns and pointing them all at their feet.

How can we play like this?

He glanced back at the thirty or so men behind him, whose batons looked no different from fire pokers.

It probably won't be very effective against submachine guns.

Time passed by, second by second.

In the office, Mo Linyuan stared at the monitor with a grim expression.

They must be here to arrest him.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, or what Lu Jingxiu's background was.

How could an ordinary college student possibly mobilize so many police officers to brazenly surround the Mo's Building like an iron barrel?

This can't be explained by ordinary relationships; this is a fucking dimensional attack.

His assistant, Li Lan, stood beside him, watching the monitor screen. Cold sweat streamed down her forehead, and she didn't dare to breathe.

"Have security tell the police," Mo Linyuan said coldly, his voice carrying a hint of violence.

"None of their men will get into this building. Guard the entrance. I want to see if they dare to try to break in in front of dozens of my men."

Assistant Li Lan, sweating profusely, replied, "Yes."

Mo Linyuan picked up the phone and called his connections in the province.

His rules are the rules, and his will is the law.

Who is Mo Linyuan?

The world's richest man, with connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, has people at every level, from gangsters to government advisors.

He didn't believe the police would dare to force their way into his building in front of dozens of security guards.

Police officers are most afraid of exposure, public opinion, and making things escalate.

As long as he can hold the line until the provincial authorities call, these police officers will have no choice but to leave obediently.

He will not back down, will not negotiate, and will certainly not cooperate.

What a joke, he is Mo Linyuan.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the flashing police lights below, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Let's see who gives up first.