Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

A cold wind howled, and the remaining snow swirled in the alley.

Next Wednesday evening will come earlier than usual.

At the entrance of Hongxing Courtyard.

Liu Haizhong was wearing a tight-fitting green military uniform, and the red armband on his left arm was glaringly bright.

He was clutching a large tin megaphone in his hand, followed by a dozen or so thugs with red armbands, wielding wooden sticks and swaggering around.

"Today, our disciplinary team is going to fight a tough battle!"

Spittle flew from his bangs, and his triangular eyes were filled with madness and the fervor of someone about to seize power.

"The target is Zhang Huaimin in the east wing!"

"He's only five years old, yet he eats special provisions every day—this is absolutely blatant bourgeois behavior!"

"Block the front door shut! Don't let a single fly out!"

This is too much of a commotion.

Not only were the neighbors in the compound alarmed.

Even the hundreds of steel mill workers who happened to be passing by Nanluoguxiang during rush hour stopped and gathered around.

"Has he gone mad with his bangs? Did he provoke that little brat again?"

"Who knows? Just because they wear a red armband doesn't mean they think they're something special. Aren't they afraid of having to do a handstand and clean the latrine again?"

The crowd whispered among themselves, all staring at Liu Haizhong with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man.

Liu Haizhong couldn't hear any of this.

His mind was now filled with Lucy's promise of the "director" position and the thousand-dollar deposit.

His mission today is to make a big scene in the front yard!

Draw all of Chen Bing's and the special guards' attention!

This would create an opportunity for Lucy, the agent lying in ambush in the back alley, to kidnap Zhang Huaimin!

"Zhang Huaimin! You come out here!"

Liu Haizhong raised a megaphone and roared at the tightly closed door of the east wing.

"You class enemy who exploits the people's blood and sweat!"

"Squeak—"

The heavy solid wood door of the east wing was slowly pushed open.

Zhang Huaimin, wearing that little blue cotton-padded jacket, with his hands behind his back, slowly stepped across the threshold.

Chen Bing followed behind him like an iron tower, his right hand already on the holster, his eyes revealing murderous intent.

Zhang Huaimin ignored the clamoring thugs.

He stood on the steps, looking down at the thick bangs, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Second Uncle, haven't you been carrying out enough manure these past few days? You're here again, trying to stink up the place?"

"Stop being so sharp-tongued!"

Liu Haizhong, feeling offended, angrily raised the megaphone.

"Today I'm here on behalf of the vast working class to search your property..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Zhang Huaimin's small hand, hidden in his sleeve, flicked his finger discreetly.

"System, integrate the 'Invisible Mantra Shield'!"

[Ding! An invisible mantra shield has been generated. Target locked: Liu Haizhong!]

A faint ray of light, imperceptible to the naked eye, rippled through the air.

moment.

An energy shield, as large as a transparent bowl, was firmly fixed on the top of Liu Haizhong's head!

This thing is much more advanced than the "forced mute" I used on Xu Damao last time.

As long as the target is within the truth shield, they will not be able to lie.

They might even be like they're under a spell, uncontrollably shouting out their deepest, most hidden secrets at an extremely loud volume!

Liu Haizhong is preparing to launch a massive smear campaign against Zhang Huaimin.

Sudden.

He felt a "buzz" in his head, as if something had forcibly taken over his vocal cords.

He was horrified to discover that his mouth was no longer under his control!

"I……"

Liu Haizhong opened his mouth wide and spoke into the large tin megaphone in his hand.

In front of hundreds of workers, neighbors, and plainclothes police officers who were secretly monitoring the scene.

He roared at the top of his lungs, a roar that shattered the heavens:

"I am Liu Haizhong, a traitor!"

boom!

This roar, amplified by the loudspeaker, was like a muffled thunderclap, exploding directly in everyone's minds!

The entire room fell silent.

The workers watching stared wide-eyed, their breath catching in their throats.

The thugs following behind Liu Haizhong were so frightened that the wooden sticks in their hands fell to the ground with a "thud".

"I want to become the factory manager of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill!"

Liu Haizhong's eyes rolled back, tears and snot gushing from his nose in extreme fear, yet his mouth continued to roar madly:

"I took that Japanese female spy's 1,000 yen deposit!"

"Today! Now!"

"I've already given her the defense map of the back alley! I'm going to help her distract the guards!"

"I'm going to take her to steal the nation's top-secret military formula! I'm going to kidnap Zhang Huaimin!"

"I'm not human! I'm a traitorous beast!"

Silence as death.

Only the mournful, frantic "self-destruction" sound from Liu Haizhong echoed in the cold wind.

Everyone was stunned!

If Xu Damao's self-disclosure of being a "eunuch" over the loudspeaker was merely a laughable issue of his lifestyle, then...

So, what was the content of Liu Haizhong's outburst in the street today?

It's an absolutely shocking and appalling case!

Traitorous! Colluding with Japanese spies! Attempting to steal military secrets and kidnap a national treasure-level scientist!

Any one of these points alone is enough to get him shot ten times over!

"My God..."

Yan Bugui, hiding behind the crowd, was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

He was trembling violently as if he had the malaria, and was thankful that he hadn't gone mad along with Liu Haizhong.

That hairstyle is absolutely insane!

How dare they commit such a capital crime that would result in the extermination of nine generations of their family!

"Down with the traitor! Kill this national sellout!"

After a brief period of deathly silence.

Someone in the crowd suddenly roared.

Followed by.

Hundreds of angry steel mill workers were like a powder keg with its fuse lit.

It's completely erupted!

In that era, the workers' patriotism was extremely pure.

They can tolerate you putting on airs sometimes, but they absolutely cannot tolerate someone betraying the country, let alone colluding with the Japanese!

"Kill him!"

Countless rotten vegetable leaves, stones, and even broken shoe soles.

Like raindrops, they rained down on Liu Haizhong and the group of people with red armbands.

The dozen or so thugs were terrified and tried to escape, but the angry mob pinned them to the ground and beat them mercilessly.

Liu Haizhong was hit on the forehead by a brick, and blood was flowing freely.

He wanted to escape.

However, the invisible veil of truth still enveloped him.

He could only continue to cry and repeat his crimes on the ground while being beaten.

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have become a traitor! I shouldn't have sold out my country for the sake of becoming an official!"

This is a highly dramatic and extremely tragic social death scene.

Zhang Huaimin, who was standing on the steps, watched with great interest.

This is called being trapped by one's own actions.

In the most humiliating and undignified way, let's nail this clown to the pillar of historical shame.

"Brother Chen, let's clear the area."

Zhang Huaimin glanced at the plainclothes police officers rapidly approaching in the distance and said calmly.

"yes!"

Chen Bing had long been unable to contain his anger.

He suddenly drew his pistol and fired a shot into the air!

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of a gunshot instantly quelled the riot in the crowd.

The angry workers stopped and stepped aside.

At this moment, in his bangs.

He's been beaten so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

His face was bruised and swollen, and he was covered in blood. His tight green military uniform had long since turned into tattered rags.

He lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, barely breathing.

Just then.

The crowd was roughly pushed aside.

Zhou Jianguo, the director of Hongxing Police Station, strode in with more than a dozen heavily armed police officers, their faces filled with murderous intent.

Zhou Jianguo heard Liu Haizhong's self-destruction just now.

His weathered eyes were now burning with fury.

"Bangs in the middle!"

Zhou Jianguo walked up to the muddy puddle.

He pulled a heavy pair of stainless steel handcuffs from his waist.

Not a single word wasted.

Two "click" sounds.

The cold handcuffs gripped tightly and fiercely on Liu Haizhong's wrist, which was trembling violently with fear.

"You are suspected of treason, colluding with enemy agents, and attempting to undermine national security!"

Zhou Jianguo's voice was icy cold, like a judge from hell.

"Cuff him! Take him away! Conduct a surprise interrogation overnight!"