Official statement: Tongwei is dead! You chose Ruijin, didn't you?

The office building of the Provincial Party Committee of Handong.

The air conditioner vents were blowing cold air, which made the red-headed documents on the table flutter.

Hou Liangping sat on the leather sofa with his legs crossed.

"Teacher Gao, Qi Tongwei is dead."

Hou Liangping stared directly at the person behind the desk.

"Lone Eagle Ridge, he swallowed a bullet and committed suicide. In his final moments, he shouted 'To hell with God!' and pulled the trigger."

Gao Yuliang sat upright behind his desk.

The soul in this body has just completed its transition.

The idea of ​​time travel suddenly and unexpectedly hit an ordinary person.

There was no system, no newbie gift pack, only a flood of memories.

Gao Yuliang, Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee and Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission of Handong Province.

The timing was precise: after Qi Tongwei shot himself at Lone Eagle Ridge.

Dead end.

An absolute dead end.

With Zhao Lichun's case now settled and Gao Xiaoqin apprehended, the Shanshui Group's true colors have been revealed.

The HK$200 million trust fund in Hong Kong, Wu Huifen's divorce but not separation, and all the shady transfers of benefits have been laid bare.

According to procedure, the comrades from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection are already on their way.

Ten minutes, fifteen minutes at most, and then there will be a knock on that door.

The person in charge will show identification and ask him to come in for questioning in a formal tone.

Where is the way to break this deadlock?

Go to Qincheng Prison to grow vegetables?

That's absolutely absurd.

...

"Professor Gao, are you listening to me?" Hou Liangping raised his voice and leaned forward.

"Your senior has only himself to blame for what he's done. As his teacher and a former leader in the Handong political and legal system, don't you have anything to say about it?"

Gao Yuliang looked at his prized student.

Hou Liangping won.

Under the banner of justice and wielding the imperial sword, they swept through everything in their path with unstoppable force.

"Liangping, you're quite pleased with yourself," Gao Yuliang said.

"I feel no pride, only heartache," Hou Liangping sighed, his brows furrowed.

"Teacher, you teach us law, you teach us fairness and justice, but you yourself are sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire of power."

Gao Yuliang raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

This kind of condescending moral judgment sounds really harsh.

"Fairness and justice?" Gao Yuliang retorted.

"Liangping, on what basis is your so-called fairness and justice based? Is it based on your father-in-law's background, or on Zhong Xiaoai's rank?"

Hou Liangping's expression changed slightly, and he sat up straight:

"Teacher, let's stick to the facts and not involve Xiao Ai. The Anti-Corruption Bureau handles cases based on evidence."

Qi Tongwei is suspected of intentional homicide and embezzlement, and the evidence is conclusive. It is also a fact that you have protected him, even providing him with political asylum. Everyone is equal before the law.

"What a wonderful concept of equality for all." Gao Yuliang smiled.

"If you come to Handong to investigate a case, Sha Ruijin will cover for you, and Tian Guofu will give you the green light. If you cause a big disaster, Zhong Xiaoai will make the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection's inspection team think twice."

What does Qi Tongwei have? He only has a few gunshots at Lone Eagle Ridge and that poor mountain village where people can't even afford shoes.

He tried desperately to climb the ladder, using every means at his disposal, but in the end, he was nothing more than a clown in the eyes of you born in Rome.

"He was shot three times on the front lines of drug enforcement! He earned those shots himself!" Hou Liangping retorted, his voice rising.

"But he cannot use the power entrusted to him by the people as a tool to amass wealth just because he has been injured or made meritorious contributions! Poverty is not a reason for crime, teacher, you are making sophistry."

"I'm not being sophistical; I'm stating the facts," Gao Yuliang sighed.

"The political landscape of Handong was not formed overnight. During Zhao Lichun's twenty years in power in Handong, how many cadres did he promote, and how many interests were involved?"

Sha Ruijin was parachuted into Handong under the guise of anti-corruption, but his real purpose was to reshuffle the power structure.

Li Dakang ran a one-man show in Jingzhou, and Ding Yizhen ran away. Li Dakang bears no responsibility at all.

Why? Because Sha Ruijin needs him as a pioneer of reform, needs him to charge into battle. And I, Gao Yuliang, am nothing more than a sacrificial lamb for them.

"Teacher, you're being too extreme," Hou Liangping shook his head.

"Secretary Sha was sent by the Central Committee and represents the will of the higher authorities. There are no forbidden zones in the fight against corruption; no matter who is involved, we will investigate to the end. You see a normal organizational review as a political struggle, which shows a problem with your thinking."

"Is there something wrong with your thinking?" Gao Yuliang stood up, walked around the large mahogany desk, and went to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the Hantong Provincial Party Committee compound is shaded by green trees, and everything is in good order.

This calm net is about to be pulled in.

There is no system, no cheat code, and no supernatural power to reverse the situation.

This is a badly played hand.

Time passed by, second by second.

The wheels of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection were rolling on the road, getting closer and closer to the building.

Go in?

He was deprived of his political rights for life and all his personal property was confiscated.

Every day, they wear prison uniforms and are required to wake up, go to bed, and exercise at designated times.

When faced with interrogation, they must bow their heads and bend their knees, write letters of repentance with tears streaming down their faces, and confess their crimes in front of the camera, becoming negative examples in anti-corruption education films.

no way.

...

Gao Yuliang turned around and looked at Hou Liangping.

"Liangping, you didn't come here today to persuade me to turn myself in; you came to admire your spoils of war," Gao Yuliang said bluntly.

"Teacher, you've misunderstood." Hou Liangping stood up and took a step forward.

"I'm here to help you. The disciplinary committee members will be here soon. Your only way out is to voluntarily confess your problems and try to get leniency."

"The only way out?" Gao Yuliang sneered. "You're wrong, Liangping. There's more than one way out."

Hou Liangping looked at Gao Yuliang and noticed that this teacher, who used to be gentle and refined and had a deep mind, was acting strangely today.

In the past, Gao Yuliang would remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, and his words were always impeccable.

But today, Gao Yuliang's emotions were very evident.

"Teacher, please don't do anything foolish." Hou Liangping sensed the danger and his tone became urgent.

"Your senior has already gone down a path of no return; you cannot repeat his mistakes. As long as you live, there is hope. As long as you explain your problems clearly, the organization will give you a chance to turn over a new leaf."

"Repent and start anew?" Gao Yuliang strode back to his desk, picked up the red landline phone, looked at it for two seconds, and then slammed it down.

"Go to Qincheng Prison to reform? Go and become a live target for you? Liangping, you are too naive, or rather, too hypocritical."

"I'm hypocritical?" Hou Liangping pointed to his own nose.

"Yes, hypocritical." Gao Yuliang approached Hou Liangping.

"You keep talking about the people, the law, and justice, but deep down you're just an arrogant privileged class. You handle cases based on intuition and your connections."

Do you really think you, Hou Liangping, single-handedly overturned this grand scheme in Handong? You're nothing more than a tool in a high-level power struggle. Once the tool is used up, it's time to sheath it.

"I don't care what others say, I only ask to have a clear conscience!" Hou Liangping straightened his chest.

"A clear conscience indeed." Gao Yuliang nodded, his gaze passing over Hou Liangping and looking towards the door.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor.

They weren't ordinary staff members; their footsteps were steady and orderly, carrying a certain sense of pressure.

coming.

Gao Yuliang's brain was working at high speed.

dead.

This is the only way to break the deadlock.

I can't die in this office.

Dying here would only be labeled as suicide out of fear of punishment, and would be silently swept into the dustbin of history.

If you're going to die, die a glorious death.

He wanted to die in front of Sha Ruijin, to die at the highest point of power in Handong Province.

He used his life to leave an indelible stain on Sha Ruijin's political career.

The deputy secretary of the provincial party committee was forced to jump off a building.

How will the central government account for this?

Sha Ruijin is inextricably linked to this.

Even if he can't be reborn after death, he's going to overturn the table in this game, and no one will be able to win comfortably.

Thinking of this, Gao Yuliang felt an unprecedented surge of strength.

Hou Liangping continued, "Teacher, did you hear the footsteps? The disciplinary committee members have arrived. If you come with me now, you're being cooperative."

Gao Yuliang did not answer.

He suddenly started moving, his shoulder colliding with Hou Liangping.

Caught off guard, Hou Liangping staggered backward from the impact, his waist slamming heavily against the edge of the coffee table, causing him to gasp in pain.

Gao Yuliang didn't even glance at him, opened the office door, and rushed out.

At the end of the corridor, four or five people wearing dark jackets were walking towards them, led by comrades from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection.

Seeing Gao Yuliang rush out, the leader paused for a moment, then raised his hand:

"Secretary Gao, please wait!"

Gao Yuliang ignored him and turned to run wildly toward the stairwell on the other side.

"Teacher Gao!"

Hou Liangping, clutching his back, chased after them from the office and was stunned by what he saw.

The dignified Deputy Secretary of the Hantong Provincial Party Committee was running wildly down the corridor?

This is outrageous!

"Chase them!" The leader reacted and called for his men to follow.

Gao Yuliang pushed open the fire door in the stairwell and ran down the stairs.

This body is usually well-maintained, and now, stimulated by adrenaline, it bursts forth with astonishing speed.

Hou Liangping followed behind, panting heavily.

"Teacher Gao! Why are you running? Where are you going!" Hou Liangping shouted.

Gao Yuliang turned around at the corner of the stairs and glanced at Hou Liangping.

"Where are we going? To deliver a big gift to your Secretary Sha!"

Gao Yuliang continued running downhill.

Hou Liangping usually lives a life of ease and comfort, and apart from occasionally playing badminton, he does not engage in any high-intensity physical training.

In addition to being bumped in the waist earlier, my legs felt weak after running a few flights of stairs.

Gao Yuliang listened to the panting behind him and sneered inwardly.

The son-in-law doesn't usually exercise.

He rose to prominence by relying on his wife's resources, and now he really thinks he's a lone hero?

He can't even catch up with someone.

As I rushed out of the provincial party committee office building, the sunlight outside was blinding.

Gao Yuliang identified the direction and headed straight for the office building where Sha Ruijin was located.