Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Inside the interrogation room, the dark muzzle of the gun remained motionless.

In Cheng Du's pupils, the muzzle of the gun and Zhou Weiguo's expressionless face were reflected.

His mind went blank; all his arrogance, scheming, and reliance turned into pure fear at that moment.

He wanted to beg for mercy, to shout, to yell out all the secrets he knew.

The secrets of the Zhao family gang, Ding Yizhen's shady dealings, and all the evils buried beneath the Guangming Peak project...

These are his bargaining chips to save his life!

But it was as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, and he couldn't even utter a single syllable for help.

He could only see Zhou Weiguo's lips move, as if he were saying something to Zhang Xiao in the corner.

next moment.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Then, two more sounds followed.

boom!boom!

The muffled gunshot pierced through the heavy soundproof door and exploded in the hall.

The sound wasn't particularly loud, but it was like three heavy hammer blows, slamming into everyone's hearts.

The air in the entire hall seemed to freeze for a moment.

Everyone froze.

The police officers who had been whispering to each other froze on the spot, their expressions changing from relaxed to horrified.

Li Dakang, who had just straightened up, suddenly swayed.

His face, which had just regained some color, turned deathly pale again, as white as a sheet of paper.

He turned his head in disbelief to look at the tightly closed interrogation room door, then suddenly turned back and stared intently at Shen Zhong.

Is he crazy?

How dare he!

How dare he kill someone at this time!

Qi Tongwei reacted even faster.

As a seasoned police officer, his sensitivity to gunshots far surpasses that of ordinary people.

The moment the first shot rang out, his hand instinctively went to the handle of the gun at his waist.

When the three gunshots ended, he was completely stunned.

Hasn't the agreement already been signed?

Didn't we agree on the transfer of prisoners?

Why did they fire the gun?

He looked at Shen Zhong, who was still standing in the same spot, his military uniform crisp and his figure sturdy.

His face showed no surprise, as calm as the three gunshots that had just rang out, which were merely a few raindrops falling outside the window.

This extreme calm sent a chill down Qi Tongwei's spine.

Everything was planned!

A few minutes later.

The interrogation room door opened again with a soft "click".

Zhou Weiguo's tall figure walked out from inside.

His expression carried a perfectly measured hint of regret.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he slowly and methodically holstered the Type 92 pistol, still reeking of gunpowder, back into its holster at his waist.

Every movement is full of ritual.

He straightened the hem of his military uniform, then strode through the deathly silent hall to stand before Shen Zhong.

Feet together, body standing straight.

He gave a perfectly standard military salute.

"Reporting, sir!"

His voice was loud and clear, each word like a nail driven into the ears of everyone present.

"The suspect, Cheng Du, suddenly lost control of his emotions while awaiting handover."

"He violently broke free from his guard, attempted to seize the gun from our officers, and physically assaulted Zhang Xiao, a key witness!"

Zhou Weiguo paused, a hint of determination in his voice.

"To protect the safety of witnesses and prevent the situation from escalating, our officers, after repeated verbal warnings proved ineffective, were forced to open fire in accordance with relevant regulations..."

"Shoot him dead on the spot!"

Shot dead on the spot!

These four words were like four bolts of lightning, striking Li Dakang and Qi Tongwei, leaving them dizzy and disoriented.

Shameless!

Reverse black and white!

Those of them in the political and legal system are extremely familiar with this rhetoric.

But they never imagined that one day, this same rhetoric would be used against their own people!

Just then, a thin figure, supported by someone, walked out of the interrogation room.

It was that young reporter, Zhang Xiao.

He was covered in injuries and walked with a limp, but his mental state was much better than before.

He trembled as he nodded vigorously to everyone after Zhou Weiguo finished his "report".

That single nod was the most damning evidence.

He confirmed Zhou Weiguo's statement.

"You...you..."

Li Dakang stretched out his hand, pointing at Shen Zhong, his index finger trembling violently with anger and excitement.

He felt a fire burning in his chest, making his internal organs ache.

He wanted to curse, to roar, to hurl all the vicious words at the calm face before him.

But his lips trembled for a long time, and he couldn't utter a single complete word.

Qi Tongwei could no longer hold back.

He shoved aside the two soldiers blocking his way and charged into the interrogation room like an enraged leopard.

He wants to see it with his own eyes!

The interrogation room door was not closed.

Qi Tongwei rushed in.

A strong smell of blood and gunpowder hit me.

He saw it.

Cheng Du collapsed in a pool of blood.

There were three clear bullet holes in his chest, and blood was still gushing out.

His eyes were wide open, very wide.

Those eyes held lingering fear, resentment, and an incomprehensible bewilderment.

Do not look down.

Qi Tongwei felt a sudden dizziness.

A chill ran from the soles of his feet, up his spine, and up to the top of his head.

This is not a simple murder.

This is like killing someone by breaking their spirit!

From the very beginning, Shen Zhong had no intention of letting Cheng Du leave this branch office building alive!

"Heavy!"

Li Dakang finally snapped.

He roared hoarsely, like a desperate, trapped beast.

"You're being a scoundrel!!"

The roar echoed through the hall, yet it sounded so pale and powerless.

The police officers at the scene all lowered their heads, looked at each other, and none of them dared to speak at this moment.

Looking at the military-uniformed Standing Committee member standing like a javelin, they felt nothing but fear.

This man is a complete madman.

He not only dares to overturn the table, he will also smash the bones of anyone who dares to sit on the table!

Shen Zhong stared coldly at Li Dakang, his face devoid of any remorse or even a trace of emotion.

He whispered something in Li Dakang's ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Li Dakang, you didn't say whether he wanted him dead or alive. What you wanted was just to shut him up, wasn't it?"

"I'll help you, and make sure it's thorough."

Li Dakang's body jolted violently.

This statement stripped away all his high-sounding facade, exposing his deepest, darkest, and most unspeakable thoughts to the light of day.

Yes.

He really wanted to shut up.

Only the dead can keep secrets forever.

But he dared not.

He didn't have the guts, nor the ability, to make someone disappear without a trace under the watchful eyes of both the Provincial Public Security Bureau and the military.

But Shen Zhong dared to do it, and he actually did it.

Li Dakang's lips moved, and a dry, grinding sound came from his throat, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Shen Zhong waved lightly to the special forces soldiers in the courtyard.

That was an extremely simple action.

But with this action, the Dragon Fang special forces members, who had been standing motionless like statues, all put away their weapons in unison.

They stepped aside, making way for the gate.

Li Dakang knew it was over, and he could leave.