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

The headquarters of the Longya Special Forces is located in the seven-story underground compound of the Handong Provincial Military Region.

Shen Zhong, dressed in a dark-colored training uniform without rank insignia, sat in a command chair in front of a giant electronic monitoring screen.

The large screen was divided into more than a dozen independent information windows.

With Zhao Lichun as the core node, the data on the flow of funds in the overseas related accounts of Ding Yizhen, Ouyang Jing, Cai Chenggong, and others is being updated in real time.

Red, green, and yellow data lines intertwine, each representing a sum of dirty money being secretly transferred.

The technicians at the control panel were each performing their duties, and the sound of their keyboards clicking was dense yet orderly.

"Commander!"

Zhou Weiguo strode over from the intelligence analysis desk, holding a telegram that had just been ejected from the encrypted fax machine.

The paper still carried the residual heat of the machine.

"It's from the Central Military Commission, an urgent coded telegram."

Shen Zhong took the telegram and glanced at the security classification markings on it.

He did not open the telegram on the spot, but folded it and got up to walk towards the independent office at the back of the command post.

The office door closed.

Shen Zhong sat down at the table, took out a special decryption tool from the drawer, and began to decipher the codebook line by line.

Five minutes later, the full text of the telegram was presented to him.

The content is very short.

The gist is: A terminal in the confidential room of the Central Military Commission office building attempted to access his personnel file, triggering an alarm in the "Iron Curtain" system.

The telegram specified the exact time of the trigger, the terminal's physical address, and the operator's identification code.

After reading the telegram, Shen Zhong put it into the stainless steel ashtray on the table.

The lighter clicked to life.

The flame licked the edge of the paper, its orange light reflecting on his face, and the telegram turned to ashes in a few seconds.

Shen Zhong leaned back in his chair, his mind starting to work.

Zhao Lichun booked a flight to Kyoto last night for this morning.

This afternoon, someone checked his file using the secure terminal in the Central Military Commission building.

The timeline matches.

When Zhao Lichun arrived in Kyoto, the first thing he did was to find a powerful backer.

In the history of Handong, the only person who could push for this level of operation within the Central Military Commission was Su Zhenhai, a name that even Liu Changchun, the second-in-command of Handong, had to be wary of.

Shen Zhong picked up the tea that had been sitting on the coffee table for half a day and took a sip.

It was cold, but he didn't care; a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Su Zhenhai's influence is indeed considerable.

The fact that he can get people within the Central Military Commission to run errands for him shows that he has cultivated these connections for decades; it's no exaggeration.

Unfortunately, they didn't even get past the first hurdle.

The protection afforded by the "Iron Curtain" agreement was something he earned with his life.

Every bullet on the border, every scar on the snow-capped mountains, every narrow escape from death in the jungle.

The highest level of protection order was personally signed by the Supreme Security Council.

Zhao Lichun thought that finding Su Zhenhai would be enough to deal with him, but he couldn't even find out the details of his opponent.

There was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

Zhou Weiguo pushed open the door and came in, his gaze falling on the smoldering ash in the ashtray on the table.

"Sir, is this related to Zhao Lichun's trip to Beijing?"

Shen Zhong did not deny it.

Zhou Weiguo took a step forward.

"I still have a few old connections in the former Armed Police Force, in Kyoto. Should we have someone keep an eye on Zhao Lichun's movements?"

Shen Zhong waved his hand.

"Need not."

"What happens in Kyoto is none of our business."

Zhou Weiguo frowned.

"What if Zhao Lichun really does bring reinforcements—"

Shen Zhong stood up and put the teacup back on the table.

"Have faith in the country and in the organization."

"Let's go back to the monitoring center."

"Our battlefield is in Handong. Don't let Kyoto distract us."

The two returned to the command center.

Shen Zhong walked to the large screen and scanned the densely packed data nodes with his eyes.

His finger hovered over a newly established offshore account node in the bottom right corner of the screen.

"When did this appear?"

The nearest technician responded immediately.

"Reporting to the commander, forty-seven minutes ago, a Hong Kong transit account under Zhao Ruilong's name initiated a small, exploratory transfer to this newly registered Cayman Islands offshore company."

"How much?"

"Eighty thousand US dollars."

Shen Zhong stared at that node for three seconds.

A tentative transfer indicates that a large sum of money has not yet been touched.

Zhao Lichun is in Kyoto, and Zhao Ruilong is already preparing for his escape route. It seems that Zhao Lichun is making preparations for both possibilities.

"Technical Team"

"arrive!"

"Increase the frequency of intercepting this data link from once every thirty minutes to real-time capture."

"yes!"

Shen Zhong turned to Zhou Weiguo.

"How's your investigation going regarding the Dafeng Apparel Group at Guangming Peak?"

Zhou Weiguo immediately took over.

"Cai Chenggong of Dafeng Factory was set up by Ding Yizhen and Gao Xiaoqin. They used a bridge loan to force Ouyang Jing to cut off her loan. Currently, all of Dafeng Factory's shares have been transferred to Shanshui Group. With the second phase of Guangming Peak about to start, I estimate that Shanshui Group will make a big move."

"If the demolition team takes action, you must stop them immediately."

His tone was heavy but flat.

"No one can die."

"The factory has thousands of workers, all ordinary people, and the shares they hold represent their entire fortune."

"Anyone who dares to carry out forced demolitions or cause bloodshed at this critical juncture is just trying to divert attention from the Zhao family's faction."

Zhou Weiguo nodded.

"Understood, I'll personally go to Dafeng Factory to keep an eye on it."

"Go."

Zhou Weiguo turned and walked towards the control panel. He first handed over the monitoring instructions to the operator on duty, then picked up his coat and headed towards the elevator.

In the command center, the sounds of keyboards clicking and data pulsating mingled together.

Shen Zhong sat back down in the command chair, the data on the screen still updating.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The old leader must have already activated the alarm when he saw it.

Some people think they can turn the world upside down; they should be taught a lesson about rules.