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

"Click—"

The bulldozer's bucket rammed into the iron gate of Dafeng Factory, causing a large section of the gate to dent inwards. The metal sheet and the edge of the bucket rubbed together, producing a screeching sound.

The sandbag stack behind the door wobbled twice, and the top layer of woven bags slid down, hitting the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

Wang Wenge held a torch with a strip of cloth tied to it in his hand. The flame was blown crookedly by the wind, and the smell of gasoline made him cough.

I glanced back.

Hundreds of workers crowded behind the gate, some holding shovels, some carrying wooden sticks, their faces covered in sweat.

Looking further into the distance, the intersection was completely empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.

Zheng Xipo did not come.

"Damn it, where is Old Zheng?!"

Wang Wenge cursed, pressing the torch in his hand towards the sandbag. The flames on the tip of the cloth licked the edge of the woven bag, just two inches away from touching the mouth of the gasoline-soaked bottle.

A second bulldozer followed, raising its bucket even higher and aiming it at the junction of the wall and the gate, clearly intending to push the gate and the wall together.

Chang Chenghu stood next to the first bulldozer and slammed a steel pipe onto the ground.

"Stop dawdling! Step on the gas and push it!"

The bulldozer driver stepped on the accelerator, the diesel engine roared, and the bucket continued to push forward, causing the hinges of the iron gate to creak and groan.

Just then—

A loud bang erupted from the end of the street.

The noise was more than ten times louder than three bulldozers combined, completely drowning out all other sounds at the scene.

The ground began to shake.

It wasn't a slight tremor, but a real, viscous vibration that traveled up from the soles of my feet, making my knees go numb.

The leaves of the trees lining the streets rustled down, and the lampposts swayed slightly.

Chang Chenghu almost dropped the steel pipe.

I turned my head and looked in the direction from which the roar was coming.

His legs immediately gave way and he could no longer control them.

An infantry fighting vehicle suddenly appeared at the corner of the road.

The heavy iron vehicle, weighing over thirty tons, rolled on the asphalt road with its eight wheels. The military searchlight on the roof snapped on, and two beams of white light swept across, illuminating the entire street as if it were broad daylight.

The anti-aircraft machine gun barrels pointed forward, their metallic surfaces reflecting a cold luster.

Two troop carriers followed closely behind the infantry fighting vehicle.

The vehicle was military green, with the red August 1st Army emblem printed on the side panels, and the sound of engines blended together.

The driver of the first bulldozer reacted quickly.

He stomped on the brakes and killed them.

The tracks gripped the ground, leaving two long, black friction marks on the concrete road.

The bulldozers stopped.

The bucket was close to the iron gate of Dafeng Factory, and just half a meter further ahead it would have rammed into the factory area.

The torch that Wang Wenge was holding in mid-air froze in place.

The flames were still burning, and the strips of cloth were billowing up with black smoke, but his hand was frozen there, motionless.

The hundreds of workers were stunned. Some of them dropped their shovels on the ground with a loud thud, but no one bent down to pick them up.

The infantry fighting vehicle did not stop.

Not only did it not stop, it accelerated.

The engine roared to its maximum speed, and the armored vehicle, weighing over thirty tons, cut in from the side, forcefully inserting itself between the bulldozer and the factory gate.

"boom--"

The bulldozer was pushed aside by the side of the infantry fighting vehicle, its tracks skidding sideways on the ground, the whole vehicle tilting at a 30-degree angle, and a string of sparks flew out as the bucket left the iron gate.

A steel defense line was erected to separate them.

An infantry fighting vehicle blocked the entrance to Dafeng Factory, its engine still running, the low-frequency vibrations of idling echoing throughout the street.

The two troop carriers behind them stopped on either side of the street, and the rear panels of the cargo compartments were lowered almost simultaneously with two loud "bangs".

The soldier jumped down.

One, two, three—

Dozens of people, fully armed with combat vests, helmets, and assault rifles, moved in perfect unison, like an assembly line.

Land, scatter, take up arms, and take positions.

In less than twenty seconds, a fan-shaped encirclement was formed, trapping more than two hundred demolition team members in the middle.

The dark muzzles of guns pointed from all directions.

Chang Chenghu's steel pipe slipped from his hand, bounced twice on the ground, and made a crisp metallic sound.

Those two hundred-plus demolition team members, who were as tough as crabs just now, are now all like quails.

Steel pipes were scattered all over the ground, machetes were strewn about, and a few clever ones had already raised their hands above their heads.

Three quick-thinking individuals attempted to take advantage of the chaos to throw their machetes into the roadside greenery.

The hand had just been raised—

The soldier next to him stepped forward and swung his rifle butt at the soldier.

"Bang!"

The first one was knocked to the ground, and the machete flew a long way.

"Bang! Bang!"

The other two didn't escape either; one was lying on the ground clutching his arm, and the other was pinned to the curb.

Clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary movement.

far away.

Inside the black van 300 meters away from Dafeng Factory, Zhang Tianfeng watched this scene, his hand trembled, and the cigarette between his fingers fell directly onto his crotch.

"hiss--"

The heat made him jump up from his seat, his head hitting the roof of the car. He frantically pulled the cigarette butt out from between his legs.

There was a burnt hole in my pants, and the smell of burning was pungent.

But he couldn't care less about that.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white, and his whole body was trembling.

Provincial Public Security Department Command Center.

Qi Tongwei stood in front of the big screen, the back of his shirt completely soaked.

On the GPS positioning system, the dense military lights had all gathered around Dafeng Factory, smashing the police car blockade he had set up to pieces.

The police officers on duty nearby didn't dare to breathe.

His fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

He wanted to order the police on the perimeter to intervene, but he had no reason to do so. Tonight's operation had already violated regulations, and going out now would be handing Shen Zhong a knife.

Furthermore, what means are we to interfere with?

Should we use a traffic police officer's glow stick to attack the armor of an infantry fighting vehicle? Or should we use a breathalyzer against an assault rifle?

That was the army, a proper field force; he had recently experienced the military's combat capabilities firsthand.

Thirty men took him down along with two hundred men from the provincial and municipal public security bureaus, leaving him naked and hopping around in the street.

In front of the Dafeng Factory.

The side hatch of the infantry fighting vehicle is open.

Zhou Weiguo jumped down, his training uniform neatly tied, a pistol tucked into his waistband, and a loudspeaker in his right hand.

When they landed, the heels of their military boots made a crisp sound as they hit the concrete.

He held the megaphone to his mouth, flipped the switch, and a buzzing sound came from the microphone.

"Demolition team, listen up!"

The loudspeaker amplified the words dozens of times, bouncing them back and forth across the entire street.

"Put down all weapons, put your hands behind your head, and squat down on the spot! Anyone who disobeys will face the consequences."

"Workers of Dafeng Factory, we are from the Provincial Military Region. We are here to uphold justice for you. Please do not act impulsively and remain calm."