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

Emperor Garden, Building 22.

The red handprints on the divorce agreement were still wet, and Ouyang Jing was still somewhat dazed.

Wang Dalu stood in the corner of the living room, two buttons on his shirt were askew, and he didn't know what to do with his hands.

Li Dakang didn't have time to deal with these two.

He turned around, walked to the door, opened the security door, and waved to the outside.

"Zhao Donglai, take your men and leave. The people from the Civil Affairs Bureau should also leave."

Zhao Donglai raised his head from the steps, his mouth just opening as he was about to ask why.

"Stop talking nonsense, leave now, don't leave a single person behind!"

Zhao Donglai snapped to attention, turned around and beckoned people to get in the car. In less than thirty seconds, the taillights of the two official vehicles disappeared around the corner of the villa area.

The group of people from the Housing and Construction Bureau wearing reflective vests were also dismissed with a gesture; the traffic cones were left scattered on the roadside before they could be collected.

Emperor Garden fell silent.

Only four people remained in the living room—Li Dakang, Ouyang Jing, Wang Dalu, and Li Xingzhi.

"Sister-in-law, don't cry."

Li Xingzhi squatted down in front of Ouyang Jing, grabbing her arms with both hands, her face showing anxiety.

Ouyang Jing raised her head, her face covered in snot and tears, her lips trembling as she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Li Dakang walked over and whispered in Li Xingzhi's ear.

"Xingzhi, you two change your clothes."

Li Xingzhi paused for two seconds, looked down at her own dark trench coat, then at Ouyang Jing's trench coat, and immediately understood.

Without asking any further questions, he pulled Ouyang Jing towards the bedroom.

Three minutes later.

The two changed their clothes and came out. There was a difference in their height and build, but in the dim lighting, it was really hard to tell them apart from a distance.

Upon seeing this, Wang Dalu, who had been silent all along, quickly found a white medical mask and a pair of black-rimmed sunglasses.

"Put it on, it will completely cover your face."

Li Xingzhi took it, pulled the mask over her ears, and perched the sunglasses on her nose, leaving only her forehead and a small section of her chin exposed.

Wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night would normally seem odd to some. But tonight, with over thirty special police officers and plainclothes officers stationed outside the Emperor's Garden complex, and communications disrupted amidst the chaos, who would be paying attention to such details?

Li Dakang took two steps back, looked him up and down, and nodded.

"Alright."

Then he turned around and strode towards the door.

He didn't look at Ouyang Jing even once more from beginning to end.

Twenty-two years of marriage, this is the end.

The moment the security door was opened, the late autumn night wind rushed into the living room, and a chill crept up from my ankles.

Li Xingzhi quickly followed him out, her trench coat collar turned up, her face completely covered by a mask and sunglasses.

The two walked one after the other along the stone-paved path of the villa area, the sounds of leather shoes and high heels echoing softly in the empty alleyway.

The driver pushed open the rear door of car number 9.

"To the airport!"

The iron gate of Emperor Garden grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror until it was swallowed by the darkness.

at the same time.

Fifty meters behind the green belt on the north side, in Qi Tongwei's command vehicle.

"Sizzle—"

The walkie-talkie had been crackling with static for nearly half an hour, then suddenly went silent.

Instead, there is a clear and distinct channel noise floor.

The signal is back.

Qi Tongwei looked down at his phone; the signal bars in the upper left corner were full—one, two, three bars.

The static on the monitoring terminal disappeared, and the four-panel screen lit up again, showing the four directions of the Emperor Garden.

"Hall Qi! Hall Qi!"

A hurried, distorted voice came through the walkie-talkie; it was the plainclothes team from the East Gate.

"Report! A black Audi just drove away from the main gate. It was Li Dakang's car!"

Qi Tongwei's buttocks bounced off the seat.

"Li Dakang got on the bus, along with a woman wearing a dark trench coat, a mask, and sunglasses. Judging from her clothes—she matches Ouyang Jing's features!"

"Currently traveling along Huancheng West Road towards the Airport Expressway!"

Blood rushed to his forehead.

Airport. Escape. The big fish is about to get away!

"All vehicles, give chase immediately!"

Qi Tongwei grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted so loudly that the whole car vibrated.

"The target is fleeing towards the airport; intercept them before boarding!!"

"Sirens blaring, full speed ahead!"

The command vehicle's engine roared as it sped onto the road, its tires leaving a black trail on the ground.

The plainclothes vans from the east gate followed, then the plainclothes vans from the west gate, and the two riot control vehicles on the north side suddenly turned around and followed, their exhaust pipes emitting heat waves.

Three riot police vehicles and five plainclothes vehicles—eight vehicles in total—sounded their sirens simultaneously.

The blue and red lights flashed alternately, illuminating the empty streets of Jingzhou in the early morning like a disco.

We got on the highway.

Eight police cars lined up in an arrow formation on the six-lane highway, with the riot control car at the front floored, the speedometer needle swishing past 120 and still climbing.

Car number 9 is running ahead.

The driver was an experienced one; he swerved the steering wheel left and right, changing lanes three times in a row, but he still couldn't make the cars behind him close the distance.

"Faster! Faster!"

Qi Tongwei slapped his hand on the dashboard; the small dot representing car number 9 on the GPS was moving rapidly.

"Block him at the airport tollbooth! Instruct the tollbooth staff to lower the barriers!"

The sirens ripped through the night sky on the empty highway, and the headlights of eight vehicles formed a curtain of light, illuminating the road ahead.

No matter how much the car on board maneuvered, it was still one against eight.

Airport toll booth, 300 meters away.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

The tollbooth barriers had been lowered, and two riot control vehicles flanked from both sides, cornering vehicle number 9 and trapping it firmly in the middle lane.

The third riot control vehicle came up from behind, its bumper almost touching the taillights of vehicle number 9.

There's no escaping it now.

Qi Tongwei jumped out of the command vehicle, his dark blue police uniform billowing in the wind, his peaked cap pressed down on his head, and his shoes pounding on the cement ground of the toll station as he took large, fast strides.

He couldn't control his facial expressions anymore—the corners of his mouth were turned up, and his two rows of teeth were showing.

Won.

With Ouyang Jing apprehended, Secretary Zhao has secured his position as Director of the Public Security Bureau, and the position of Vice Governor is within reach.

He grabbed the door handle of the back seat of car number 9 with his right hand.

"Open the door! Cooperate with the investigation!"

With a sudden pull, the car door was violently yanked open.

The night wind blew into the carriage.

Qi Tongwei bent down and looked inside—

In the very center of the sofa chair, Li Dakang sat with his legs crossed, his briefcase resting on his knees and a thermos cup clutched in his hand.

sneer.

The woman sitting next to me was slowly taking off her sunglasses and then pulling off her mask.

The face that was revealed—

It's not Ouyang Jing.

He looked completely innocent, even tilting his head slightly towards Qi Tongwei, his expression clearly saying, "Who are you?"

Qi Tongwei's right hand was still in the position of pulling the car door, his knuckles were hooked on the door frame, and his five fingers were stiff like iron hooks.

The upward curve of her lips hadn't yet faded, but the smile was no longer a smile.

It's muscle stiffness.

All the images in his mind—receiving the reward in front of Zhao Lichun, the office of the Public Security Bureau Chief, the nameplate of the Vice Governor—shattered into dust in that instant, no different from the dust blown away by the wind on the roof of the toll station.

"Director Qi."

Li Dakang's voice came from inside the carriage, neither too loud nor too soft, but every word was barbed.

"You illegally mobilized armed police forces to intercept the official car of the provincial party committee member and the municipal party secretary on the highway."

The thermos cup spun halfway around in my palm.

"What an imposing official presence!"