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

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Heavy-duty hydraulic door breachers precisely mate with the hinges. This heavy Boeing 777 cabin door, which requires a complicated opening procedure, was brutally broken open by physical force.

The metal frame, weighing several hundred kilograms, crashed inwards with a loud thud, slamming heavily onto the floor at the jet bridge connection. The dull impact sent a jolt through the entire cabin.

Strong winds rushed in through the gap.

Black combat boots stepped over the metal wreckage, and a fully armed tactical squad filed in.

A tactical helmet, night vision goggles flipped up on the forehead, magazines and communication modules mounted on the bulletproof vest, and a short-barreled assault rifle gripped tightly in his hand, the muzzle pointed diagonally at the ground, ready to fire within 0.3 seconds at any moment.

This is Dragon Fang, a special operations force directly under the highest military command of China. Tonight, their target is the deputy mayor of Jingzhou City, who is attempting to flee the country.

The cabin reeked of a nauseating stench. But the lead special forces member's eyes remained icy, utterly unmoved. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their silent steps echoing through the first-class aisle.

The passengers, still shaken, raised their hands above their heads, barely daring to breathe. The businessman in seat 2A trembled uncontrollably, while the Korean woman opposite him, her face streaked with tears, remained frozen in her seat, too afraid to move.

The special forces soldiers ignored these people. All eyes were fixed on the disheveled body in the middle of the corridor.

Ding Yizhen lay on the carpet, his expensive haute couture suit completely ruined. His hands were still futilely scratching at the carpet fibers, blood seeping from under his fingernails.

Combat boots stopped in front of him.

Ding Yizhen stiffly raised her head and saw three fully armed, expressionless soldiers whose eyes behind their goggles were devoid of any warmth.

He opened his mouth, about to let out a pitiful howl of pleading.

Two team members pressed forward instantly, their movements clean and swift. One gripped Ding Yizhen's left arm, while the other locked her right wrist; the specially made high-strength restraints secured Ding Yizhen's hands firmly behind her back within three seconds.

The excruciating pain caused Ding Yizhen to convulse.

Two men, one on each side, grabbed him by the back of his collar and shoulders, forcibly lifting his obese body, which weighed over 180 pounds. Ding Yizhen's legs were completely unable to support his weight, and his toes dragged on the carpet as the special forces soldiers escorted him straight out of the cabin.

They were dragged out of the cabin, and a cold wind blew across the jet bridge.

A blinding white light instantly shone on the face of the captured official.

The tarmac at Handong International Airport has been completely sealed off by more than a dozen military-green armored vehicles. However, outside the inner security line of the sealed-off area, several high-definition cameras equipped with telephoto lenses were already waiting, their red recording indicator lights flashing incessantly.

This was a direct order from Shen Zhong, a meticulously planned "public execution." This was a military-controlled restricted area, inaccessible to ordinary media; these were all broadcasting channels specially authorized by the military. Tonight, Shen Zhong would not allow the Zhao family any room for underhanded dealings; this rat's ugly behavior had to be exposed to the light of day without reservation.

The flashbulbs went off like crazy.

In the footage, Ding Yizhen's face was ashen, his bald head reflected the light under the searchlight, and his clothes were tattered. The once eloquent chief commander of the Guangming Peak project could not even lift his head at this moment.

Through a special high-privilege channel, this footage surged to the top of the homepages of major social media platforms in less than half a minute.

Public opinion is boiling.

Countless netizens flooded into the live stream and comment section.

"The deputy mayor was directly taken down by the military? That's incredible!"

"The net of heaven is vast, its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it; he deserved it!"

The data showed explosive growth, and the storm of public opinion completely solidified the case.

The Provincial Party Committee compound in Handong.

Secretary Bai sat in her office, staring at the live stream playing repeatedly on her tablet, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.

This was a key figure under Young Master Zhao. Just now at the Standing Committee meeting, Secretary Zhao was still talking about stabilizing the overall situation, trying to buy time. Now, he's been dragged down from the sky by the military, and the whole internet knows about it.

Secretary Bai was sweating profusely. He knew very well that the Zhao family's fortunes had been completely cut down tonight.

Command Center of Jingzhou Public Security Bureau.

Zhao Donglai stood in front of the big screen, looking at Ding Yizhen's miserable state in the pop-up window, and his nerves, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed for a moment.

The person who slipped away right under his nose was finally brought back, which was truly gratifying. But beneath this satisfaction, Zhao Donglai also felt a deep sense of lingering fear. Fighter jets intercepting civilian airliners and special forces forcibly boarding planes were simply beyond the reach of local police.

General Shen's methods were truly swift and decisive, showing absolutely no mercy.

Provincial Procuratorate.

Ji Changming stared at the video on his phone for a full two minutes. Then, he let out a long breath and placed the phone face down on the table.

He understood that the political landscape of Handong Province had completely changed starting tonight.

Inside Gao Yuliang's study in his family's apartment building.

Only the lamp cast a halo of light. Gao Yuliang sat upright at his mahogany desk, his laptop screen playing a high-definition video feed from within the military.

He watched Ding Yizhen being dragged out of the cabin in a disheveled state, then calmly closed his laptop.

Teacher Wu pushed open the door and entered, placing a bowl of warm white fungus soup on the corner of the table. "Old Gao, has something serious happened outside?"

Gao Yuliang didn't look at the soup. He gently stroked the gold-embossed cover of "15th Anniversary of the Wanli Emperor" with his fingers, his voice calm and resolute.

"Shen Zhong won this game."

Teacher Wu was completely confused, but seeing that Gao Yuliang didn't intend to continue, she stood quietly to the side and didn't ask any more questions.

Gao Yuliang picked up his signature thermos, unscrewed the lid, and blew on the floating tea leaves. With Ding Yizhen, the front man, now out of the picture, the overseas money laundering network of the Shanshui Group and the Zhao family would inevitably be exposed. He was glad he had severed ties with Zhao Lichun early on.

Airport tarmac.

Ding Yizhen was escorted by two soldiers through the quarantine zone. His eyes were vacant as he stared at the black armored vehicle with its back door open ahead, knowing full well what he was about to face.

As the car doors slammed shut, the convoy of engines roared in unison. Sirens blared through the night as the armored vehicles, escorted by military off-road vehicles, headed straight for the provincial military detention center.