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

The once bustling construction site fell silent. The workers looked up blankly at first, but when they saw the dark muzzles of guns and the indifferent faces of the soldiers, an instinctive fear gripped them.

"Clang!"

"Splash!"

The sounds of wrenches, shovels, and various tools falling to the ground echoed one after another.

The workers who were risking their lives for money just a moment ago have all turned into docile sheep in the next. Amid the soldiers' shouts, they frantically dropped what they were holding, covered their heads with their hands, and squatted down in groups on the muddy ground, not daring to breathe.

In the entire sand quarry, only a few sand dredgers that hadn't had time to shut off were still emitting a monotonous humming sound, which was particularly jarring in this eerie silence.

In the office, Fatty Wang leaned against the door frame, his legs shaking like a leaf.

force?

How could it be the military?

His mind was a complete mess. He wasn't afraid of the police, the environmental protection department, or the water resources department, because Chairman Liu could handle all of those. But these were real people, heavily armed soldiers!

Cold sweat rolled down his fat forehead. He knew that what he was going to do today was serious.

But he can't fall. He's the boss here, and Liu Xinjian's most trusted man. If he backs down, it's all over.

Wang Pangzi forced himself to straighten up, squeezing out a bit of strength through his teeth. He pulled out an unopened pack of special-supply cigarettes from his pocket, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and swayed his massive body as he approached Zhou Weiguo.

"Commander, Commander, hello, hello!"

He jogged along and handed the cigarette to her from a distance.

"Sir, is there some misunderstanding? This is a legally operating sand quarry with all the necessary permits..."

His voice was obsequious, and every word he uttered was tinged with caution.

Zhou Weiguo didn't even spare him a glance. He walked straight past Fatty Wang, his leather boots making a dull thud as they sank into the mud.

Fatty Wang stretched out his hand, then froze in mid-air, his expression extremely awkward.

He was about to say something more when two soldiers immediately stepped forward, extending their arms to block his way. The black muzzles of their guns were slightly lowered, and an invisible pressure choked him up, preventing him from saying anything more.

He could only watch helplessly as Zhou Weiguo walked to the very center of the sand quarry.

Zhou Weiguo looked around at the land that had been ravaged by greed, and saw the valuable sand dredgers, the huge conveyor belts, and the mountains of sand.

He raised the megaphone again.

"In accordance with the Military Facilities Protection Law and relevant regulations on wartime transportation, there are illegal work sites in this area that are seriously obstructing the smooth flow of military transportation waterways. These sites are now being cleared in accordance with the law!"

The word "clean up" was like two steel needles piercing into Fatty Wang's ears.

His mind went blank, and all his composure and pretense crumbled.

"No, sir!"

He screamed, his voice distorted.

"Don't touch it! These equipment, these ships, I spent tens of millions of dollars to buy them! You can't just clean them up like this!"

Zhou Weiguo finally turned around and gave him a cold glance.

There was no emotion in his eyes, only pure indifference.

"Your property is not permitted in the area of ​​military operations."

Zhou Weiguo's voice resounded throughout the venue through the loudspeaker, every word crystal clear.

"Only 'obstacles' that need to be cleared."

obstacle?

Fatty Wang felt dizzy. His tens of millions of yuan investment, his money-printing machine that made money hand over fist, were just an "obstacle" in the other party's eyes?

He panicked completely, and he was terrified. He broke free from the soldiers around him who hadn't yet reacted, frantically pulled his phone from his pocket, and roared:

"You wait! You can't do anything reckless! I'm calling Chairman Liu of Handong Oil and Gas! Chairman Liu Xinjian! He's good brothers with Secretary Zhao of your provincial military region!"

This is his last trump card, and also his greatest reliance.

In Handong, as long as you invoke Secretary Zhao Lichun's name, there's nothing you can't resolve.

He unlocked his phone with trembling hands, his fingers pressing the wrong numbers several times due to excessive tension and fear. Finally, he found the number he knew by heart and dialed it.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The call went through!

Fatty Wang, as if grasping at a straw, held up his phone and shouted at Zhou Weiguo and the surrounding soldiers, "Wait! Wait! Chairman Liu will answer the phone soon! None of you can afford this responsibility!"

However, the busy tone on the phone kept ringing.

One sound, two sounds, three sounds...

Wang Pangzi's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his heart sank lower and lower.

The phone rang for a very long time.

Until the system's cold, impersonal notification sounded: "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."

At this very moment, in the presidential suite of a luxury hotel in the city center, Liu Xinjian was fast asleep, embracing a young female companion, completely unaware of everything happening outside.

Zhou Weiguo looked at Wang Pangzi's face, which went from smug and expectant to astonished and desperate, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

He waved lightly to a young officer with the rank of lieutenant not far away.

The engineer platoon leader immediately accepted the order. He turned around and gave a short but powerful instruction into the walkie-talkie clipped to his shoulder.

"Operation Clean Stream, commence!"

"Bulldozer number one, forward!"

"boom--"

With a deafening roar of its engine, a massive military tracked bulldozer, like a steel behemoth awakening from its slumber, started up.

It lowered the huge, gleaming shovel in front of it, and its tracks rolled over the muddy ground, slowly but irresistibly pressing towards the nearest conveyor belt.

Fatty Wang watched all of this unfold, his pupils shrinking to their maximum size.

He looked at the conveyor belt equipment he had imported from abroad, which cost him millions of dollars, and saw it as fragile as a plastic toy in the face of the bulldozer's terrifying weight and power.

"Snap—Squeak—Bang!"

The ear-piercing sounds of metal twisting and breaking filled the air.

The sturdy steel frame was easily bent and broken. The sophisticated conveyor system was crushed into a pile of scrap metal. The entire production line collapsed with a crash.

"No--"

"My money!"

The sharp, twisting sound of metal was the last sound of wealth that Fatty Wang heard.

The massive military bulldozer didn't pause for a moment. After crushing the first conveyor belt, it adjusted its direction and moved on to the next production line.

"boom--"

The roar of the engine echoed through the valley at dawn.

Article 2, Article 3...

Those imported equipment that Fatty Wang usually treasured and maintained at great expense were now unable to offer any respectable resistance under the steel tracks. They were easily broken, flattened, and then crushed into the mud by the tracks, becoming piles of indistinguishable scrap metal.