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

The gates of the Handong Provincial Military Region were suddenly flung open.

There were no alarms, no extra commands, only the deep roar of the diesel engine.

Two wheeled infantry fighting vehicles led the way, their large off-road tires churning up mud as they rolled across the slippery road. The 30mm autocannons mounted on the roofs stood proudly, coldly pointing forward.

Following behind were ten troop transport trucks, with rows of heavily armed soldiers standing under their grass-green tarpaulins. The bullets they carried were not blanks for exercises, but magazines full of live ammunition.

Zhou Weiguo sat in the passenger seat of the lead car, his walkie-talkie crackling.

"Car number one reporting, all personnel in position."

"Vehicle number two reports: ammunition load is full."

Zhou Weiguo remained expressionless, not even lifting his eyelids.

"Let's go. Destination: Guangming District Public Security Bureau."

The convoy sped out of the camp and headed straight onto Jingzhou Avenue.

It was past 2 a.m., and there weren't many cars on the road. But at every intersection, all the traffic lights had turned red.

This means that the military region's combat readiness duty room has directly taken over the traffic control system along the route.

Several private cars were stopped by the sudden red light. Just as the drivers were about to honk their horns to complain, they felt the ground shaking.

In the rearview mirror, a long line of steel behemoths roared in.

"Holy crap! Is this a war?" A taxi driver was so shocked that he dropped his cigarette butt, staring blankly as the two infantry fighting vehicles drove past.

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Guangming District Public Security Bureau, interrogation room.

The soundproofing here is excellent; you can't hear any outside noise.

The only sound was the cracking of the belt against the flesh.

Cheng Du, exhausted from the beating, tossed his belt onto the table, picked up his teacup, and took a sip. A fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead. He unbuttoned his police uniform and tilted his head, looking at Zhang Xiao in the chair.

Zhang Xiao's head was drooping, his mouth was full of blood and foam, and his clothes were soaked with sweat and blood and clung to his body.

"The bones are quite strong."

Cheng Du walked to the printer next to him and picked up a few sheets of paper that had just been printed.

Those were household registration records retrieved from the public security intranet.

"Zhang Tiezhu, former platoon leader of the reconnaissance company of the xx division, was awarded the First-Class Merit Citation once and the Second-Class Merit Citation three times..." Cheng Du read it in a sarcastic tone, clicking his tongue as he read, "Tsk tsk tsk, if this resume were from decades ago, he would be a big shot."

He walked up to Zhang Xiao and patted Zhang Xiao's swollen cheeks with the stack of papers.

"What a pity, when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out."

Zhang Xiao struggled to open her eyes, staring at Cheng Du, making a hoarse sound in her throat.

"You... are not worthy to mention... my grandfather's name."

"I'm not worthy?" Cheng Du laughed, an exaggerated laugh, his shoulders shrugging. "Not only have I mentioned him, I'm even using his file to polish my shoes. What can you do about it?"

As he spoke, he threw the A4 paper on the ground, lifted his foot, and stomped on it repeatedly.

Zhang Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, and she struggled violently. Her wrists, which were handcuffed to the chair, were rubbed raw and bloody.

"Chengdu! I'll fuck your ancestors!"

"Keep cursing." Cheng Du wasn't angry at all; in fact, he found it quite amusing.

He lit another cigarette and was about to light it with a lighter.

The water glass on the table suddenly shook.

Immediately afterwards, the chair beneath my bottom also began to shake.

The vibrations were very regular, dull and powerful, like a herd of elephants running this way.

Cheng Du frowned, but couldn't light the lighter in his hand.

"Where did this construction team come from in the middle of the night?" He looked at his assistant with some impatience. "Go and check it out."

The assistant hadn't had a chance to agree yet.

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion seemed to erupt right next to my ears.

The whole building shook three times, the incandescent lights overhead flickered a few times, and lime powder fell down in a flurry.

Cheng Du was so frightened that he dropped his cigarette and sat down on the ground with a thud.

"What's going on? An earthquake?!"

He scrambled to his feet and rushed to the window to look outside.

Upon seeing this, his calf cramped up.

The once sturdy stainless steel electric sliding gate is gone, or rather, it has turned into a pile of twisted scrap metal, which has been thrown onto the flower bed in the yard.

A dark green eight-wheeled armored vehicle, like a rampaging rhinoceros, crashed directly into the branch office compound.

The thick, black cannon barrel was slowly rotating, finally settling into position, directly facing the entrance of the office building.

"This...this is..." Cheng Du's mind went blank, and his lips trembled so much that he could not even speak properly.

Before he could react, ten large trucks completely blocked the road in front of the branch office.

Countless soldiers in camouflage uniforms jumped off the vehicles, moving as fast as a pack of black leopards.

"A team is sealing off the back door!"

"Group Two has taken control of the high ground!"

"Group three, come in with me!"

The police officers on duty in the courtyard had just run out after hearing the commotion, but before they could even touch their holsters, several Type 95 rifles were pointed at their foreheads.

"Don't move! Cover your head! Crouch down!"

The soldiers' shouts were unified and carried a chilling, battlefield-like atmosphere.

An older policeman, trying to assert his authority, pointed at the soldiers in front of him and shouted, "Which unit are you from? Do you know where this is? This is the Public Security Bureau! You're rebelling!"

"Click."

His answer was a crisp click of the trigger.

The soldier's eyes were cold, and he pushed the muzzle of his gun forward an inch, forcing the old policeman to take two steps back.

"First warning. If you do not kneel down, it will be considered as resisting arrest with a weapon, and you will be killed without exception."

This is absolutely not a joke.

The old policeman stared at the dark muzzle of the gun and the soldier's finger on the trigger, and cold sweat broke out on his brow. He had arrested many people in his life, but he had never seen anything like this.

We're not here to do business, we're here to fight.

He obediently covered his head and squatted down on the ground.

The other young police officers were already terrified; every single one of them crouched down on the ground with their heads in their hands.

in the hall.

Zhou Weiguo led a team of fully armed assault troops and strode in.

The policewoman at the front desk screamed in fright and crawled under the table.

"Control the communications room! Cut off all external communication!" Zhou Weiguo ordered as he strode towards the stairwell. "Anyone who dares to move is taken down!"

There were no obstacles.

This is a case of dimensional reduction attack.

Faced with absolute force, the so-called "law enforcement power" that is usually so arrogant and domineering becomes extremely fragile.

Shen Zhong was the last to enter the hall.

He wasn't wearing a hat, and the collar of his military uniform was undone, with a button undone. His hand, wrapped in gauze, was even bleeding.

The military boots made a clattering sound as they stepped on the marble floor.

Every step seemed to tread on the hearts of the police officers at the Guangming District Branch.

He glanced around at the police officers who were crouching with their heads in their hands in the lobby, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Is this the Jingzhou Public Security Bureau under Li Dakang's rule?"