I listened to my sister's words today.

He Yuchuan was in the car with a serious expression, his eyes fixed on the screen of his mobile phone, his thumb swiping across the screen quickly, almost without pausing.

He dialed Lao Yun's number repeatedly, but after the call was connected, only a mechanical and cold voice echoed from the other end.

"The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please call again later."

After several attempts, there was a beep from the receiver and the phone was turned off.

His hand holding the phone tightened, his brows furrowed, as if he could squeeze the phone into cracks.

The moment he put down his phone, He Yuchuan let out a long breath, but it did not relieve the headache that was coming on him.

Fatigue surged over him like a tide, he closed his eyes and pressed his temples.

Recently, he has been busy with state affairs and has hardly had a chance to breathe.

And now, something suddenly happened to Lao Yun, which really made him feel even more annoyed.

Outside the car window, traffic on Beijing's Fifth Ring Road flows endlessly, and neon lights and street lights intertwine, making the cold night look slightly pale.

Twenty minutes later, two military vehicles came speeding one after the other and suddenly stopped in front of a police station on the Fifth Ring Road in Beijing.

One was an army green truck, its tires kicking up a thin layer of dust.

The other one was a Mengshi, its military green body reflecting a faint light under the lights.

The co-pilot door of the Mengshi was suddenly pushed open with a "bang", and an officer in military uniform with a stern face stepped down.

His footsteps were firm, and his military boots made crisp sounds as they stepped on the ground.

He turned around and whispered something briefly to the deputy platoon leader who got out of the car, then strode towards the main gate of the police station without hesitation.

The deputy platoon leader immediately nodded, turned and walked towards the truck, raised his hand and knocked on the guardrail of the carriage.

After hearing the signal, the soldiers sitting in the carriage quickly formed a team and jumped off the car with smooth movements.

They were fully armed, with the steel guns in their hands shining with a cold metallic luster. Each of them had a sharp look in his eyes and was full of murderous intent.

The police officers in the police station heard the noise outside and ran out.

They thought it was just an ordinary dispute or emergency, but they didn't expect to be faced with such a scene - military vehicles, soldiers with live ammunition, and imposing officers.

This scene completely stunned them, and some even swallowed unconsciously.

The leading officer had already stepped into the police station.

Several police officers tried to step forward to inquire about the situation, but were pushed away rudely by the soldiers.

Each of them was as strong as an iron tower, moving swiftly and without a trace of drag.

At this moment, the sentry post at the door was quickly taken over by several soldiers. Their movements were clean and neat, as if they had practiced it countless times.

The atmosphere at the entrance of the police station suddenly became tense. A cold wind blew past, and the police officers stood there looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

The officer had walked to the center of the police station lobby.

He glanced around without any extra expression, taking in the entire hall.

Then he took out a document from the inside pocket of his military uniform and slammed it hard on the duty desk. The sound made the whole hall quiet down.

"Who is your person in charge?"

His voice was low, but carried unquestionable authority.

The police officer on duty was stunned for a moment, and then a middle-aged police officer who was a little older and had one bar and three flowers on his epaulettes hurried out.

He suppressed his inner panic and tried to remain calm: "I am the duty officer here. What can I do for you..."

The officer pushed the document in front of him without waiting for him to finish.

"According to orders from above, this area is to be sealed off immediately. All vehicles and personnel entering and leaving must be registered and inspected. No one may leave without permission."

The director lowered his head and glanced at the red seal and markings on the document, his expression instantly turning ugly.

He suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked cautiously: "Excuse me...what happened?"

The officer gave him a cold look, without giving a direct answer, his tone remaining icy: "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, just follow orders."

As soon as the words fell, a soldier at the door quickly walked up to the officer, stood at attention and saluted: "Report, the perimeter security has been arranged."

"Except for the person in charge, all police officers here should leave."

After giving the order again, he turned his gaze to the director, with a hint of urging in his tone.

"Immediately count all personnel in the police station and bring over body cameras within the past five months and an auxiliary police officer with a police number."

The director's face froze when he heard this. Although he was full of questions, he was facing this group of fully armed soldiers and the officer with a powerful aura in front of him.

He didn't dare to say anything more, so he could only nod and agree: "Okay."

Just as the director turned around, he heard the officer's low warning voice in his ear: "Remember, what happened tonight involves confidential information. No one is allowed to spread it. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

The director paused, a layer of cold sweat already seeping out of his back. He didn't dare look back, but simply nodded emphatically and walked quickly to the duty room to arrange for someone to retrieve the information.

And in a corner just after walking out of the hall, a young auxiliary police officer couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

"What on earth just happened? Why are the troops here..."

An old policeman next to him glared at him fiercely: "Stop talking nonsense and focus on your own business!"

The atmosphere in the hall was still solemn. Everyone held their breath and carefully completed every order given by the officer.

Outside the door, those fully armed soldiers stood in the cold wind, their eyes fixed straight ahead, the steel guns in their hands shining coldly under the dim street lights.

The director walked into the duty room with suppressed emotions, trying to make his steps appear steady.

This request was too sudden and strange.

Police signal…….

While trying hard to recall the background of this auxiliary police officer, he arranged for other police officers to retrieve the law enforcement recorder data within five months.

"Director, what's going on?" the deputy director in the duty room asked in a low voice.

The director took a deep breath and whispered, "Don't ask. The military wants us to do what they ask."

The deputy director nodded, stopped asking questions, and turned to arrange for personnel to complete the task.

However, the oppressive atmosphere made everyone's movements seem mechanical and stiff.

The computer screen flickered, data from the body camera was being extracted rapidly, and the humming sound of the hard drive was particularly harsh in the dead air.

At the same time, the director found the detailed information of **alarm number** from the system.

Looking at the photo that appeared on the screen, I was slightly shocked. It turned out to be this person.

"Why him?"

His impression of Li Rui was not deep, but not shallow either - his work ability was average, and his personality was not particularly good.

But the completion rate of follow-up visits was very good, so I didn’t say anything.

But I have never heard that this person has any special background, let alone any connection with the military.

At this time, there was a knock on the office door, and a police officer walked in quickly with a stack of organized law enforcement recorder data storage devices in his hand.

"Director, everything is ready."

The director nodded, took the equipment, and turned around and ordered, "Go call Li Rui over."

After a while, Li Rui hurried to the hall with obvious nervousness on his face.

Obviously, he also felt the strong oppressive atmosphere around him, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at the soldiers who were armed with live ammunition.

The officer's gaze fell on him like a knife, making him feel a chill down his spine.

"Li Rui." The officer spoke coldly, his voice revealing an unquestionable majesty.