I listened to my sister's words today.

The platoon leader and the director came to the office and took out the recording of the follow-up visit that day.

The moment the recorder was pressed, the air seemed to freeze, and only a string of gloomy and aggressive threatening words came out from it, like a knife stabbing straight into the ear.

The director's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, his face turned from ashen to pale, and finally even turned green, as if someone had exposed his shortcomings on the spot.

"This...comrade, there must be some misunderstanding here!"

The director spoke awkwardly, forcing a smile, but there was a hint of panic in his voice.

"Logically speaking, auxiliary police officers won't handle return visits..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

*Bang! "With a loud bang, the office door was kicked open and hit the wall hard, causing dust to fall.

The director and the platoon leader were both stunned and looked in the direction of the voice.

It was none other than Li Rui, who was secretly standing at the door and eavesdropping.

At this moment, he was like a mouse caught in the act, his eyes flickering and cold sweat running down his forehead.

However, before he could open his mouth to explain, a stern-faced guard rushed in from outside and carried him in like a chicken.

Li Rui struggled twice, but the guard's grip was so strong that he didn't give him any chance to break free.

The director's gaze followed the guard, but suddenly froze the next second, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

Following closely behind him was a tall and majestic man, carrying four golden stars of generals on each side of his shoulders!

The golden light dazzled the director's eyes and his head went blank. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.

He had never seen such a high-ranking official in his life. Moreover, the other party brought an invisible sense of oppression as soon as he entered the room, as if the entire air in the room was controlled by him.

Before everyone could recover from their shock, the old man snorted coldly, walked forward angrily, and kicked them without any hesitation.

The kick was fast and fierce, making a sound of wind when it landed, and it directly kicked the tall man's calf.

The man was caught off guard and stumbled.

The atmosphere in the entire office suddenly became tense. Everyone held their breath, not daring to even breathe, for fear that the situation would get completely out of control in the next second.

The old man was like an erupting volcano, his whole body filled with uncontrollable anger.

He pointed at the director, his voice deep and trembling: "Look at your men, what have they become! They know the law is broken, they abuse their power for personal gain, and yet they still have the nerve to wear this police uniform!"

This angry rebuke exploded in the office like thunder.

The director wanted to explain something, but he was not given the chance.

The old man waved his hands in anger, shocking everyone in the room so much that they couldn't help but take a step back.

"I must get to the bottom of today's incident!

"How dare you say you don't know anything about what that scumbag Li Rui dared to do?!"

Upon hearing this, the director's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. He took a few steps back, his voice trembling, "Commander..."

This matter is indeed... there is indeed a misunderstanding! Li Rui... he..."

"Misunderstand?"

The old man's eyes flashed, and he glanced at the director coldly, his voice like an ice knife passing by.

"Did I mishear the threat in the recording because of my poor hearing, or do you think I'm a fool?"

The director felt a chill run down his spine as he was stared at. His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

The platoon leader stood aside with his head down and remained silent, his fists clenched tightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Li Rui!" The old man turned around and shouted angrily, his voice as deafening as a bell.

"Tell me! Is that you in the recording? What did you do? Tell me everything in front of me!"

Li Rui was shaking all over, his face was pale, and his lips trembled for a long time, but he could only utter a trembling sentence: "I... I..."

"Can't explain it clearly?" The old man slammed the table so hard that the whole room shook.

He said coldly, "Come here, play the recording again so everyone can hear how this comrade threatened the masses!"

Without a word, the platoon leader pressed the playback button on the recorder. The harsh, threatening voice echoed again in the room.

Every word was like a nail piercing everyone's ears.

"Don't think calling the police will help! I'm telling you, I have the final say in this area! If you dare to say anything, your whole family will suffer!"

The voice in the recording was gloomy and aggressive, it was Li Rui's voice.

At this moment, everyone was silent, and the air was filled with oppression.

The director's face was as white as a piece of paper, and Li Rui's legs went weak and he fell to his knees.

His voice choked with sobs: "Old Chief, I... I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please forgive me this time!"

The old man sneered, his voice without a trace of emotion: "Forgive you?"

"Li Rui, you've not only discredited yourself, but also disgraced the entire police force! People like him are a disaster if we keep them around!"

As he said that, he directly pulled out the guard's gun. With a "click", the sound of the gun being loaded exploded in the empty office, shaking everyone.

Just as the old man was about to raise the muzzle of his gun and point it towards the door, a roar suddenly came from the corridor.

The office glass was shaken slightly: "Yun Zhendong! Put down the gun!"

Before he finished speaking, a figure rushed in. It was Wen Changqing.

His face was ashen, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were as sharp as torches. He could take in the entire situation in the room with just one glance.

Obviously, he already knew everything that was happening outside.

Wen Changqing quickly walked up to Yun Zhendong, grabbed the gun without saying a word, and skillfully removed the magazine. His movements were clean and neat, as if he had practiced it countless times.

Finally, he separated the gun and the magazine and threw them mercilessly onto the director's desk with a crisp sound.

The director huddled in a corner, with two state-level officials standing in his office at the same time. The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

As a deputy section-level cadre, he didn't even dare to speak and could only hide in the corner.

Wen Changqing spoke in a deep voice, with a hint of oppression in his words: "Lao Yun, what do you mean? Do you know how hard it is for grassroots police officers? They work overtime every day and can't even take care of their families!

"If the law is strictly enforced, wouldn't those unlicensed electric bikes and tricycles be caught?"

"There are so many of them out there, how can we catch them all? If we really conduct a comprehensive investigation, do you know how much public outrage it will cause?"

Wen Changqing's voice was not loud, but every word he said was like a hammer, hitting everyone's heart coldly. The office was silent and even the breathing became cautious.

The old man did not refute, his eyes dropped slightly, but his fists clenched tighter, veins bulging on the back of his hands.