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

Chen Hai looked into Hou Liangping's fanatical eyes.

He was inspired by this passion.

That was their ideal when they were young, and it was the original aspiration of their generation of legal professionals.

"OK!"

Chen Hai gritted his teeth, "Since you're so confident, I'll go crazy with you this once! For justice!"

"Good brother!"

Hou Liangping patted Chen Hai heavily on the shoulder, then turned to the driver and shouted, "To the north of the city! The abandoned militia training base!"

The Cheetah SUV roared, like a beast that had smelled blood, and sped off toward the north of the city.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was extremely oppressive throughout the journey.

Hou Liangping remained silent, his eyes closed, but his mind was frantically rehearsing the scene that was about to unfold.

He imagined himself rushing into the warehouse and finding those dusty but priceless ledgers.

He imagined Shen Zhong's panicked and regretful face after learning the news.

He even imagined the press conference, with countless flashes pointing at him, as he received the respect of the people of the whole country as an anti-corruption hero.

What will Zhong Xiaoai think of him?

What would his father-in-law, who always seemed so aloof, think of him?

They will understand that Hou Liangping is not a gigolo who rose to power through nepotism; he is a true sword of Damocles! A pillar of the nation!

"Prosecutor Hou, Director Chen, we've arrived."

The driver's voice interrupted Hou Liangping's reverie.

It was already dark, and the car was parked in a desolate field.

Before me was an old military camp surrounded by barbed wire. The red paint on the gate had peeled off, revealing rusty iron sheets.

This place used to be a militia training base, but it was later abandoned. The surrounding area is overgrown with weeds, and you can't even see a ghost.

"This is it."

Hou Liangping's heart pounded as he looked at the location Wang Pangzi had given him on his phone.

He pushed open the door and got out of the car, his feet rustling as he stepped on the dry grass.

Chen Hai also got off, cautiously observing his surroundings.

"Monkey, this place...why isn't there even a guard?"

Chen Hai frowned; his intuition as a veteran prosecutor told him that something was amiss.

Since it was an important location for storing "stolen goods," how could Shen Zhong be so careless as to not even leave a soldier on guard?

"An abandoned base, no one ever comes here, this is the safest hiding place."

Hou Liangping, however, was completely deaf to these criticisms; he was now blinded by the impending victory.

"Stop dawdling, hurry up! It'll be troublesome if Shen Zhong realizes what's happening and sends people to move things!"

Hou Liangping pulled a half-meter-long black crowbar from the trunk, which they had prepared beforehand.

Carrying a crowbar, he took the lead and strode towards the tightly closed iron gate.

It was already dusk.

The setting sun, like blood, cast his long shadow, which looked particularly menacing on the mottled iron gate.

The wind howled through the empty camp, sounding like it was crying or mocking.

Hou Liangping walked to the front gate and looked at the large iron lock hanging on the door knocker.

It has no technical sophistication; it's just an ordinary security lock.

"Hmph, even the most meticulous plans can have flaws."

Hou Liangping sneered and inserted the flat end of the crowbar into the gap between the lock beam and the door latch.

He took a deep breath, gripped the other end of the crowbar with both hands, and tensed the muscles in his arms.

"Hai Zi, turn on the body camera!"

Without turning his head, he shouted, "Record this historic moment!"

The iron crowbar was cold and rough, and heavy in his hand. This weight gave Hou Liangping a strange sense of security.

The evening wind howled across the open field, whipping up withered yellow weeds and slapping against the two rusty iron gates, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Hou Liangping inserted the flat end of the crowbar into the crack in the door.

The location was cleverly chosen, fitting perfectly at the junction of the padlock and the door latch.

He tried to exert force, the muscles in his arms tensed, and the shirt under his suit was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his back.

now it's right.

If this were just an ordinary abandoned warehouse, the lock would have fallen off at the slightest touch due to corrosion. But this lock, though it looks inconspicuous, is actually locked in place.

The harder it is to pry open, the more it indicates that something is hidden inside that they don't want others to see.

"Hai Zi, focus the camera."

Hou Liangping didn't turn around, but whispered a reminder to his old classmate behind him.

He needs this video.

This is not just about collecting evidence, but also a testament to the most glorious chapter in Hou Liangping's career.

In the future, this video will be played at the Party Group meeting of the Supreme People's Procuratorate, circulated in internal reference materials, and may even be used as an anti-corruption teaching material, repeatedly studied by countless younger generations.

In the scene, Hou Liangping, undaunted by power, ventures alone into the darkness, prying open the door to evil and bringing down the "military scoundrel" who held absolute power.

Just imagining that scene made his blood boil, and even his strength increased.

Chen Hai's hand holding the body camera was a little unsteady.

As a veteran prosecutor, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Everything went too smoothly.

From finding Fatty Wang to obtaining his confession, and then to finding this hiding place, everything went so smoothly that it was as if someone was pushing them from behind.

"Monkey, perhaps we should report to Chief Prosecutor Ji first..."

Before Chen Hai could finish speaking, Hou Liangping rudely interrupted him.

"Wait my ass! The opportunity is fleeting!"

Hou Liangping gritted his teeth, braced his right foot against the cement step below the gate, leaned back, and put all his weight on the crowbar.

The metal bent under stress, producing a piercing "creaking" sound.

He was struggling with the lock, and he was also struggling with his timid and hesitant past.

At that moment, he felt like the knight who wielded a sharp sword and severed the head of an evil dragon.

No procedure or rule can stand in the way of absolute justice!

"Open it... for me!"

Hou Liangping let out a low roar, veins bulging on his forehead, and suddenly increased his strength again.

"collapse!"

A crisp sound.

The seemingly sturdy padlock finally succumbed to violent damage; the lock bar broke, flew off, and crashed onto the concrete floor with a clanging sound.

The door opened.

With the remaining force of the crowbar, the two heavy iron doors slid open slowly to the sides, revealing a dark gap.

Hou Liangping was panting heavily, his face covered in sweat, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He threw the crowbar on the ground, ignoring the pain in his palms, and stepped forward to rush inside.

"Hai Zi! Keep up! Witness the moment of miracle..."

however.

Just as his toes touched the yellow and black warning line on the inside of the threshold.

Unexpected changes occurred suddenly.

"Ugh—!!!"

A piercing alarm blared overhead without warning.

That wasn't an ordinary alarm bell, nor was it a police siren.

That's the kind of air raid siren you only hear in war movies, representing the highest level of alert!

Deep, heavy, and extremely penetrating, it carried a sense of oppression that could stop one's heart, instantly tearing apart the tranquility of this wilderness.