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"Major General!"

Zhou Weiguo's heartfelt respectful address echoed in the empty corridor.

His gaze was filled with a soldier's natural admiration for the absolute strong.

Shen Zhong did not respond to him immediately, but calmly looked at the upright armed police captain in front of him.

The farce has ended, but the real aftershocks are just beginning.

Zhou Weiguo understood Shen Zhong's gaze. Without saying a word, he turned around abruptly to face his still-shocked subordinates and gave a concise and powerful order.

"Fall back!"

He paused, lowered his voice slightly, and spoke with an undeniable determination.

"No one is allowed to divulge a single word about what happened tonight! Keep it all to yourselves!"

"yes!"

More than a dozen special forces soldiers responded in unison, their voices subdued, but their actions showed no hesitation.

They withdrew quickly and in an orderly fashion, their heavy combat boots making a much quieter sound on the stairs than when they arrived.

Soon, the hallway returned to silence.

Outside the window, the glaring red and blue police lights went out one by one, and the sound of police car engines starting could be heard, then faded into the distance and finally disappeared into the deep night.

The noise, which had lasted for nearly an hour, finally subsided completely.

The family compound has returned to its quiet state, typical of the late night.

However, Zhou Weiguo did not leave with his team.

His teammates had all retreated, but he stood alone like a javelin, rooted straight to Shen Zhong's doorstep.

His position perfectly blocked the door, forming a natural barrier that prevented any possible outside prying.

Shen Zhong looked at him and finally spoke.

"Is there anything else?"

His voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

Zhou Weiguo took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and faced Shen Zhong again, his body tense, giving a perfect military salute.

His heels slammed together powerfully, making a crisp sound.

"Reporting, Major General!"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, yet it carried a resolute determination, as if he had nothing to lose.

"Captain Zhou Weiguo of the Special Operations Detachment of the Beijing Armed Police Corps requests to serve under you!"

After saying that, he raised his head and looked intently at Shen Zhong.

It was a look that was a mixture of fanaticism, worship, and longing.

Everything that happened tonight completely overturned his understanding of military life over the past two decades.

He witnessed firsthand how a living legend used the simplest and most direct methods to trample so-called tyranny underfoot and crush it to pieces.

That wasn't a power struggle, nor was it a transaction.

That was a kind of dimensional reduction attack stemming from absolute strength.

He knew this was an opportunity, an opportunity a soldier might only encounter once in his entire life.

Go and follow a true strongman, a general destined to reach even greater heights.

Once the thought arose, it grew wildly in his mind and could no longer be contained.

So he stayed.

They risked their future, they risked everything.

Shen Zhong quietly sized up the armed police captain in front of him.

Around thirty years old, with a square face and a determined look in his eyes.

In his eyes, Shen Zhong saw undisguised loyalty, courage, and a pure passion that belonged to a soldier.

He did not agree immediately.

He simply countered with, "Do you know what it means to follow me?"

This question was like a bucket of cold water poured over Zhou Weiguo's burning heart.

But he did not hesitate at all.

He straightened his chest and almost roared it out.

"It means obedience! It means fighting! It means sacrifice!"

He paused, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying the sharp, metallic quality of metal.

"I would gladly die for my country!"

There were no grand pronouncements, no flowery language.

Only the simplest, yet most weighty, answer.

This answer finally stirred a ripple in Shen Zhong's previously calm eyes.

He knew that once Zhou Weiguo set his sights on a goal, he would never waver.

This kind of loyalty is the most precious quality on the battlefield.

Shen Zhong didn't say anything more.

He nodded, acknowledging the other party's determination.

He took out his phone, unlocked it, and brought up the dial pad.

"Write it down."

Zhou Weiguo was startled, then realized what was happening and frantically pulled his phone out of his pocket.

He looked at the string of numbers Shen Zhong recited, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement, and carefully saved the number.

This is a private number.

Zhou Weiguo knew perfectly well the significance of this number.

"Go back and wait for news; someone will contact you."

In a word.

There were no unnecessary explanations or complicated procedures.

With just a casual remark, the transfer of a captain in the Beijing Armed Police Force was decided.

This energy, this power, made Zhou Weiguo's heart pound violently once again.

The fervor in his heart had now transformed into an unwavering conviction.

He made the right bet!

"yes!"

Zhou Weiguo saluted again, this time with a louder voice than ever before, filled with excitement and anticipation as he prepared to head to a new battlefield.

"Mission accomplished!"

He turned and walked away quickly.

His footsteps were firm, powerful, and full of new hope.

Until Zhou Weiguo's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Finally, some movement appeared on the tightly closed doors in the hallway.

Several doors quietly opened a crack.

Several heads peered cautiously towards Shen Zhong's house.

"Was that commotion just now... an arrest?"

"No way! Look at those soldiers, they were so respectful to that man in his pajamas!"

"My God, who's living in this building?!"

"Keep your voice down! Don't let anyone hear you!"

The whispers were extremely low, filled with awe and curiosity.

But no one dared to speak loudly, and no one dared to come out.

The impact of those dozen or so dark gun barrels on them was immense.

Shen Zhong ignored the prying gazes.

He turned around and gently closed the door.

"Click".

The sound of the door lock closing completely shut out all the noise and prying eyes from the outside world.

The whole world finally quieted down.

He turned around.

Then I saw my wife, He Xia, standing in the center of the living room.

She did not speak.

She simply looked at him quietly with a gaze he had never seen before.