Hou Liangping arrested a hawkish general, and his father-in-law panicked

Dead silence.

In the interrogation room.

Hou Liangping, lying on the ground, looked like a pool of mud dried by the scorching sun, and even his breathing became weak.

Chen Hai's hateful bark shattered his last bit of dignity.

Ji Changming's heart-wrenching words completely burned the belief system on which he depended for survival into ashes.

The Zhong family abandoned him.

The person he wanted to bite, Sha Ruijin, turned out to be the one who saved him.

Yes, explain!

As long as he can find the legendary Zhao Yuanchao, he will definitely be able to explain it clearly!

This is all a misunderstanding!

It's a huge misunderstanding!

He is the director of the Investigation Department of the Anti-Corruption Bureau. He came here with a special sword of authority, and all his actions are in the performance of his duties.

As long as he is allowed to state it in person, the general will definitely understand. People in the military are the most reasonable and they value evidence the most!

Once this idea took root, it grew like wild weeds, instantly occupying his entire mind.

This was his last hope, the only piece of driftwood he could grab.

"Ho...ho..."

Hou Liangping's throat made a rumbling sound. He supported himself on the cold ground with his elbows, trembling and struggling, trying to get up from the ground.

His suit had long been wrinkled like a rag, covered with dust and something that was either sweat or tears, and looked disheveled.

He raised his head, and his once high-spirited face was now filled with fear and a morbid fanaticism.

His gaze passed Ji Changming and Chen Hai and turned to the officer who had been standing in the corner, silent as a statue.

"Let...let me see General Zhao Yuanchao!"

His voice was hoarse and dry, yet it carried a desperate edge. "I'll explain this to General Zhao! I'll tell him in person! This... this really is just a misunderstanding!"

After the words fell, the interrogation room fell into an even more eerie silence.

The expressions on Ji Changming and Chen Hai's faces were like those of a madman talking nonsense.

The contempt and disgust in their eyes almost solidified into substance.

At this point, this idiot still holds on to such naive and ridiculous fantasies?

"Snapped."

There was a crisp sound of leather shoes tapping on the ground.

Zhou Shoujing, the chief of staff of the 20th Army, who had been silent, walked out from the shadows.

He was wearing a neat military uniform, and the star on his shoulder reflected a cold light under the pale light of the interrogation room.

There was no unnecessary expression on his face. His eyes, like two deep wells filled with ice, just stared calmly at the disheveled man on the ground.

He approached step by step, each step stepping on Hou Liangping's heart.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Hou Liangping's eyes. He thought the other party was going to take him to see Zhao Yuanchao. He struggled and wanted to say something.

However, Zhou Shoujing stood in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly, and the words that came out of his thin lips were colder than the Siberian cold wave.

"Misunderstand?"

The word came out of his mouth with a strong, unmistakable sarcasm.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Shoujing's voice suddenly rose, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, filled with the murderous aura unique to soldiers, fiercely slashing at Hou Liangping's last fantasy.

"You are not worthy to see Chief Zhao!"

Just six words, each word is of great significance!

With a loud "boom", Hou Liangping's brain exploded completely.

Do not……

match?

These two words, like two red-hot steel needles, pierced his ears, pierced his eardrums, and reached his already fragile nerves.

His proud identity, his future, his background were all shattered at this moment by these two words.

He wasn't even worthy of explaining.

He doesn't even deserve a chance to explain.

Ji Changming looked at Hou Liangping's face, which turned as pale as paper in an instant, and uttered a short and cold sneer.

He slowly squatted down and looked at Hou Liangping, who was lying limp on the ground, his eyes full of undisguised mockery.

"Hou Liangping, ah Hou Liangping, you really are... you won't cry until you see the coffin."

Ji Changming shook his head, his tone full of pity, the kind of pity for a hopeless fool, "Still want to explain? Still think it's a misunderstanding?"

His voice was very low, but it was like the tongue of a poisonous snake, licking Hou Liangping's earlobe.

"Let me ask you this! When your people were arresting people with forged arrest warrants, why didn't you consider whether this was a misunderstanding?"

"You handcuffed him to an interrogation chair, pointed a multi-kilowatt light into his eyes for over ten hours, denied him water or sleep, and took turns conducting exhausting interrogations. Why didn't you wonder if this was a misunderstanding?"

"When you tortured General Zhao into admitting those fabricated charges, why didn't you ever consider whether this was all a fucking misunderstanding?!"

Every word of Ji Changming was accompanied by a specific, bloody scene, like a heavy hammer, hitting Hou Liangping's head again and again.

Hou Liangping's body began to tremble violently, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a "clack clack" sound.

He wanted to defend himself, saying that he didn't do it, but his subordinates acted on their own initiative.

However, Chen Hai's red eyes stared at him intently, and the hatred surging in them almost wanted to eat him alive.

"The forensic doctor has examined General Zhao's injuries."

"Blunt force injuries, electric shock injuries... Hou Liangping, when you lynched him, did you ever think about the consequences?"

"No...it's not me...I didn't..."

Hou Liangping finally broke down. Like a child whose lies had been exposed, he denied everything incoherently, tears and snot flowing uncontrollably, covering his face.

"Not you?"

Ji Changming stood up with a sneer, looking at him like he was a pile of trash. "You're the chief prosecutor! You're the commander-in-chief on the scene! Without your tacit approval and instructions, would your men have the guts to do such a cruel thing to an unidentified person?!"

"Hou Liangping, stop shirking your responsibility!"

Ji Changming's voice turned into a roar again, "You just want to force a confession out of him! You just want to pry his mouth open as quickly as possible so that you can take credit for this so-called confession!"

"You are a greedy, heartless beast!"

The complete, absolute, and irrefutable truth was torn open by Ji Changming bloodily and laid out before him.

All of Hou Liangping's psychological defenses collapsed at this moment.

He no longer struggled, no longer argued, and even no longer thought.

This once glorious director of the Anti-Corruption Bureau's Investigation Division, who was parachuted in from the capital and stirred up the entire Handong officialdom, has lost his former charm at this moment.

Zhou Shoujing glanced at it indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes, just watching the dying struggle of an ant.

Ji Changming closed his eyes tiredly and let out a long breath.

Chen Hai slowly turned around, unwilling to look at his former brother any longer.

At this time, outside the Provincial Public Security Bureau, more than a dozen generals and bigwigs gathered, and military vehicles were parked one after another!

"Fuck it! Let's see which little bastard is torturing Old Zhao!"

Chapter 102: Generals gather to punish Handong

Outside the gate of the Handong Provincial Public Security Department.

More than a dozen military off-road vehicles with special license plates, like a group of silent steel behemoths, formed a fan shape and locked the square at the entrance.

The car doors opened almost at the same time, and pairs of shiny military boots stepped on the concrete floor, making uniform, heart-pounding muffled sounds.

The people coming down were all wearing pine green uniforms for generals, and the general stars on their shoulders were shining with a cold and eerie light under the gloomy sky.

They are of different ages, some have gray hair on their temples, their faces are as if carved by knives and axes, full of traces of wind, frost and war; some are in their prime, with eyes as sharp as eagles, and their whole bodies reveal a brave spirit that can tear everything apart at any time.

Any one of these people could make the military tremble just by stomping their feet.

And at this moment, they gathered here, with only one thing in common in their expressions - gloomy and angry.

The murderous aura that could only be felt from crawling out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses spread out undisguisedly, making the surrounding air thick and sticky, causing passersby and vehicles to subconsciously take a detour, not daring to get close at all.

The leader was a burly, dark-complexioned old general who looked around the stately building of the Provincial Public Security Department, his eyes filled with undisguised brutality.

He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground with a "Pah!" sound, and the muffled thunder squeezed out of his throat: "Fuck it, I want to see which little beast has the guts to lynch Old Zhao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the revolving door of the Public Security Bureau was pushed open, and Zhao Yuanchao walked out surrounded by a group of people.

His military appearance was not neat, and there were even a few wrinkles on his uniform. His face was sickly pale and his lips were a little chapped.

But his back was still straight, like a spear piercing the blue sky.

When those eyes swept over, they were still deep and sharp, and no darkness could escape his gaze.

"Old Zhao!"

"Aid North Korea!"

The generals who were full of murderous intent just now, the moment they saw Zhao Yuanchao, the coldness on their faces that could freeze people to death instantly melted and turned into the purest anxiety and concern.

They surrounded him in a flash, and more than a dozen pairs of sharp eyes looked him up and down, trying to find out the wounds on his body one by one.

"Damn, he looks thinner!"

A general wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with an elegant temperament and a general star on his shoulder frowned and reached out to support Zhao Yuanchao's arm.

"How are you? Are you okay? Did those bastards do anything to you?"

The other one, who was impatient, started cursing directly.