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

"The instructor called specifically and told us not to come, saying he was afraid it would delay your recovery."

"But how can we be at ease, brothers? If we don't see it with our own eyes, we will feel like a stone is blocking our hearts."

Another old friend nodded and grinned, trying to crack a joke to lighten the mood, but a laugh wouldn't come out. "Yeah, the instructor also said that he knew you, Old Zhao, were vigorous and resolute, and that you were as strong as a calf, so he told us not to worry about it."

When he heard the word "instructor", Zhao Yuanchao's eyes softened for a moment.

He looked at the brothers who had shared life and death with him, and finally a smile appeared on his pale face.

He raised his leg and kicked the old comrade who said he was like a calf in the calf neither lightly nor hard.

"Fuck off!"

Zhao Yuanchao laughed and scolded, "Don't use your words to describe new recruits. If you use them on me, don't you think it's ugly?"

That kick and signal relaxed the tense atmosphere a little.

The general who was kicked was not angry. Instead, he chuckled and patted Zhao Yuanchao's shoulder vigorously: "Okay, okay, you are not a calf, you are a tiger! Okay? Damn it, who is so blind this time that dares to tamper with the tiger's whiskers!"

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere that had just eased dropped to freezing point again.

Everyone's gaze became sharp again, like knives, and they all swept towards the building of the Provincial Public Security Department.

"Yuan Chao, tell us the truth,"

The dark-faced old general spoke in a very low voice, every word spitting out from between his teeth, "Which bastard did it? Point it out, and I'll bring my men in right now and skin him alive!"

"Yes! Damn it, this is outrageous! How dare a local prosecutor torture the commander of our 20th Army?!"

"This is no longer a simple case, it's a provocation! It's a provocation to our entire military!"

"Old Zhao, don't stop us! If this incident doesn't turn into a bloodbath, no one will dare to ride on our necks and shit on us in the future!"

The sentiment is exciting.

These generals, who are used to killing and making decisions on the battlefield, have a simple and direct way of thinking.

When a brother suffers a great injustice, there is only one word for him - fight!

Use the most direct and violent method to get back the advantage!

Procedures and rules are all bullshit to them!

In an instant, more than a dozen murderous auras that were as solid as substance gathered together, turning into a raging wave, slamming heavily into the seemingly indestructible building.

In the building, the police officers who saw this scene through the glass windows turned pale and their legs went weak.

They had never seen such a terrifying scene. It was not the oppression of a large number of people, but a pure pressure from the top of the food chain. As long as those people gave an order, the whole building would collapse.

"Old Zhou, don't get excited."

Zhao Yuanchao raised his hand and pressed the shoulder of the old general who was clamoring to skin the other party alive.

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable power that instantly suppressed all the noise.

The general known as "Old Zhou" was the deputy commander of a group army in the Eastern Theater Command. He was famous for his hot temper, but under Zhao Yuanchao's gaze, he swallowed the rest of his words, but his chest was still heaving violently and he was breathing heavily from his nostrils.

Zhao Yuanchao glanced around at his old comrades, his eyes as calm as a deep pool.

"I know everyone is angry."

"I, Zhao Yuanchao, will remember this kindness in my heart."

He paused, his eyes sharpening. "But this is Handong, not our military camp. We are soldiers, and a soldier's duty is to defend our country, not to resort to violence in the local area."

"But they..."

Lao Zhou wanted to say something else.

"them?"

"They naturally have legal sanctions."

"Yuan Chao, what are you going to do?"

Zhao Yuanchao did not answer directly, but looked at a black Audi slowly approaching not far away.

License plate number: Han A00001.

The special car of Sha Ruijin, Secretary of the Handong Provincial Party Committee.

A meaningful smile appeared on Zhao Yuanchao's face.

"Don't worry."

"The actors are coming on stage one by one."

"We soldiers just need to move our little stools, sit in the best seats, and watch the show quietly."

As they spoke, everyone turned to look at Sha Ruijin's special car.

"Of course there is someone, hold Handong accountable!"

The invisible pressure shifted to Sha Ruijin as their gazes moved.

At this time, Sha Ruijin, who was sitting in the car, saw a group of generals looking at him with unfriendly eyes, and he knew that something serious had happened!

Chapter 103 Sha Ruijin: We are not here for tea! Give us an explanation for our 20 army troops!

As soon as the car door opened, cold air mixed with a murderous aura rushed in.

Sha Ruijin straightened his collar, and his face, which usually wore a gentle smile on TV, was now as stiff as a piece of iron.

Gao Yuliang, the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee next to him, narrowed his eyes slightly behind his glasses and calmly observed the group of generals in front of him who had walked directly down from the battlefield.

The two men got out of the car, and the driver and secretary didn't even dare to breathe.

The small open space in front of the Provincial Public Security Bureau has now become the boundary between two worlds.

On one side is the symbol of local administrative power, and on the other side is the sharpest blade of the state's violence machine.

"walk over."

Sha Ruijin whispered something to Gao Yuliang and started walking.

It was not an ordinary stroll, nor the steady pace of a leader's inspection, but a jog with obvious urgency.

The sound of leather shoes tapping on the concrete floor was particularly abrupt in the dead silence.

Gao Yuliang lagged behind by half a body length and followed closely.

His eyes quickly swept across the faces of Zhao Yuanchao and the generals around him, and his heart sank suddenly.

This situation was far more serious than he had imagined.

It was a distance of more than ten meters, but Sha Ruijin felt like he had walked for a century.

Those dozen or so gazes, like searchlights, illuminated him from inside out, making all his prepared official documents and soothing words stuck in his throat, seeming so pale and powerless.

Finally, he stood in front of Zhao Yuanchao, forced out what he thought was the most sincere smile on his face, and stretched out his hands.

"Chief Zhao!"

Sha Ruijin's voice was half a notch higher than usual, trying to dispel the solemnity in front of him with enthusiasm. "I'm sorry to have frightened you! On behalf of the Handong Provincial Party Committee and the Provincial Government, I express my deepest condolences to you!"

Zhao Yuanchao's eyes were as calm as water. He stretched out his right hand and shook hands with Sha Ruijin.

Sha Ruijin felt that the other person's palm was dry and strong, like a branding iron. The temperature was not high, but it carried an irresistible force.

"Secretary Sha, you're welcome."

Zhao Yuanchao's voice was very flat, and no emotion could be heard.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, this is what we should do!"

Sha Ruijin tightly grasped Zhao Yuanchao's hand, grasping at a lifeline, and quickly assured him, "Captain Zhao, don't worry! Regarding the Handong incident, I, Sha Ruijin, hereby give you a military order! I promise to investigate thoroughly and thoroughly! No matter who it is, no matter who is involved, I will not tolerate or cover up!"

He spoke with absolute certainty, and every word carried weight.

This is the highest commitment he can make as the provincial party secretary.

However, these words did not bring about the expected easing.

The expressions of the generals standing behind Zhao Yuanchao did not change at all.

The dark-skinned old general hummed. The sound was not loud, but it was like a needle, accurately piercing the aura created by Sha Ruijin's words.

The gazes of the others were even more undisguised, changing from scrutiny to naked murderous intent.

That's not a metaphor; it's real, a murderous aura honed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Sha Ruijin felt his back instantly soaked with cold sweat, and the smile on his face froze, looking extremely funny.

He awkwardly let go of her hand and turned to the others, trying to lighten the mood. "Thank you for your hard work, leaders, for coming all this way. This isn't a good place to talk, and the wind is strong. I've already made arrangements. Why don't we go to the Provincial Party Committee building, sit down, have a cup of hot tea, and talk in detail?"

He pointed in the direction of the provincial party committee building, his posture extremely humble, his tone almost pleading.

In his opinion, as long as he could invite these evil spirits into his home turf, there would still be room for maneuver.

In the conference room and at the negotiating table, he has countless ways to resolve the crisis at hand.

"Tea?"

The hot-tempered Deputy Commander Zhou took a step forward, and his military boots slammed heavily on the ground with a dull sound.

He grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, but there was no smile in his face.

"Secretary Sha, we are not here to sightsee in Handong, nor are we here to eat and drink with you."

His voice was rough, like sandpaper rubbing against the eardrums of everyone present: "Our commander, the active commander of the 20th Army, is in this building behind you, being interrogated like a prisoner! He's being tortured! And now you tell us to go have tea?"

He extended a thick finger, pointed directly at the gate of the Provincial Public Security Bureau, and asked word by word, "Can you smooth this over with just a few words and a cup of tea?!"

"This……"

Sha Ruijin's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he couldn't utter a word.

Another general with the rank of lieutenant general, who had remained silent, also spoke. His voice was relatively calm, but it carried more weight.

"Secretary Sha, Secretary Gao."

He nodded as a greeting, "We are not here today to represent ourselves, nor to represent any particular unit. We stand here to represent the entire military."

He glanced around at his colleagues, and finally his gaze fell on Sha Ruijin's face again, his eyes as sharp as a scalpel.

"It's rare since the founding of the People's Republic of China that our military officers have been treated this way at the local level. This isn't a simple law enforcement error, nor is it a misunderstanding. This is a blatant provocation and humiliation to our entire military!"