Official Career Storm
Chapter 408

Chapter 408: Chapter 408

Officer Zhang’s forehead was beaded with a layer of fine, cold sweat.

The journalist swallowed hard and couldn’t resist asking, "Officer Zhang, those people just now, they were criminals, weren’t they?"

He kind of didn’t dare to continue the interview.

As a journalist, he did have an eye for people.

The young men who had just come in one after another had an air about them that was too obviously military.

Besides, firearms were banned in the country.

It would make sense for criminals to have one or two guns.

But damn, seven in a row, all armed.

This was outrageous!

Officer Zhang’s mouth gaped open as he said with a hollow heart, "They should be, I guess."

"..."

Should be, you’re telling me they should be?

At that moment.

A car drove into the parking lot.

Director Yao walked in with a light step and saw the journalist conducting an interview. He laughed heartily, "Xiao Zhang, well done."

Officer Zhang forced an unnatural smile, and the journalist stayed silent.

Director Yao noticed something was off with their expressions, but he didn’t mind, assuming they were just scared by the armed criminals.

"Where are the criminals?"

"In the interrogation room, Director Yao..."

Officer Zhang was about to explain the situation when another young man dressed in camouflage walked in.

Officer Zhang’s brain told him not to draw his gun.

But his body reacted reflexively and he pulled out his pistol, pointing it at the young man, barking, "Hands on your head!"

The newcomer looked bewildered as he complied.

Officer Zhang regretted his outburst as soon as he had finished shouting, but now he had no choice but to brace himself, step forward, and in front of Director Yao, search and remove the handgun from the man’s waist.

This overly professional maneuver even made Director Yao pause in surprise.

"Xiao Zhang, not bad!" Director Yao patted his shoulder, commending him.

Officer Zhang’s smile was strained.

Director Yao said, "Let’s go in and take a good look at what’s going on."

Arriving at the interrogation room, Director Yao was taken aback.

Why were there so many people in the interrogation room?

He turned his head and asked, "Are all these people criminals?"

The officer in charge of the interrogation said, "Yes."

"So many?"

Director Yao asked, "How many guns in total?"

The officer glanced at the young man who had just been brought in and said, "Including this one, ten."

"How many?"

"Ten."

"..."

Director Yao stared at the camouflage uniforms on these men, feeling that something was off.

Moreover, although these people had been brought to the interrogation room, they were all sitting up straight.

Especially two of them, who had an indescribable presence.

A scene suddenly flashed through his mind.

When he was driving over, he had seen a lot of military vehicles parked by the roadside.

A bad premonition surged in his heart.

Director Yao, panicked.

He looked towards the two men of extraordinary bearing and found them looking back with an amused gaze.

Just then, Officer Zhang suddenly rushed in through the large doors of the interrogation room, panicking, "Director Yao, our police department is surrounded!"

"What?" Director Yao did not quite understand, "The police department is surrounded?"

"Yes!"

Director Yao pushed him aside and hurried outside.

Reaching the entrance of the police station, he was stunned.

In the courtyard of the police station, military green off-road vehicles with a menacing design had appeared, parked all around, seemingly out of nowhere.

The license plates were uniform with red characters on a white background.

The vehicles were facing the entrance of the police station, and their bright headlights lit the entire place like daytime, dazzling them so much that they could hardly open their eyes.

The signalman, seeing someone come out, grabbed the walkie-talkie and commanded, "Everyone, dismount!"

Director Yao raised his hand to his forehead, squinting his eyes.

That’s when he saw the doors of these vehicles open in unison.

Then, one by one, soldiers jumped out, quickly assembling in front of the vehicles.

He watched, wide-eyed, as a group of scattered soldiers formed into well-organized ranks in the blink of an eye, without a single command being given.

And these soldiers, every one of them was armed, fully equipped!

Director Yao began to panic inside.

That uneasy feeling became increasingly strong.

"Tap, tap!"

The combat boots struck the ground with a crisp, rhythmic sound.

The communications soldier, towering over one meter ninety, approached the door, and even standing three steps below, he was still half a head taller than Director Yao.

He looked down at Director Yao and said in a deep voice, "Hello, please call out the leaders of the Police Department."

Director Yao stammered, "I, I am the Director, my name is Yao Jinsheng."

"Hello, Director Yao, I need to file a report."

"File a report?"

Director Yao doubted if there was something wrong with his ears.

A gang of soldiers, armed with guns, running to the police station to file a report?

Who the hell would dare to trouble you guys?

"What report do you want to file?"

"Our Political Commissioner and Captain, along with eight comrades, went missing in your police station."

"..."

It was over.

Director Yao felt dizzy.

Behind him, Officer Zhang, hearing these words, also felt the room spinning.

I’ve really detained the wrong people.

Director Yao took a deep breath to suppress the panic in his heart.

He turned around with a deadly glare at Officer Zhang, who dared not meet his gaze.

"There might have been some misunderstanding," Director Yao squeezed out a smile.

"Misunderstanding?"

The communications soldier asked indifferently, "What misunderstanding? Does Director Yao know where my leaders and comrades are?"

"Cough, well... just wait a moment, please."

Director Yao turned around and kicked furiously, "What are you waiting for? Go release them now!"

Officer Zhang scurried to the interrogation room and came back in a few minutes.

Seeing him return alone, Director Yao couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded, "Where are they!"

Officer Zhang’s face was downcast, "They refuse to come out."

Damn!

Director Yao felt like killing him.

The communications soldier’s face darkened and he said, "Director Yao, you’ve detained my leaders and comrades?"

"No, no, it’s a misunderstanding, comrade, it’s a misunderstanding..."

"A misunderstanding?" The communications soldier snorted coldly, turned around and commanded, "All personnel, attention!"

"Thud!"

The soldiers snapped to attention, the stomping of their boots particularly harsh on the ears in the silence of the night at the Police Department.

The communications soldier ordered, "Immediately enter combat readiness!"

Director Yao’s heart skipped three beats.

He saw the soldiers raise their rifles, fingers resting on the triggers.

Director Yao nearly wet himself.

He wanted to say something, but the communications soldier had turned and left, pulling out his phone and dialing someone.

It was finished, completely finished.

Director Yao was panicking, and upon seeing Officer Zhang nearby, his anger boiled over, lifting his foot for a kick, "Are you fucking stupid, even daring to detain military personnel!"

"I, I didn’t know," Officer Zhang trembled.

This situation had gotten seriously out of hand.

At the very least, he was going to be stripped of his position.

The journalists, along with the cameraman, silently retreated to a corner, pretending they didn’t exist.

Director Yao swore and swore, but he still needed to find a solution.

He rushed to the interrogation room, pushed open the door, and said with a placating smile, "Which one of you is the Political Commissioner?"

Political Commissioner Zhong responded, "I am."

Director Yao stepped forward to shake his hand, "Hello, hello, may I ask how the Political Commissioner is addressed?"

"Zhong."

"So, it’s Political Commissioner Zhong. This whole affair, it’s a misunderstanding, I hope Commissioner Zhong won’t take it to heart."

Political Commissioner Zhong was known for his good temper, but even the best of tempers have their limits.

His intention was not to escalate the issue.

But the people at Dujiang County Police Station were pushing him to make it a bigger deal.

Moreover, it wasn’t just about Song Guanchao anymore, it was about their military’s reputation.

Thus, he had no intention of giving face to the other party.

"A misunderstanding?" Political Commissioner Zhong shook his head, chuckled coldly, closed his eyes, and leaned back in the chair, ignoring his explanations.

Director Yao was at his wits’ end.

Detaining people was easy, but now letting them go had become impossible.

He didn’t know who the soldier outside was calling, but it was definitely someone important.

If he didn’t manage to release these people soon, he couldn’t imagine what chaos could ensue tonight.

But the other side clearly wasn’t buying what he was selling, no matter what he said, they just closed their eyes as though they hadn’t heard him.

Desperate, Director Yao could only instruct his subordinates to serve them the best tea and cigarettes while he went out to call County Magistrate Hou for help.

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