Official Career Storm
Chapter 621

Chapter 621: Chapter 621

"Taken care of?"

Uncle Hong didn’t speak; instead, he pressed the muzzle tighter: "How many of you came?"

This time, Song Guanchao didn’t interrupt.

He knew that this fearsome-looking older man wanted to confirm the numbers.

Conveniently, he could also check against his own count to see if they matched.

If they matched, it meant no lies had been told.

If they didn’t, Uncle Hong would really fire his gun!

"Eighteen."

Uncle Hong looked up at Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao nodded: "It matches."

Uncle Hong stood up, put away his gun, and asked, "What about the two girls?"

"They’re hiding."

He didn’t know Uncle Hong, nor did he know his background.

But judging by his deft movements and marksmanship, he must have come from the military.

He was quite curious; where did the city police find such an impressive character?

Uncle Hong nodded, took out a satellite phone from his backpack, and dialed a number: "I’ve found the people. They’re in good condition, no injuries."

After hanging up, Uncle Hong knocked out the three people, then went over and knocked out the other three as well.

After dealing with them, he said, "Let’s go."

They returned to the base of the tree where the two girls were, munching on biscuits like little squirrels.

Hearing the noise, they immediately stopped their movements.

Not until Song Guanchao arrived beneath the tree did he say, "Come down."

The girls climbed down from the tree, followed by Song Guanchao.

At that moment, a thunderous noise came from afar.

Uncle Hong looked towards the source of the sound, surprised to see even a helicopter dispatched.

This girl... she really cares a lot about this young man.

He couldn’t help but give Song Guanchao another couple of scrutinizing looks.

In all these years, he had never seen Wu Qiangwei care so much about any man.

Song Guanchao felt extremely uncomfortable under the old man’s gaze.

"Sir, may I ask your surname?"

"Hehe."

"???"

What’s with the hehe?

Seeing that Uncle Hong ignored him, he didn’t bother to make a fuss.

When the helicopter passed by them, Uncle Hong picked up the satellite phone again and dialed Director Liang’s number: "Stop flying, we’re right below you."

...

Zheng Bihui learned that the chairman of New City Company had rented two helicopters from the tourism bureau.

He had calculated every possibility but hadn’t anticipated the tourism bureau having helicopters.

He knew he couldn’t stop it now.

After much thought, Zheng Bihui called Director Qin: "Dispatch all available police to the area, spare no effort to search for Song Guanchao!"

...

The helicopter landed, and Song Guanchao helped Zhou Qian, who had twisted her ankle, and Wu Yun disembark.

Wu Xinan came down from the other helicopter, ran over, and hugged his daughter tightly.

He stroked his daughter’s hair, looking at her dirty cheeks and clothes that were barely intact.

Her arms and thighs were covered in scratches, knees and elbows were scraped raw - it pained him immensely.

"Dad, I’m fine," Wu Yun tried to act nonchalant, but upon seeing her father’s reddened eyes, her feigned strength suddenly gave way, and tears streamed down her face.

Liang Jianfeng walked over, looked at the equally disheveled Song Guanchao, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"A motley crew. Even if they doubled their numbers, they would still end up as corpses," Song Guanchao bragged.

Liang Jianfeng chuckled, then tossed him a phone: "Call Secretary Wu to report you’re safe. Secretary Wu is very concerned about you."

Song Guanchao felt a stir in his heart.

She’s worried about me?

He took the phone and walked aside to dial the number.

"Beep... beep..."

"Director Liang..."

"Secretary, it’s me."

"..." Hearing the voice she knew all too well, Wu Qiangwei’s emotions suddenly surged.

After a dozen seconds, she spoke with calmness: "Are you hurt?"

"Got a bit of a fever, just some scratches, nothing else."

"Get to the hospital for treatment; don’t leave any sequelae."

"Okay."

"Give the phone to Director Liang."

Song Guanchao walked over and handed the phone back to Liang Jianfeng.

Two helicopters, after dropping them off, lifted off again with several police officers, continuing the flight into the mountains.

Director Gu was very excited; he had originally thought it was just an ordinary car accident, but to his surprise, it turned out to be intentional murder!

Once he had arrested these villagers, it would be a great achievement!

Ten minutes later, Song Guanchao and his two companions were already on their way to Lingjiang.

Liang Jianfeng stayed at the scene, while Wu Xinan accompanied them back.

On the way, Song Guanchao learned that Li Zhuang had been apprehended but refused to confess.

The village chief of Huangni Village, Li Dashan, and the town mayor of Panlong Town, Zhang Wei, had both been detained.

Additionally, Wang Changwei had disappeared.

Song Guanchao said, "Secretary Wu, take me to An County Public Security Bureau."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"You’re still sick; go to the hospital first."

"A low fever is nothing."

Song Guanchao said, "I need to talk to Li Zhuang; he must be controlling Wang Changwei."

On the one hand, Secretary Wu was worried about Song Guanchao’s health, but on the other, this matter was indeed important.

In the end, he still took him to the Police Department.

"I’ll take them to the hospital first to get their wounds treated, and then I’ll come back to pick you up."

"Okay."

When Song Guanchao got out of the car, Director Liu, who had been waiting, came up to greet him and was shocked to see Song Guanchao looking like a beggar.

"Secretary Song, what happened to you..."

"Li Zhuang is ruthless, sending 18 villagers armed with guns and knives after me, but I was lucky to survive."

Song Guanchao spoke lightly, but Director Liu’s heart was pounding.

To survive that—it wasn’t just that he had a big life, but his luck was insanely good.

Walking into the police station.

Song Guanchao pushed open the door of the interrogation room.

When Li Zhuang saw Song Guanchao, he knew he had lost.

A man who could send Hou Wen and Chen Guanyun to jail was certainly no simple character.

Song Guanchao sat down, caught the regret in his eyes, and smiled, "Secretary Li, to be honest, I think you’re pretty awesome."

Li Zhuang smiled and said, "I don’t know what Secretary Song is talking about."

He had no idea how Song Guanchao had survived and left Old Mountain.

He also didn’t know if he had met with Li Yougui and his people.

If he hadn’t met them, he would only have to face a series of charges like fraud and corruption.

If he had met them, he’d have to shoulder an additional charge of "intentional homicide."

Before he figured out what exactly had happened, he had to continue pretending to be dumb and mute.

"Does Secretary Li think I’m mocking you?"

Song Guanchao shook his head, "I truly think you’re awesome."

"I didn’t expect you to be so decisive, to strike as soon as you said it."

"But your luck hasn’t been very good."

"The folks like Li Yougui, they are a ragtag bunch, and your preparations were not adequate. If I were you, I would have prepared real guns instead of airguns."

Hearing this, Li Zhuang’s last shred of hope was shattered.

He knew about Li Yougui and the others’ airguns, which clearly meant they had encountered each other.

And moreover, Song Guanchao had left from their clutches alive.

Song Guanchao took out a cigarette he had grabbed from Wu Xinan, tossed one to him, and lit one for himself.

After not smoking for a few days, Song Guanchao took a deep drag, leaned back in the chair, and said, "Secretary Li, it’s not too late to rein in at the brink of the precipice. Have your people bring Wang Changwei back."

Li Zhuang finished a cigarette and said, "I want to see a lawyer."

"Alright, I’ll arrange that for you later."

Song Guanchao smiled faintly, grabbed the cigarettes, and walked away.

Director Liu came to greet him, and Song Guanchao said, "Director Liu, get him an assigned counsel."

Leaving the Police Department, he stood at the entrance waiting for Wu Xinan, thinking it was time to give Qu Xiangru a call and have her arrange things.

Reaching automatically for his pocket, he then remembered he had no phone on him.

At that moment, a police car with a foreign license plate pulled up.

A young officer came over and said, "Secretary Song, your phone."

Song Guanchao was a bit surprised; the phone arrived just in time.

"Thank you."

"No need for thanks, and these are Wu Yun’s and Zhou Qian’s phones; please help pass them on."

"Okay."

After the police officer left, Song Guanchao pulled out Qu Xiangru’s number and dialed it.

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