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Qin Siyuan stood up and left the office with two other people.

At that moment, the deputy secretary of the district party committee called.

"Mayor Lin, Gao Feng, the general manager of Huilong Group, is taking a hard line. He will not pay the 45 million yuan resettlement fee."

Lin Yunfei's face darkened, a cold expression flashing across his face: "Okay, (bjah) I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yunfei muttered to himself: "They're asking for it."

Zhao Ruilong has absolutely no sense of perspective. You're not even willing to return the 45 million yuan in layoff compensation from the government.

I will make you pay it back.

. . . . .

Lin Yunfei's gaze was deep as he picked up the landline on the table and dialed Zhao Donglai's mobile phone number from the Jingzhou Public Security Bureau.

"Hey, Zhao Donglai. I'm ordering you to take your men and seize control of Huilong Group in Jingzhou City."

Zhao Donglai was visibly taken aback on the other end of the phone, then quickly realized, "Vice Mayor Lin, this... sealing off Huilong Group is no small matter. There must be sufficient reasons and procedures, and the interests involved behind it are intricate and complex."

Lin Yunfei frowned and said in a firm tone, "Zhao Donglai, I am the vice mayor of Jingzhou City. I suspect that Huilong Group has a major connection with the 116 Incident and the death of Liu Xinjian. You must carry out the order immediately. I will have someone complete the follow-up procedures."

Zhao Donglai remained silent for a moment before finally replying, "Okay, Vice Mayor Lin, I'll arrange for people to seal off Huilong Group right away."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yunfei leaned back in his chair, his eyes revealing a hint of weariness and contemplation. He knew that once the step of seizing Huilong Group was taken, it would inevitably trigger a series of chain reactions.

. . . . .

At the same time, Zhao Donglai quickly gathered his elite police force, briefly explained the situation, and then led his team toward Huilong Group in a grand procession. Along the way, police cars roared by with sirens blaring and flashing lights, attracting the attention of passersby.

When the police car arrived at the Huilong Group building, Zhao Donglai personally got out and led a group of police officers straight to the building's lobby. The staff in the lobby, seeing this commotion, immediately panicked. Zhao Donglai shouted, "We are from the Jingzhou Public Security Bureau. We are now legally sealing off the Huilong Group. No one is allowed to leave without authorization. Cooperate with our investigation."

The staff looked at each other, none daring to make a move. Zhao Donglai arranged for some police officers to guard the exits to prevent anyone from escaping in the chaos, while others began to seal off and search the offices inside the building.

Meanwhile, far away in the chairman's office on the top floor of Huilong Group, General Manager Gao Feng was leisurely sipping tea.

Suddenly, a beautiful female secretary rushed in, flustered: "Mr. Gao, something bad has happened. Zhao Donglai, the director of the Jingzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau, has personally led a group of police officers here."

"They said they were going to seize our Huilong Group."

Gao Feng was taken aback and quickly waved his hand: "Hurry up, you go out and guard the door. Don't let those policemen in."

After saying that, Gao Feng couldn't wait to pick up his phone and dial Zhao Ruilong's private number.

. . . . .

The Three Seasons Hotel, also known as the North View Hotel, is located on Hong Kong Island.

Jingle Bell! !

"Brother Long, something bad has happened. Zhao Donglai, the director of the Jingzhou Public Security Bureau, has personally led a team to seal off Huilong Group."

Zhao Ruilong's face instantly turned extremely gloomy. He was furious and smashed the teacup in his hand on the ground, splashing tea everywhere. "What on earth is going on? Who gave them the audacity to seize my company!" Zhao Ruilong roared, extremely angry, his anger burning fiercely.

"Brother Long. It's...it's the Jingzhou City Public Security Bureau..."

The voice on the other end of the phone trembled slightly, seemingly intimidated by Zhao Ruilong's anger: "It's the Jingzhou Public Security Bureau. Director Zhao Donglai is personally leading the team. They... they say that Huilong Group has a major connection with the 116 Incident and the death of Liu Xinjian."

Upon hearing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Ruilong's eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down: "Okay, I understand. Contact the group's legal department immediately and have them prepare a response."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Ruilong sat on the sofa, his brow furrowed. He understood that this seizure was no accident; there must be a complex political maneuvering behind it.

As a key business under his control, the seizure of Huilong Group would not only cause huge economic losses.

"Hey, Tiger. Help me... kill someone."

“Zhao Donglai, Director of the Jingzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau.” Zhao Ruilong’s voice was low and cold. Tiger on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment before slowly replying, “Understood, Brother Long. I will handle this matter cleanly and efficiently.”

Zhao Ruilong hung up the phone, a chill running through his eyes. He knew this operation had to be swift and covert, leaving no trace.

Zhao Donglai, you're fucking asking for death.

I can't afford to offend Lin Yunfei, and I can't touch you, Zhao Donglai.

146. Zhao Donglai was shot dead, and Sha Ruijin was labeled as incompetent.

146. Zhao Donglai was shot dead, and Sha Ruijin was labeled as incompetent.

Two days later, the Southeast Asian assassin, Spotted Tiger, secretly infiltrated Handong Province and lay in wait in an unfinished building 600 meters away from the Jingzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Qi Tongwei received a call from Zhao Ruilong, asking him to help arrange the retreat route for the spotted tiger.

After careful consideration, Qi Tongwei decided to equip Spotted Tiger with a Barrett M82A1, a large-caliber sniper rifle.

Its maximum range is only about 1920 meters, with a 12.7 mm bullet.

Qi Tongwei also secretly arranged for Cheng Du, deputy director of the Public Security Bureau's office, to provide Huabanhu with an escape route.

After receiving instructions from Qi Tongwei, Cheng Du dared not slacken his efforts in the slightest, fully aware of the serious consequences that would result if this matter were exposed. He began to meticulously plan the retreat of the spotted tiger, utilizing his connections within the Public Security Bureau.

On one hand, he arranged for his men to forge some vehicle passes so that the spotted tiger could pass through various checkpoints smoothly during its retreat.

On the other hand, he contacted several unemployed individuals in society and asked them to create some chaos at specific times and places to attract the attention of the police and create favorable conditions for the tiger's retreat.

Cheng Du even personally went to the vicinity of the unfinished building to survey the terrain and ensure that every detail of the evacuation route was foolproof.

Meanwhile, Spotted Tiger was quietly lurking in the unfinished building, observing Zhao Donglai's office through a 30x sniper scope.

The spotted tiger was covered with some old building materials, making itself perfectly camouflaged.

. . . . . .

He held his breath, his finger lightly resting on the trigger, waiting for the perfect moment. As night deepened, the lights in the office building were gradually turned off, leaving only Zhao Donglai's office still lit.

Cheng Du watched everything nervously from a distance, silently praying that the plan would go smoothly.

Time ticked by, and the spotted tiger's eyes grew sharper. He knew that success or failure hinged on this moment.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the night, and Zhao Donglai appeared in front of the glass window.

The spotted tiger's pupils constricted, its heart raced, and its fingers tightened slightly.

Zhao Donglai seemed to sense something, stopped in his tracks, and slowly opened the glass window.

In that instant, the spotted tiger pulled the trigger, and the bullet streaked across the night sky like lightning, heading straight for its target.

At a straight-line distance of 600 meters, a Barrett M82A1 large-caliber sniper rifle fired a bullet.

The bullet pierced the glass instantly, and Zhao Donglai fell to the ground.

Crimson blood gushed out, like a flood bursting its banks.

Zhao Donglai's pupils suddenly contracted, his face contorted in pain. He shakily raised his right hand, pressing it against the wound on his left chest, trying to stop the bleeding.

Crimson blood seeped from between his fingers, staining his clothes. He looked out the window with difficulty, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair. The night wind rustled the leaves by the window, as if whispering about this sudden tragedy.

. . . . .

"Withdraw. Leave Handong immediately according to the established route. Ride your motorcycle to Qijiang City. A cargo ship will pick you up at the Qijiang dock."

Seeing this, Cheng Du breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing that his plan had succeeded.

He immediately transmitted instructions to the spotted tiger via encrypted communication equipment, his voice low and urgent.

Upon receiving the order, Spotted Tiger did not hesitate at all. He quickly disassembled the sniper rifle into several parts and hid them in a specially made backpack. Then he put on a tattered coat and a dirty hat to make himself look more like an ordinary homeless man.

He carefully walked down the unfinished building, trying not to make a sound with each step.

At this moment, there was already some noise on the street outside. Several idle people arranged by Cheng Du were causing some minor disturbances not far away, harassing female college students and attracting the attention of the police.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the spotted tiger quickly walked towards a motorcycle that had been prepared beforehand.

He hopped on the motorcycle, started the engine, and with a roar, the motorcycle shot off like an arrow. He sped along the planned route, avoiding several traffic police checkpoints along the way; the forged vehicle permits had indeed worked.

Meanwhile, at the Public Security Bureau, Cheng Du watched as the spotted tiger successfully evacuated, and the weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted.

Du Cheng knew that this matter was far from over, and he had to destroy all evidence related to the operation as soon as possible to avoid leaving any trace.

He began cleaning up any traces left in the office, formatting the communication devices used to contact the spotted tiger and destroying all related documents. He carefully checked every corner to ensure nothing was missed. Afterward, he changed into plain clothes, quietly left the police station, and disappeared into the night.

Requesting flowers...

As night deepened, the hustle and bustle of the streets gradually subsided.

Zhao Donglai's body was not discovered by patrolling police officers until half an hour later.

"Director Zhao... Director Zhao?"

"Oh no, he's stopped breathing." Police officer Cui Tiejun, his right hand trembling, exclaimed in shock.

Cui Tiejun quickly dialed the emergency number and reported the incident to his superiors. The scene was swiftly cordoned off, and flashing police lights pierced the silence of the night. Technicians carefully examined the scene, attempting to reconstruct the truth. Zhao Donglai's death was like a bombshell.

. . . . .

At the same time, the news of Zhao Donglai's death was like a bombshell, causing a huge uproar in the officialdom of Handong Province.

Police quickly launched a full investigation, plunging the entire city of Jingzhou into a tense atmosphere.

When Qi Tongwei learned that Zhao Donglai had been shot, he outwardly appeared shocked and grief-stricken, but inwardly he was secretly pleased, feeling that his plan had succeeded another step.

Spotted Tiger rode his motorcycle at breakneck speed, finally arriving at Qijiang Wharf. At that moment, a cargo ship was quietly docked at the wharf, its lights flashing in the darkness.

Following Cheng Du's instructions, he quickly boarded the cargo ship. The crew seemed to have been notified beforehand, ignoring him and letting him hide in a secluded cargo hold. As the ship slowly started moving and sailed into the vast sea, Spotted Tiger knew he was safe for the time being.

Spotted Tiger took out a PHS phone, inserted an anonymous SIM card, and sent Zhao Ruilong two letters: "OK".

Then, the spotted tiger decisively disassembled the phone and threw it into the sea one by one, making sure no trace was left. He leaned against the cargo hold wall, closed his eyes, and pondered his next move: which country should he go to?

. . . . .

The news of Zhao Donglai's death by gunshot was reported up the chain of command and eventually reached the three-person group of the Handong Provincial Party Committee.

Governor Zhao Anbang

Upon learning this devastating news, his face instantly darkened, as he was acutely aware of the immense impact this event would have.

Zhao Anbang immediately convened an emergency meeting with the heads of various departments of the provincial government. The atmosphere in the meeting room was unusually heavy, and everyone's face was filled with worry and seriousness.

"Comrade Zhao Donglai's sacrifice is a great loss to our Handong Province public security system, and a heavy blow to social security and stability." Zhao Anbang spoke first, his voice low and powerful. "We must find out the truth as soon as possible, give the public an explanation, and at the same time prevent such incidents from happening again."

The department heads nodded in agreement. Discussions filled the meeting room, with everyone offering their insights and suggestions.

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Provincial Party Committee Office Building.