Many people around resonated with this person's words instantly.
You are a Major General. Although you don't have much real power, you are still an official. If you were to skim a little, pocket some ill-gotten gains, or abuse your power for personal gain, and do some minor things as long as they weren't too extreme, it would be understandable. After all, which official doesn't take some bribes? But now you're reaching into the military.
You're turning the soldiers who should be protecting their homes and country into your private army, your security guards, armed with weapons provided by the state.
It's important to know that China has extremely strict controls on firearms. Every gun is supposed to be returned to storage after training. It's only recently, with the tense wartime situation, that this has loosened up a bit. Yet, this scoundrel Zhao Weiguo is using this opportunity to build his own private army, which is an absolutely unforgivable major crime.
Jess watched all of this unfold. He didn't say another word. After all, in his eyes, whether it was Zhao Weiguo or Zhao Yi, they would both be dead after this. He didn't need to get involved with the dead.
Jess raised his hand to stop the surrounding special forces team, then gave several commands with his hands. The special forces, understanding his intentions, nodded and dispersed to begin their operations.
These armed and well-trained security guards were indeed not weak, but that was only in comparison. In front of these elite special forces, who had undergone rigorous selection, these guards seemed inadequate. The record was even one special forces soldier apprehending an entire patrol squad.
Of course, this couldn't be entirely attributed to the individual strength of the special forces. After all, even the best fighter can't fend off a mob. The fact that they were able to silently disarm all the guards outside the villa was more due to the cooperation of the security guards themselves.
Yes, it was the security guards' cooperation.
Just as Jess had speculated, these security personnel were all drawn from the army.
Soldiers, by nature, have a fiery passion. They all yearn to go into battle, defend their country, and are willing to die in the process. But now, they've become mere watchdogs for a household. Who could tolerate that?
So, upon seeing the sudden attack by the special forces, those with quick minds immediately realized that the higher-ups were moving against Zhao Weiguo and his son.
As the saying goes, everyone kicks a falling man, and birds scatter from a falling tree. Moreover, they already resented Zhao Weiguo and his son. Why would they fight for them now? They decisively chose to surrender, threw their guns on the ground, found an open space, squatted down, and held their heads in their hands. They were as cooperative as could be.
Seeing these soldiers squatting on the ground with their hands on their heads, Jess beckoned them over, gathered them all, reissued their weapons, and had a few special forces soldiers lead several of them to guard all the exits.
It was about making the best use of everything. Besides, these soldiers weren't loyal to Zhao Weiguo; they just couldn't resist due to his power. Now that the opportunity was presented, no one would easily let this scoundrel off the hook.
After ensuring all exits were blocked, Jess led the way and kicked open the villa door.
Bang!
The loud impact did not alert those inside. Instead, it was instantly drowned out by the noisy music.
There were many people in the hall. Under the dim lights, many sordid deeds were hidden. There was promiscuity, both heterosexual and homosexual, and groups of three to five people gathered to snort drugs. The scene was chaotic.
Jess didn't say much, slowly walking in. In the dim and chaotic environment, he identified Zhao Weiguo and Zhao Yi.
At this moment, the old and the young were engaged in a rather intimate act on an inconspicuous sofa, their faces beaming with joy.
Having identified his targets, Jess wasted no time. He raised his gun and fired several shots into the ceiling.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gunshots pulled the drunken revelers back to reality. Hearing the gunfire, the special forces led the soldiers to storm in, controlling everyone in the hall.
A few who reacted quickly tried to escape, but after only a few steps, they were subdued by the faster special forces and pinned to the ground.
A man dressed in finery was pinned to the ground but continued to shout defiantly.
"Let me go! Do you know who I am? If you dare touch me, my father will never forgive you."
Facing the man's threats, the special forces soldier responded with an unmoving sneer, "I don't know who you are, and I don't know who your father is. But I do know that no matter who your father is, you and he are finished this time."
The man's reaction was not an isolated case. Their response was met with ruthless indifference.
As if it were a joke, although these people were all high-ranking officials and wealthy elites, the higher-ups had given a strict order this time to thoroughly deal with them. Their misfortune was simply that they had followed the wrong person.
"Officer, Zhao Yi has escaped."
Just as Jess thought everything would conclude perfectly, a discordant voice reached his ears.
"What happened?"
After the special forces' explanation, Jess's brow furrowed even tighter.
Originally, the target and his father, Zhao Weiguo, had been apprehended. But suddenly, Zhao Weiguo produced a crystal from somewhere, crushed it, and pressed it onto Zhao Yi. Then, Zhao Yi vanished.
Jess had been careless this time. This Zhao Weiguo actually had contact with aliens. This kind of spatial teleportation ability was clearly not Earth technology.
"Damn it, I should have set up spatial restrictions beforehand."
Jess cursed inwardly. But now that the deed was done, Zhao Yi had escaped, and they didn't have the equipment or algorithms to pursue him.
"Disband the team. Take everyone back."
There was nothing else Jess could do but withdraw his team and report the matter to General Dukao for him to handle. Sudan Novel Network.
Demon One, in a cramped room.
Zhao Yi, who had been teleported, looked around in a daze.
When the room door opened and two demon soldiers walked in slowly, Zhao Yi understood everything. He had found his father's actions somewhat strange before, but he never expected his father to have secret contact with aliens.
Zhao Yi wasn't stupid. He quickly reacted, slowly stood up, and shouted at the two demon soldiers in front of him, "I am Zhao Yi, son of General Zhao Weiguo. Take me to see your commander immediately."
Perhaps it was his past arrogance stemming from his father's status that made Zhao Yi speak to the demon soldiers in a commanding tone.
Of course, in Zhao Yi's view, although humans were no match for aliens, his father was still a Major General of China, possessing some leverage. Even if there was some transaction with aliens, it would certainly be at the leadership level. These two humanoid aliens looked so ugly; they were probably just cannon fodder, trash.
After Zhao Yi finished speaking, the two demon soldiers looked at each other. After a few seconds of silence, they burst into laughter. One of them, after laughing, stepped up to Zhao Yi. Before Zhao Yi could speak, he kicked him down to the ground.
"Trash, who gave you the nerve to talk to us like that?"