As soon as Tan Jinhui uttered these words, the officers around him immediately sprang into action. Their Second Operations Division Chief was one of the most powerful high-ranking officers in the Military Intelligence Bureau, and also known as Ning Yanwang, the most notorious and ruthless figure in the Bureau. His orders had to be carried out unconditionally!

Killing someone is as easy as drinking water for him. It would be a rare thing if he didn't kill anyone this time when he personally led the team to storm the police station.

Soon, Police Chief Cheng Xucai, Police Sergeant Liu Bin, and even the two prison guards were dragged out of the cell by the team members.

The two prison guards, in particular, never expected that just moments ago they were toying with Jiang Wenbo like cats toying with mice, but in the blink of an eye, the situation would take a dramatic turn, and they would become prisoners themselves.

They looked at the bureau chief and police chief pinned to the ground, Cheng Xucai and Liu Bin, who were usually high and mighty, lying limp like two dead dogs. They couldn't help but feel as if they had lost their parents, and kept begging for mercy. But after a round of punches and kicks from the action team, they were beaten to the point of being barely breathing and could no longer speak.

Tan Jinhui looked at Cheng Xucai and asked in a harsh voice, "Where is Song Wenhua?"

Cheng Xucai was filled with remorse at this moment. He had served as the police chief for so many years. Although he had done all sorts of bad things and had countless bloody cases on his hands, he had always been safe and sound because he only picked on the weak and was ruthless and cautious.

But if you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet. This time, things went wrong. The Jiang family has been a long-established business in Wuhan for generations, and their background and connections are crystal clear. Apart from Secretary Liu of the municipal government, who had already fled to Chongqing and still had some influence, the others were insignificant.

But no one expected that the Jiang family was hiding so deep, and that they were even connected with the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Action Department. They had only been arrested for a day when such a big shot personally led a team to come knocking on their door. Could they possibly survive now? These were a bunch of man-eating demons!

Upon hearing Tan Jinhui's question, he immediately thought that he should blame those two bastards. If it weren't for those two bastards, how could he, a dignified police chief, have ended up in this predicament?

Hoping that this section chief would have mercy and perhaps spare his life, he desperately stepped forward, grabbed Tan Jinhui's leg, and wailed, "Section Chief, Section Chief, all of this is Song Wenhua's false accusation! I've been deceived! I know where Song Wenhua is! I'll take you there! I can atone for my crimes through meritorious service!"

Tan Jinhui looked down at the clowns at his feet, coldly watching their ugly performance. He felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, a feeling of vindication and justice. This was how a true man should act. His eyes were icy, and he said indifferently, "No need. None of you can escape!"

At this moment, he unconsciously imitated Ning Zhiheng's temperament and tone perfectly, causing Sun Jiacheng, who was standing next to him, to momentarily lose his senses and almost think that the governor himself had come.

These people were all taken back to Operations Division Two. Once inside, they would quickly confess everything, including their childhood bedwetting, and there was no way they would leave alive.

The Jiang and Tan families were sent back to the Jiang family compound by people arranged by Sun Jiacheng. Tan Jinhui couldn't help but want to say a few words to his family several times, but he was stopped by Sun Jiacheng's stern gaze.

Tan Jinhui could only watch his loved ones leave from afar. Jiang Wenbo was seriously injured and was rushed to the Military Intelligence Bureau's exclusive hospital for treatment. Ning Zhiheng specially sent two vials of sulfonamide, which was the most precious treasure in Wuhan at that time. It was enough to save Jiang Wenbo's life, and Tan Jinhui was extremely grateful.

As for Song Wenhua, who falsely accused the Jiang family, he was quickly arrested at home by the action team.

Colonel Pan Xing, the regimental commander of the 23rd Army, was arrested by Sun Jiacheng and his team after they stormed into the military camp. They were arrested on multiple charges, including desertion and disturbing the local area. They all faced the same fate.

The next morning, in a hospital room, Tan Jinhui, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, looked at Jiang Wenbo on the hospital bed and asked softly, "Wenbo, how are you feeling now?"

Jiang Wenbo was wrapped in white bandages and was very weak. He forced a smile, looked at Tan Jinhui, and asked in a weak, hoarse voice, "Brother Hui, I'm fine. Luckily you came in time, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see you again!"

Tan Jinhui sighed softly and comforted him, saying, "Those who survive a great calamity are bound to have good fortune in the future. You are very lucky to have escaped this disaster. Everything will go smoothly for you from now on. You must take good care of your injuries and recover soon. When I am not around, I will rely on you to take care of the elders of both families!"

"Where are you going?" Jiang Wenbo looked surprised when he heard Tan Jinhui's words.

Tan Jinhui did not answer; he did not know how to answer. There were many things he absolutely could not say.

Jiang Wenbo waited for a long time, and seeing Tan Jinhui's troubled look, and looking at the Zhongshan civilian clothes Tan Jinhui was wearing, he finally asked again: "Brother Hui, you were wearing the rank of colonel yesterday, I didn't see wrong, did I!"

Tan Jinhui hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and said, "Yes!"

Jiang Wenbo was very intelligent and quick-witted. Yesterday, he overheard the major respectfully addressing his cousin as "Chief," and then his cousin ordered the arrest of the police chief, as well as the two prison guards who had tortured him.

He would never forget the sight of those people kneeling at his cousin's feet, begging for mercy. He also clearly remembered the ruthless and murderous aura emanating from his cousin, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. All of this indicated that his cousin was not simply a young master from a gentry family; there must be some unknown secret behind it all.

My cousin and I have always had a very good relationship. We can talk about almost anything. But two years ago, my cousin went to Nanjing, saying that he had asked someone to help him find a job in the civil service. I haven't seen him since.

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