Chapter 1230 1 is on the verge of breaking out
However, the commotion quickly attracted the attention of a squad of police officers from the Inspection Bureau not far away.
The squad leader was a retired soldier from the 1st Air Assault Brigade. His burly physique made his uniform bulge, and his sharp, hawk-like gaze swept over them. Almost the instant he turned his head, the malice towards the girl in the crowd melted away like ice and snow under the blazing sun.
"Xu Hao, Zhang Yong, you two come with me to take a look!" Long Hao subconsciously frowned and called out.
After saying that, he led two equally fully armed military policemen, and walked over with steady, imposing steps, parting the crowd.
"What's going on? What the hell are you doing? What the hell are you doing here instead of lining up properly?"
Even from a distance, Long Hao's rude shouts and the powerful sense of oppression emanating from his dark gray uniform instantly silenced the surroundings.
The survivors scrambled back to their original positions, jostling and elbowing each other, afraid that if they were even a step too slow, they would be caught and spanked in the street.
Nowadays, in the Beibei gathering area, pulling down pants and spanking has become the most common punishment method used by the supervisory bureau's military and police.
It is usually used for general violations and minor disturbances of order, and its frequency of use is roughly equivalent to verbal education before the apocalypse.
It was both painful and humiliating. It was common to see survivors who had made mistakes being whipped on the ground by rubber batons, crawling around and screaming in circles with the individual military or police officer administering the punishment as the center.
Upon seeing that the visitor was the captain of the inspection bureau, the young staff member instinctively flinched and hurriedly stammered an explanation:
"Reporting, sir! She...she doesn't have a container, and...she wants to lick the water ladle directly..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the inspection team leader's gaze finally fell on Xiong Yuting. Even though he was a man of great experience and hardened heart, a fleeting look of amazement flashed in his eyes the moment he saw Xiong Yuting's face, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper wariness.
This woman is so abnormal!
Beneath that stunning beauty lay an emptiness and... a dangerous aura that clashed with its surroundings and with all the other survivors.
There was no fear, no panic, not even basic understanding in her eyes, only a blank, cold emptiness.
The girl seemed oblivious to the arrival of the inspectors; her attention was drawn to the holster on the squad leader's waist, its metallic sheen reflecting the sunlight, her purple eyes fixed on it with curiosity.
The squad leader's hand silently rested on the holster at his waist, his voice growing colder and harder: "What's your name? Which region are you from?"
The girl remained unresponsive to Long Hao's cold and harsh questioning.
Her entire attention seemed to be drawn to the black holster at Long Hao's waist and the outline of the metal object inside.
His purple eyes remained unblinking, and the pure curiosity within them gradually mixed with... an indescribable desire to explore, as if it were something extremely interesting.
She even unconsciously took a small step forward, her pale fingers curling slightly, as if she wanted to reach out and touch it.
"I'm fucking asking you a question! What the hell are you, Erduolong?!"
Long Hao's patience quickly wore thin under the other party's complete disregard. His voice suddenly rose, echoing like thunder in front of the quiet water point.
The survivors around them shrank back in fear, not daring to even breathe.
They knew the inspector general's temper all too well; anyone he set his sights on would never have a good outcome.
However, the girl remained oblivious, her gaze even more intently fixed on the holster. That focused expression, combined with her stunning beauty, created an extremely eerie aesthetic.
Long Hao's eyes turned completely cold.
Such a completely uncooperative and extremely abnormal behavior is considered a high-danger signal in his duty manual.
Without further hesitation, he swiftly moved his right hand—
"Crack!"
With a crisp metallic scraping sound, he drew his standard-issue pistol from his waist with lightning speed, and pointed the dark muzzle directly at Xiong Yuting's forehead without hesitation!
The movements were clean and efficient, displaying the decisiveness and ruthlessness unique to soldiers.
"Final warning! Hands behind your head and kneel down! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!" Long Hao's roar was filled with undeniable killing intent.
Almost the instant the gun was pointed at her, Xiong Yuting's bewildered and empty demeanor suddenly changed!
A cold, viscous, and almost tangible aura of danger suddenly spread out from her center!
She was still standing there, but the feeling she gave off was completely different.
Her head, which had been slightly tilted, slowly straightened. Beneath her disheveled hair, the innocence and confusion in her purple eyes dissipated like the receding tide, replaced by an inorganic, icy gaze, like a predator locking onto its prey.
The air around her seemed to freeze, and the temperature seemed to be dropping rapidly.
Those purple eyes were fixed on the black gun barrel, which was only inches from his forehead. There was no fear that a human should have when facing a deadly threat. Instead, they revealed an extremely dangerous, offended... displeasure?
She let out a very soft hiss, like a viper flicking its tongue, barely audible, yet it sent chills down Long Hao's spine. A tremendous sense of crisis, stemming from his very survival instincts, was poured over him like ice water, causing his fingers gripping the gun to tense involuntarily!
The atmosphere was incredibly tense at that moment!
On one side is an experienced and decisive inspection team leader, gun already loaded, exuding murderous intent; on the other side is a stunningly beautiful girl with bizarre behavior and a rapidly changing aura, unarmed yet radiating a chilling, primal threat.
Conflict is imminent!
The two team members behind Long Hao also sensed something was wrong. Almost simultaneously, they raised their guns, forming a fan shape to subtly surround Xiong Yuting, their fingers gripping the trigger guards, and fine beads of cold sweat appearing on their foreheads.
Although they didn't understand who the girl was, the captain's reaction and the sudden, chilling pressure made them instinctively go on high alert.
All the survivors watching held their breath, their hearts pounding, anticipating that the next second might see blood splattered everywhere.
"Long Hao, put the gun down! You son of a bitch, who told you to pull out a gun?" Just then, a slightly hoarse voice rang out.
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Long Hao, the squad leader of the Supervision Bureau, froze. Almost instinctively, he lowered his gun slightly and turned to look.
On the outskirts of the crowd, an SUV bearing the logo of the Supervisory Bureau had been parked. Beside the vehicle stood a middle-aged man, also wearing a dark gray Supervisory Bureau uniform, but with distinctly different epaulets.
He wasn't particularly tall, but standing there he resembled a weathered rock, his face resolute, his sharp eyes carrying a hint of undisguised weariness and anger.
It was Jia Daiquan, the director of the Beibei Juju District Supervision Bureau.
Jia Daiquan has been in a bad mood lately, as if he's swallowed ten pounds of gunpowder. The reason is simple: this week alone, he's been summoned by Director Cai of the Yucheng Survivors Management Committee for the second time and given a severe dressing-down.
The criticism was directed at his underlings for being too strict and ruthless in enforcing the law, resulting in several injuries and fatalities due to "improper handling."
Although none of those who died were good people, they did not deserve to die. At present, the entire city of Chongqing is working towards "gradually restoring normal social order," and overly strict management is indeed somewhat inappropriate.
After all, in such a repressive environment, who can completely control their emotions? Even an honest person would have to yell a couple of times if they were really stressed out...
For this reason, his old superior, Lu Chong, the military region commander now stationed in Chongqing, specially summoned him and gave him a scathing critique without giving him any face. His words were extremely blunt, and he still feels a burning sensation when he thinks about it now.
"You son of a bitch, Jia Daiquan, did you become impotent after you left the army?! You can't even lead a group of soldiers who have taken off their uniforms?"
"If you really can't handle it, I think the Beibei District Logistics and Equipment Plant is short of a deputy director in charge of production. Surely you can manage those women who are sewing quilts on sewing machines?!"
