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Chapter 1069: A classic scene – the small fry gets attacked, and the big one comes. However, here it

"Everyone," Old Wang's voice was not loud, "Get out of the car. Put your hands behind your heads and lie face down on the ground. Immediately."

"You...you...you..." Vice Minister Qiu was trembling with anger, still trying to struggle with his remaining official authority.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Old Wang interrupted him impatiently, flicking his wrist and raising the terrifying revolver again. Although it wasn't pointed at any specific person, the intimidating power of the dark muzzle was enough to terrify anyone.

"Wang Kui! Do you know what you're doing! This is anti-government behavior! It's..." Old Qin also snapped out of his shock and shouted, his voice stern but his voice weak.

"Shut up!"

Old Wang roared, his gaze sweeping over Old Qin like a knife before locking onto Vice Minister Qiu, who was pale and swaying.

"I don't have the patience to waste words with you. Guess..." Old Wang's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"If I keep my hand steady for the next shot, will it be more accurate?"

"one!"

Vice Minister Qiu was indeed so startled by the gunshots and the scorching heat that his heart stopped; the fear he felt in that instant was real.

But he was no naive newcomer; the basic courage he had honed in his early military career remained. After the initial shock, a mix of humiliation, anger, and cold calculation quickly overwhelmed the pure fear.

We can't force it!

The thought flashed through Vice Minister Qiu's mind quickly.

I had long heard that the head of the Wang family in the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications was a ruthless and unruly man who was used to doing lawless things on the special front. If you really angered him, he would do anything.

There's no need for me, this "fine porcelain," to clash head-on with this "stubborn tile" by the well.

not to mention……

He caught a glimpse of Old Wang's bloodshot eyes, eyes that showed no room for compromise, and a chill ran through him—this guy was truly intent on killing him now!

It's not worth risking your life for the sake of so-called face or prestige.

and……

Vice Minister Qiu thought coldly, "The more you, Wang Kui, cause trouble and the more outrageous your actions become, the more leverage you'll have against me!"

Attacks on senior officials, violent resistance to law enforcement (in his view), threats with firearms...

Any one of these points is enough to get you into serious trouble! No matter how high your father, Minister Wang's, position is or how wide his connections are, he would have to pay an enormous price to get you out of this serious crime.

At that point, do you think your good father won't give in?

Are they really treating ministerial-level officials like they're not worth their time?

Hmph, young man, the road ahead is long, we'll see!

In a flash, these thoughts raced through his mind. Vice Minister Qiu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and the expression of shock and anger on his face was gradually replaced by a restrained gloom.

He stopped making pointless curses or threats, and simply gave Lao Wang a deep look with cold eyes. Then, he actually followed Lao Wang's instructions and slowly, with obvious humiliation, crawled out of the armored vehicle and lay down directly on the cold, rough ground.

The movements were not exactly nimble, and even somewhat clumsy, but there was absolutely no scrambling or rolling around in disarray.

Seeing that their leader had "obeyed," Lao Qin and his entourage dared not hesitate any longer. They scrambled out of the car and hurriedly tried to lie down.

Do you think they're afraid of Old Wang?

Ha, you're overthinking it.

The leaders have all collapsed, and you're still standing? Are you trying to fly to the heavens?

Seeing that everyone was lying down, Lao Wang snorted and lowered the intimidating muzzle of his gun slightly, but still held it tightly in his hand, his fingers still resting on the trigger guard.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the other end of the tree-lined path. A squad of base guards rushed over, each armed and looking tense. But when they saw the scene before them…

When they saw the armored vehicle billowing thick smoke, Old Wang holding a revolver, and Vice Minister Qiu lying on the ground, they all froze in place, their faces full of astonishment.

"What are you all standing there for!" Old Wang suddenly turned around and roared at the group of guards, his tone full of arrogance: "Arrest all these guys who tried to steal state secrets and were caught red-handed!"

But Old Wang's roar did not immediately rouse the guards to action. It must be understood that the military is one of the most hierarchical and order-oriented places in the world, where subordinates obey superiors and follow commands step by step. It is not something that can be blindly obeyed by someone with no rank insignia or discernible position, who can issue orders at will.

If it weren't for Secretary Liu showing off a dark blue notebook, Old Wang would definitely have been kicked around by these comrades.

Even if you have a notebook, you can't issue such insubordinate orders across systems, can you?

The guards looked at each other, holding guns but unsure of whose orders to take, and dared not step forward to "guard" a ministerial-level leader.

抓？

How do we catch them?

Based on that guy's words?

Deputy Minister Qiu lay on the ground, taking in the hesitation of the guards. A subtle, cold smile unconsciously crept onto his lips, and his confidence grew even stronger.

He slowly moved his body, wanting to take the lead in standing up—not to deliberately provoke Old Wang, but because he felt that as a leader from Beijing, it was really undignified of him to keep his buttocks sticking out and lying on the ground.

Perhaps it was because of his age, or perhaps because he had bent over and crawled on the ground too quickly, but after a few twitches on the ground, his legs trembled slightly and he was unable to stand up.

Old Qin had been keeping a close eye on his superior out of the corner of his eye. Seeing this, he disregarded the menacing gun still dangling nearby and scrambled over, reaching out to help him: "Minister, please be careful..."

But when he tried to help, he could clearly feel that Vice Minister Qiu was secretly resisting his support, his body was very tense and he did not try to use the strength at all.

Old Qin's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood: Was this just a pose?

Although he didn't fully understand Vice Minister Qiu's specific plans at the moment, his keen observation skills honed over many years of serving as an attendant were still there. He immediately slowed down the force in his hand and just lightly supported Vice Minister Qiu's arm, making it seem as if he was trying hard to help but couldn't.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Vice Minister Qiu also felt that lying on the ground was not a solution and was too undignified, so he slowly straightened up with the help of Lao Qin and sat down on the ground.

He didn't stand up in a disheveled state, nor did he continue to lie on the ground. Could this be considered a compromise of dignity?

After Minister Qiu settled into his seat, he looked up at Old Wang, his meaning quite clear:

You told me to kneel down, and I did, giving you face as a "hothead." But now, I'd like to see how you're going to get out of this mess.

It's easy for me to lie down, but getting me to stand up again is not so easy!

Old Wang, ever as astute, instantly understood the provocation in Vice Minister Qiu's eyes. A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He tightened his grip on the revolver, his index finger jerking the trigger back half an inch. A soft "click" rang out, particularly jarring in the quiet tree-lined path. The muzzle rose slightly again, aimed at Vice Minister Qiu sitting on the ground, his tone menacing:

"Damn it! Since you like staying on the ground so much, I'll just make sure you lie here for the rest of your life and never get up again!"

Just when the tension was high and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, almost ready to explode again...

"Stop it all!"

Upon hearing this angry shout, the restraint and resentment on Vice Minister Qiu's face instantly vanished, replaced by a calm and confident expression. Far from feeling guilty, he slowly raised his chin, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery as he looked at Old Wang.

"The show is about to begin, and I'm the star of the show now!"