On the phone reading: Seeing Mei Hui rise to her feet in indignation, Li, the team leader of the Li family, shouted in a loud, resonant voice, "What's there to be afraid of? If you deliberately assault a senior officer of our military division, we have the right to take the assailant back and subject him to review!" Mei Hui countered firmly, "You call him a senior officer? Has he worn his uniform and displayed his rank? Everyone can see clearly—he didn’t even identify himself, and in fact, it was he who initiated the confrontation. Therefore, this matter is at most a civil dispute and should be handled by the police, not by you military personnel!" As long as these soldiers didn’t take her away, Mei Hui believed there was still room for negotiation. With Hou Bao’s close relationship with the police chief, she was confident the matter could be resolved with minimal impact. Book Eighty Zero (txt02.com) Li, the middle-ranking officer with the surname Li, immediately adopted a different tone upon noticing that she was someone familiar with legal matters: "Major Chen is one of our military division's key officers, primarily responsible for counter-terrorism operations. Therefore, we have reasonable grounds to suspect that you and your group may be connected to terrorist elements, and thus have the right to detain you for review." The team leader's face changed instantly: "Seize the items from them—absolutely no way should the video get uploaded online." A soldier from the People's Republic, without even asking questions, had immediately labeled the person a terrorist. If this were reported online, the military's hard-won image of excellence over the past years would plummet. Therefore, no one—starting with Chen Sicheng—could allow such an incident to unfold unchecked. Seizing the items was clearly the most direct course of action. Several special forces troops approached. Mei Hui, a shrewd woman, understood that simply not lagging behind was the best support she could offer Qin Feng, so she moved to the back without waiting for any indication from him. Qin Feng felt deeply reassured—now he had no worries about the rear. Though the special forces troops each carried Type 99 assault rifles, Qin Feng knew clearly that these rifles were empty. During peacetime, soldiers only received real ammunition during shooting drills; in regular training, they used blank cartridges. A gun with no bullets in it—honestly, it's not even better than a fire poker. For a long time, the military of the Republic has trained its soldiers under the principle that "a gun is a soldier's second life." As a result, soldiers have treated their firearms with extraordinary care, almost to the point of being excessive. Therefore, a fire poker can be used freely and effectively as a powerful weapon; yet, a gun with no bullets not only cannot be used as a poker but also requires significant effort to maintain and care for. This inevitably diminishes the combat effectiveness of special forces troops. Experience matters greatly. Chen, for instance, lacked experience and therefore ordered all troops to be fully equipped. He thought this would look impressive and commanding, but he hadn't realized that, fundamentally, since they were there to fight, a rubber poker would have been even better. Qin Feng charged into the ranks like a tiger pouncing on a rabbit. He kicked over a soldier with a flying leg, then spun and executed three consecutive kicks without pausing, maintaining his forward momentum, and finally drove a powerful punch forward. In the span of a flash, five soldiers were knocked to the ground, several tables overturned, and countless benches shattered. Their rifles had truly become burdens: even when knocked down, the soldiers clutched them tightly to their chests; and even if their bones were broken, they would never let go of the guns. When the Li surname platoon leader saw his men being beaten, he erupted in fury: "Well then! You dare challenge the soldiers—now see what you've got to say in your defense! Hold him down, I'm going to show him the eyes of the horse-faced god!" As he spoke, he drew his sidearm. His gun was loaded with a full burst of bullets—something he had specially arranged before departure, simply out of precaution, without initially thinking much about it. Just as he raised his gun, hadn't even had time to aim, a shimmering figure flashed before him. When he regained his composure, the hand that had been high in the air was now empty. "Shoot at me in front of me, and you're not yet qualified!" Qin Feng seized the gun from him. The weight felt off—wrong! Thanks to his experience with the Type 92 pistol, he immediately judged that this one was loaded, even heavier than the one from last time—meaning the magazine was packed with fifteen rounds. Wait a minute—wasn't it supposed to be an empty gun? Qin Feng wasn't particularly worried—mainly furious! You call yourselves the people's soldiers, sworn to defend the nation and its people. I'm just one of the people. If you don't protect me, that's one thing. But to point a loaded gun at me? My uncle might bear it, but my aunt would never forgive it! He spun around, extended his left arm, and landed a solid punch right on the middle-ranking officer's nose. The officer had been so startled by the sudden seizure of his gun that he hadn't prepared at all—now, a punch to the nose sent a steady stream of blood This isn't over yet. Qin Feng lifted his leg, sweeping the man aside with a powerful motion, then used the gun to press against his head. "Have everyone stop—otherwise, you'll find out what happens!" Qin Feng said coldly. To strengthen his position, he calmly disengaged the safety on his pistol. Others weren't aware of it, but Li knew for certain that the gun was loaded. Chen Sicheng stepped forward and shouted, "Don't stop—there's no bullet in the gun. Keep moving forward!" "Stop!" Li shouted, his voice strained, "No one come any closer. My gun is loaded—full of fifteen rounds. Don't get excited!" Chen Sicheng was momentarily stunned. Loaded? You must have had your head kicked by a donkey! Didn't you come here just to arrest a few people? This isn't a life-or-death mission, is it? Why carry bullets then? This is a violation—you understand that, don't you? Qin Feng looked like a triumphant victor, chuckling, "I told you—we weren't qualified. Now, believe me." Whoever you are, given how things have unfolded, don't you intend to invite Wu out, so he can personally witness the play he's been staging all along, and also reflect on how to wrap it up? Chen Sicheng, of course, wasn't ready to yield. He gritted his teeth and said, "Young man, you're done! Publicly assaulting an officer, engaging in a physical fight with active-duty military personnel, and even seizing a gun to threaten them—these charges alone are sufficient for execution. If you're wise, lay down that gun right now, and you might just get a lenient sentence." "At this point, still playing the part of the tiger borrowing the lion's strength—what a good soldier you truly are!" Qin Feng never shied away from pressure, especially from such straightforward threats. He turned to the beautiful CEO and said, "Now, I'll call the police. I'd like to see how they handle it. By the way, call directly to Shu—the policewoman. I'm sure you have her number."