Official Career Storm

Chapter 1673

Ten minutes later, Wu Qiangwei called again.

"Contact Director Liang and explain the situation to him in detail. Once the matter is resolved, come see me."

"..." Song Guanchao opened his mouth halfway, intending to ask her how the communication with Mayor Cai went.

Upon hearing the obvious anger in her voice, he realized there was no need to ask.

He guessed that Mayor Cai was just like Director Zhang in demeanor.

"Okay, I understand."

Song Guanchao held the steering wheel in one hand and found Liang Jianfeng’s number with the other.

Beep beep...

"What’s the matter?"

Listening to Director Liang’s formal tone, Song Guanchao grimaced. This father-in-law always put on airs every day, wasn’t he tired?

"Director Liang..."

He detailed Chairman Qiao’s predicament and informed him of Wu Qiangwei’s attitude.

"How long until you arrive?"

"Expected at eight-thirty tonight."

"What’s the opposing car’s plate number? How many vehicles are there?"

"I’ll send it to you in a bit."

"Good."

Hanging up the phone, Song Guanchao released the accelerator and slowed down: "Director Jiang, take out your phone. Later, snap the license plates of the opposing cars and send them to Director Liang."

"Okay." Jiang Yiren took out her phone and held it against the car window, as the speed gradually decreased, allowing the cars behind to quickly catch up.

Finding the right moment, Jiang Yiren took a picture of the license plate.

Just as Song Guanchao was about to increase his speed, Jiang Yiren said, "There’s another car behind us."

Raising his eyes, Song Guanchao saw a police car in the rearview mirror.

He distinctly remembered there were only three cars before; how did another one appear?

Has reinforcements been called?

"Can you capture it?"

"The angle isn’t good for taking a picture."

"Let me take it," Chairman Qiao suddenly suggested.

She turned and knelt on the sofa, focusing the mirror to enlarge the perspective.

The two cars were only thirty to fifty meters apart. Not just the license plates, even the people’s faces inside the cars were clearly visible.

"It’s Director Zhang!" Looking at the enlarged face on her phone screen, Chairman Qiao exclaimed.

"Oh?" Song Guanchao couldn’t help but glance at the rearview mirror again, his expression turning fascinating: "Director Zhang sure values you, huh? I wonder how much benefit he received."

Initially, he only aimed to catch some policemen, but it seemed that a director came with them as a bonus.

"Is the photo taken?"

"Yes, done."

"Give the license plate number to Director Jiang. Director Jiang, send it to Director Liang."

Both women nodded repeatedly. Song Guanchao accelerated again, widening the gap.

He maintained a distance of about two hundred meters from the cars behind.

The police in the trailing cars were furious, almost cornering them just now, only for the gap to widen again.

They felt the people in the car were toying with them.

"Your phone’s ringing." Jiang Yiren picked up his phone.

It was Lu Feng calling.

"Madman, how are things over there?"

"Everyone’s been caught, already on the way back."

"Well done," Song Guanchao praised: "Once back in Jiangzhou, send them straight to the municipal bureau, I’ll call and inform Director Liang in a bit."

After finishing the call, he turned to call Liang Jianfeng.

Time passed, and it was already eight in the evening.

The highway traffic was sparse on a weekday, and although night had fallen, Song Guanchao maintained high-speed travel.

When there were still twenty kilometers to the toll station, he dialed Liang Jianfeng’s number again: "Director Liang, there’s only twenty kilometers left until I arrive."

"Got it."

Ten minutes later, Song Guanchao saw the toll station.

He released the accelerator and the car coasted towards the toll station.

The police cars behind quickly closed in.

When there were just about a hundred meters to the toll station, he quickly scanned but didn’t see any police cars, as if Liang Jianfeng hadn’t sent anyone over.

But Song Guanchao was one hundred percent certain that Liang Jianfeng had definitely made preparations.

As soon as those police cars stopped, personnel would immediately spring from all directions, surrounding them.

Liang Jianfeng was not someone like Director Zhang, who wasn’t up to standard, he was experienced in arrests and even more so in setting up roadblocks.

He knew that police presence here would definitely alert the opposition and lead to a failed arrest.

If Director Zhang had considered this in the afternoon and let the police hide beforehand, rather than believing their plainclothes wouldn’t be detected, then Song Guanchao could have truly stumbled.

Behind, in the police car, an officer said, "Director Zhang, after exiting the highway, we’ll be in Jiangzhou. Should we continue chasing?"

"We’ve chased this far, what do you think?" Director Zhang looked weary, having been seated in a car for seven or eight hours.

The officer worriedly said, "But that’s their turf, will he call the police?"

"Like hell! Would he dare?" Director Zhang replied disdainfully.

The fact that he called himself indicated he didn’t want the matter blown up.

Moreover, even if he did call the police, what then?

The opponent’s a cop, and so is he!

Would they want to arrest him?

By then, Song Guanchao had already passed the toll station.

On Director Zhang’s side, four cars altogether also entered the toll station.

All their cars had ETC, requiring no manual payment, allowing automatic lifting and lowering of the arm.

They entered the narrow toll booth as the barrier rose, letting them pass.

But just as they passed, suddenly, a beam of blindingly bright headlights lit up on the dark roadside of the toll station.

The headlights aimed at them, quickly approaching, blocking their path and retreat.

The officers in the cars were puzzled, squinting their eyes to avoid the glaring light, they could see the true form of those vehicles.

Police cars!

Blocking them were police cars!

At least a dozen, possibly more!

The officers became anxious, swallowing hard.

"Director Zhang, it’s, it’s police cars!" They really guessed it, the opponent did call the police.

Director Zhang’s face turned dark, damn it, what was Song Guanchao trying to pull?

Disrupting unity, disrupting stability?

"Knock, knock."

A middle-aged policeman walked over and tapped on the car window.

The window lowered, Director Zhang leaned back against the seat with presence, expressionlessly scrutinizing the middle-aged policeman: "Have your leader come talk to me!"

The middle-aged policeman narrowed his eyes, saying: "I’m in charge here, if you have anything to say, speak to me."

This middle-aged policeman was Director Ma.

"You’re in charge?" Director Zhang snorted: "We are in the process of arresting criminal suspects, you obstructing here, are seriously affecting our actions, move aside immediately!"

Director Ma chuckled: "Step out of the car."

Director Zhang’s brow furrowed: "What did you say?"

"Get out of the car," Director Ma said, "Please cooperate to avoid any unfriendly occurrences."

Director Zhang had never been treated like this, though rationality said this was Jiangzhou, not Feng City, best not to clash head-on.

But having been a director for so many years, accustomed to superiority, suddenly being ignored made him very angry.

"This is Director Zhang," the officer in the driver’s seat quickly introduced, "Director of the Phoenix City Public Security Bureau."

"Step out of the car, don’t make me repeat this a third time!"

Director Ma pulled out the baton from his waist, his tone carrying a hint of reprimand.

The junior officer saw Director Zhang’s face go green and quickly persuaded him: "Director Zhang, don’t be angry, there must be a misunderstanding, let’s cooperate with the local police officers and explain things properly later."

Director Zhang took a deep breath, suppressing his urge to curse, saying: "Tonight’s incident, afterward your municipal bureau needs to give me a reasonable explanation!"