230: Chapter 231 Fury Through Bulletproof Glass: "He's a hero who broke down barriers for the nation!"

"Screech—!!!"

The harsh sound of rubber friction, like a sharp blade, instantly tore through the silence of the street.

A jet-black heavy motorcycle arrived, carrying the violent residual heat of its engine.

Without any sign of slowing down, it braked aggressively and abruptly right in the center of the main gate of the heavily guarded US Consulate in Shanghai.

Dozens of security guards in black, whose numbers had already been multiplied due to the transnational arrest incident, swarmed forward in unison like an instantly enraged swarm of bees with a "clatter."

Several pitch-black gun barrels mercilessly locked onto the man on the motorcycle.

Facing a defensive formation that would make an ordinary person's legs go weak, Shen Hong couldn't even be bothered to step off the motorcycle.

He propped himself up with one foot, his deep eyes devoid of even a shred of warmth.

He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

He reached one hand into the inside of his leather jacket, pulled out a dark-colored special identification card, and slammed it heavily against the chest of the lead security guard.

"Thwack!"

The ID card landed solidly on the guard's chest.

"National Security Bureau, Special Investigator."

Shen Hong's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable arrogance and sense of oppression.

The guard instinctively wanted to draw his gun and shout, but when his gaze touched the gold-stamped characters on the cover of the ID, his movements froze instantly, and his face turned deathly pale.

These rigorously trained security guards didn't dare to slack off in the slightest; they even instinctively lowered their raised gun barrels.

The lead guard immediately pressed the hidden communicator at his collar, frantically transmitting the disturbance outside the gate to the internal affairs team deep inside the embassy.

Inside the embassy's surveillance room, the National Security team leader, who was responsible for monitoring Shen Du around the clock, heard the urgent report in his earpiece and his brow knitted into a tight knot.

"Special Investigator? Since when did we have such a secret position?"

Just in case, and fearing that his subordinates might cause a diplomatic incident, the team leader didn't dare to be careless; he immediately pushed open the bulletproof glass door and strode toward the embassy gate to verify it in person.

However, just as he crossed the threshold, his gaze passed through the layers of security guards and landed on the face of the man sitting on the heavy motorcycle, who was radiating cold, sharp killing intent.

The team leader's forward momentum seemed to be instantly drained of strength, and he was frozen in place.

Immediately after, his legs uncontrollably shook violently.

Within half a second, his uniform shirt on his back was thoroughly soaked through with a dense layer of cold sweat.

He knew this face all too well.

Back in those years, in the death traps of border drug lords, and during that traitor-cleansing operation where they almost suffered total annihilation, it was this living Yama before him who, single-handedly manning a heavy machine gun, had crushed those professionally trained armed thugs like slaughtering chickens, pressing them into a pool of blood!

That feeling of terror, dominated by bullets and severed limbs, instantly pierced through the team leader's entire body like an electric current.

The team leader swallowed hard, his throat dry.

Ignoring the surprised gazes of the surrounding security personnel, his originally straight back instantly stooped.

He jogged down the steps, went straight to the motorcycle, and lowered his voice in awe.

There was even an uncontrollable tremor in his tone:

"Is… is it you?! Why… why did you come here yourself?"

Shen Hong casually snatched the dark ID card back from the stiff team leader's hand and tucked it into his jacket.

He couldn't even be bothered to exchange a single word of pleasantries.

His deep, icy eyes stared fixedly at the sweating team leader, and he cut straight to the point in a forceful tone:

"I'm here to see the kid being held inside. Is there a problem?"

"This…"

The team leader's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He instinctively wanted to open his mouth to cite the regulations and say, "This doesn't comply with the rules for foreign visitation."

But just as the words reached his throat, he met Shen Hong's cold, murderous gaze, and the team leader's neck shrank back.

Facing this "living Yama" who possessed unlimited authority to open fire and feared no taboos within the country, he swallowed that bureaucratic nonsense, along with the saliva brought on by his fright, back into his stomach.

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!"

The team leader immediately put on an extremely ingratiating smile, exaggeratedly stepped aside, and made a gesture of invitation.

He waved his hand to disperse the surrounding black-clad security guards who were holding their guns like they were facing a great enemy, and personally ran to the front, bowing and scraping to lead the way.

Under the protection of this team leader, Shen Hong drove straight in along the bluestone path inside the embassy.

He didn't even go through a single security check, heading straight for the core detention area in an overbearing manner.

Passing through layers of electronic access controls, the two arrived at the sealed detention area deep inside the embassy.

Shen Hong stopped.

Through the thick one-way bulletproof glass on the wall, his gaze, like a sharp blade, pierced directly into the cold interrogation room.

In the room on the other side of the glass, the light from the incandescent lamp was blindingly bright.

Although there was food and water on the table that hadn't been touched much, there was no bed or anything in the entire room that could be used for rest.

Shen Du was being strictly confined to a narrow, hard wooden stool in the corner without even a backrest.

He could neither stand up to walk around at will nor lie down to stretch his limbs.

This continuous sitting posture was a cruel drain on his spine and stamina.

But even while suffering this vicious "soft torture," Shen Du still sat there with his back straight.

He sat with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed in quiet repose.

Not only did he not frown, but his handsome face even radiated a sense of composure and coldness, as if Mount Tai were collapsing before him without changing his expression.

Looking through the glass, at his own flesh and blood whose features resembled his third sister, watching the nephew of the dignified Shen Family being worn down by such insidious means.

Shen Hong's hands, hanging at his sides, suddenly clenched into fists under his leather jacket, his knuckles instantly turning a terrifying, ghastly white.

His heart uncontrollably gave a sharp, painful twitch.

But on his weathered, resolute face, he didn't show even a shred of weakness or heartache.

Only those eyes, staring fixedly through the glass into the interrogation room, were at this moment thoroughly cold to the extreme, ready to overflow with bloodthirsty ice shards.

"Bang!"

Shen Hong turned around abruptly, without any warning.

He violently grabbed the team leader's uniform collar, dragging him right in front of him.

His eyes, like those of a lone wolf, stared fixedly at the other man, his tone carrying a suffocating, biting chill:

"I recall that he is only suspected of violating commercial patent law; there's no need for such torture, right? Sitting on this hard stool without a backrest, not even having the freedom to go to the bathroom? Is this how you treat an outstanding domestic entrepreneur?!"

Facing this sudden attack and the terrifying killing intent rushing toward him, the team leader turned pale with fear.

He waved his hands repeatedly, sweating profusely as he hurriedly explained:

"Officer, how could that be! We wouldn't dare!"

The team leader swallowed and pointed to the room inside, quickly adding:

"Because he has to cooperate with the US side's cross-examination during the day, we temporarily arranged him in this waiting area.

Come nightfall, he still has a proper room and a bed to sleep in!

As for eating and using the restroom, as long as he asks, our people will immediately take him there.

No one would dare to intentionally make things difficult for our own people in these aspects!"

Hearing this assurance, the near-uncontrollable violence in Shen Hong's eyes was barely suppressed.

He snorted coldly and slowly released the team leader's collar.

He then used the back of his hand to forcefully pat down the wrinkles he had caused on the other man's clothes, and nodded coldly:

"That's good!"

Shen Hong turned his head and, through the one-way glass, took one last deep look at the young figure inside, who was as straight as a javelin.

Afterward, he turned back and dropped a forceful, irrefutable statement to the team leader:

"Take good care of him for me!

He is not a criminal; he is a hero who is breaking through international barriers for our country!"

Having dropped this, Shen Hong did not linger for even a second.

He turned around decisively.

With his heavy tactical boots, he strode down the corridor and left the oppressive detention area without looking back.