On the afternoon of the day the impeachment case was passed, the federal authorities issued an arrest warrant for the former president.

As soon as this sensational news came out, media outlets from all over San Lorenzo swarmed to the gates of the Central Military Hospital, ready to capture this historic moment.

Even journalists who had nothing to do with politics followed suit and went to the scene to join in the fun.

The hospital gate was crowded, and the federal police had to send additional personnel to maintain order on the roads.

Mo Xin’s car went directly through a special passage, entered the underground parking lot, and after Vincent parked and turned off the engine, he glanced worriedly at Liang Qiuchi sitting in the back seat.

Although Liang Qiuchi had been released, the official revocation notice had not been issued yet. If he showed up at this time, it might be inappropriate.

Liang Qiuchi tightened the fingers intertwined with Mo Xin’s and said, “Be careful later, I’ll find a chance to go upstairs.”

Mo Xin responded with an “OK”, opened the car door, and immediately several uniformed personnel hurriedly approached from the elevator entrance.

Looking at their shoulder badges, their positions were not low.

Mo Xin put on the bulletproof vest that Vincent handed him. With broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, he checked his weapons while listening to the officials’ briefing and walked into the elevator with a vigorous and imposing manner.

Reinis’ special ward was in Block C on the third floor. When he was admitted, this floor had already been cleared of unrelated personnel, leaving only a few medical staff and security guards.

Mo Xin stepped out of the elevator and glanced at the stairwell a few steps away.

Several media reporters were crowded there, constantly probing forward, hoping to grab first-hand information.

Mo Xin gave Vincent a glance, and Vincent immediately understood, calling two police officers to the stairwell to disperse the media.

Accompanied by two other officials, Mo Xin went to Block C.

The corridor was still relatively spacious and bright, but at the moment, it was mostly occupied by a fully armed special forces squad, crowded and oppressive.

The squad leader approached with his gun, saluted Mo Xin, and reported, “The target refuses to surrender. He is currently hiding in the C4 ward, and the door lock has been broken. Please give instructions, sir!”

After all, the target of arrest was a former president, so they dared not act rashly.

Mo Xin asked, “Does he have a gun?”

“Sir, the situation with firearms is unclear, but he has a fruit knife in his hand.”

Mo Xin put on his all-black tactical gloves calmly and walked towards the C4 ward. “I’ll go in first, and you follow instructions outside.”

He didn’t knock on the door or greet anyone, just looked through the open crack of the door and pushed it open.

As evening approached, Reinis sat at the end of the hospital bed, his upper body immersed in the dim shadows, slightly hunched, showing a hint of old and tired demeanor.

“Why are you alone?” Reinis looked towards the half-open door behind Mo Xin. “Where’s the other one?”

Mo Xin knowingly asked, “Who are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Reinis played with the fruit knife in his hand. “You and Liang Qiuchi have been colluding, I hate that I haven’t been able to find evidence to take you down early.”

Mo Xin pulled over a chair and sat three meters away from the ward.

He seemed ready to have a long conversation.

But he was always a man of few words, and Reinis didn’t want to communicate with him either.

It was just that the pent-up feelings of resentment and frustration needed to be vented.

“Was everything planned?” Reinis stared at Mo Xin. “Danga, Lugo, and those counties that announced tax suspensions… it’s all your conspiracy.”

The arrangements were made swiftly, and the evidence exposure was also very rhythmic.

It gave the media time to ferment public opinion, but didn’t allow for any counterattacks from their side, then threw out the next accusation.

Most fatal of all, Reinis’ eldest son was suddenly arrested, and his confidants turned against him one after another. Overnight, his right-hand men were turned against him, and he had no way to retaliate even if he wanted to.

“When did you start planning?” Reinis questioned in a low voice.

Mo Xin’s face turned cold, and he gave a two-word answer.

“No comment.”

That was also a tacit admission.

Reinis gritted his teeth. “How did you persuade those people to dare to come forward as witnesses, accusing me?”

He didn’t believe that those people just suddenly turned their guns on him because of public opinion. Their reactions couldn’t be so uniform without someone manipulating them from behind.

Even if he were to die, he wanted to die with an understanding.

Mo Xin suddenly looked past the hospital bed, towards the window behind Reinis.

His right hand, enveloped in black tactical gloves, gently lifted, and his index finger gestured outside the window.

Reinis suddenly turned his head, only to see a tall figure wearing combat gear and a riot helmet, holding onto a rope and hanging outside the window.

In a moment of distraction, the special forces soldier had kicked open the window and swung into the ward.

Reinis subconsciously tried to swing his knife, but the other’s long leg swept in, a ruthless kick directly knocked his old face off balance, and the fruit knife, along with two gold-inlaid false teeth, fell to the ground.

Immediately after, Reinis was subdued.

“Let go of me! Let go!”

Reinis roared, blood flowing down his chin.

The special forces soldier quickly handcuffed his right hand, with the other end locked to the railing at the end of the hospital bed.

Then, he took off his all-black riot helmet and face mask.

After seeing his face clearly, Reinis instantly sat down like a force had been sucked out of him, no longer struggling futilely.

Mo Xin also had a moment of surprise.

He stood up, closed the door first, then carefully examined Liang Qiuchi from head to toe. “Where did you get this equipment?”

“Vincent got it. It’s not too conspicuous,” Liang Qiuchi wiped the slightly sweaty hair on his forehead. “But it’s too hot and stuffy.”

He looked at Mo Xin again, waving his hand, “Hurry up and sit down. You didn’t get enough sleep earlier.”

Mo Xin nodded and sat back in the chair.

Seeing their intimate conversation, Reinis knew that his speculation was probably too conservative compared to reality.

He couldn’t help but laugh at himself.

Liang Qiuchi turned around, looking down at him from a higher position. “Long time no see.”

Reinis spat out a mouthful of blood and said bitterly, “I should have killed you back then.”

“Too bad, you made the wrong decision,” Liang Qiuchi said. “I guess you started regretting it on the day Roy Reinis died.”

Thinking of his youngest son dying tragically under his gun, Old Reinis gritted his teeth, “How can a murderer like you still walk out of prison so openly! Who let you out?”

Liang Qiuchi sneered, “I was eliminating harm for the people, so of course I could come out. But this time you’re going in, and don’t expect to come out again. Are you so afraid that you’re refusing to surrender?”

Old Reinis snorted disdainfully, “Do you think you can bring me down with those pieces of evidence? I’ll hire the best lawyer…”

“And then pass on all the crimes you committed to whom? Your confidants, or your eldest son?” Liang Qiuchi looked at him as if he were looking at an ant.

Reinis remained silent for a long time, clenching and releasing his fists, repeating the question that hung over his chest.

“How did you convince those people to become witnesses with tainted evidence? When did it start?”

Liang Qiuchi answered truthfully, “I’ve been in contact with them privately for five or six years. You thought you had them firmly under your control, able to oppress, exclude, and manipulate at will. But who would willingly let their family be threatened for so long?”

“But I gave them enough money!”

Reinis struggled with his hands, and the handcuffs hitting the railing made a crisp sound, making the special forces team waiting outside the corridor nervous.

Mo Xin, who had been distracted observing Liang Qiuchi’s physique, suddenly interjected, “How much money is enough?”

Reinis fell silent again.

Liang Qiuchi didn’t want to talk nonsense with him anymore. He picked up his helmet, intending to let Mo Xin call in the people outside to take Reinis away. Suddenly, Reinis muttered in a resigned tone, “Liang Yi raised a good son.”

Liang Qiuchi looked at him again, his eyes filled with a hint of killing intent.

“But you’re just as naive as your father,” Reinis looked up at him, a smile of disdain and puzzlement barely visible, “What’s in this federation that’s worth your loyalty? Are you willing to risk your life just to kill me? How much is loyalty worth?”

Liang Qiuchi’s jaw tensed, using all his willpower to suppress the urge to punch him.

Mo Xin stood up, putting his hand on Liang Qiuchi’s shoulder and pulling him behind him.

“Don’t waste any more words,” he glanced at Reinis, “Save some energy for defending yourself in military court.”

He turned to open the door, but before his hand touched the handle, he suddenly turned back.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you some news.”

Mo Xin rarely curved his lips into a smile, but his smile now was chilling.

“An hour ago, Will Reinis left behind a statement accusing you in prison, then committed suicide.”