Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

The abandoned textile factory on the outskirts of Ningzhou has now been completely transformed.

Three layers of high-voltage electric fences are strung along the towering walls, and the entrance is even equipped with anti-collision bollards and a facial recognition access control system. A rather inconspicuous, even somewhat rustic, sign hangs there: "Longdun Security Service Co., Ltd. Ningzhou Training Base".

Today is the third day of the onboarding training for the first batch of new employees at Longdun Security. Fifty veterans, recently discharged from the military, stand on the parade ground. When they first saw Longdun's recruitment brochure offering a starting monthly salary of 15,000 yuan, plus five social insurances and one housing fund, and a generous year-end bonus, they were all overjoyed, thinking they had struck gold. In their view, corporate security guards were nothing more than standing guard and patrolling, occasionally dealing with a few troublemakers—a completely different experience for veterans from regular field units.

But now they are filled with deep regret.

"Hurry up! Has no one eaten yet?! The last person's braised pork for lunch is canceled!" Tank, wearing a tight black vest and holding a megaphone, stood on the platform and roared wildly. His rock-like muscles gleamed in the sunlight, making him look like a fierce and angry Vajra.

Below was a 400-meter-long obstacle course that had just been dug and erected. Fifty young men, covered in foul mud, crawled forward like ghosts struggling in hell, carrying 30-kilogram sandbags on their backs. A dense barbed wire fence stretched overhead, and if they raised their heads even slightly, the sharp barbs would mercilessly cut a bloody gash into their scalps.

"This isn't security guard training! Even our major military competitions aren't this insane!" A veteran named Li Erniu wailed, spitting out mud and water. "I feel like I'm here to be a special forces soldier, not a security guard!"

"Stop talking nonsense! If you can't climb fast enough, get out of here! Dragon Shield doesn't keep trash!" Vulture appeared at the edge of the mud pit like a ghost. He held a high-pressure water gun and mercilessly sprayed icy water jets at those who had slowed down. The powerful water pressure directly knocked several exhausted people over the mud and water, making them tumble several times.

The Poison Doctor sat under a parasol, legs crossed, sipping an ice-cold cola. Beside him sat a row of first-aid kits and various oddly colored vials, muttering leisurely, "Don't push yourself too hard! Raise your hand if you can't take it anymore. I have some freshly concocted energizing injections here. One shot and I guarantee you'll be like you've been injected with chicken blood, able to run another ten kilometers. The side effect might be three days of diarrhea. Who wants to be my guinea pig?"

Hearing the poison doctor's words, the young men in the mud, who were already nearly exhausted, shuddered. They had witnessed the terrifying methods of this military doctor in the past three days; falling into his hands would be worse than falling into the hands of a tank. So, they mustered up some strength from somewhere and desperately crawled forward.

This kind of physical torture that challenges one's physiological limits is just the appetizer.

What truly drove them to despair and even question their existence was the tactical training that followed. Lone Wolf, as the head instructor, directly transplanted the CQB (Close Quarters Battle) and VIP protection tactics from special forces. He not only required these veterans to master the principles of seizure and attack with various cold and hot weapons, but also demanded that they develop absolute muscle memory in simulated sudden attack scenarios.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunfire erupted in the simulated street training ground. Lone Wolf and Tank personally took on the role of armed attackers, their attacks extremely ruthless, each strike aimed straight for vital organs, showing no sign of holding back in the drills. On the first day of the simulated escort mission, the VIP mannequins were "shot in the head" more than ten times, and the veterans responsible for security were tossed around like sandbags by Tank alone, leaving them bruised and battered, their bones nearly broken.

"Do you think the enemy you're facing will listen to the rules of the underworld?!" Lone Wolf coldly reprimanded, stepping on a fallen student. "When it comes to life and death, the enemy won't give you a chance to draw your gun! If your reaction time is even a fraction of a second slower, your employer will be a corpse! And you can forget about coming back alive!"

Under this brutal and hellish training, the fifty veterans were forced to shed the last trace of their impetuousness and pride.

half a month later.

The sun blazed overhead, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

Liu Ming, dressed in simple casual clothes, pushed open the gate of the training base. Nangong Yao, wearing sunglasses, followed beside him, curiously examining this hidden fortress that she had personally approved to build at great expense.

The playground was quiet, without the wailing and screaming that had been happening half a month ago.

Fifty men, clad in black all-weather combat uniforms and tactical vests adorned with various riot control gear, stood in perfect formation under the scorching sun, like fifty straight javelins. Their skin was tanned and peeling, but not one of them scratched it, not even blinking. The disdain they had shown upon arrival was gone from their eyes; replaced by a chilling killing intent that had settled in after countless trials.

It was a truly chilling, iron-blooded aura, like a pack of wolves unleashed from its gates.

Liu Ming walked onto the reviewing stand and looked at the team that the Dragon Fang squad had painstakingly assembled in a very short time, nodding with extreme satisfaction. He could sense that these fifty men had undergone a complete transformation. While their individual skills might not yet match those of the true Dragon Fang elite soldiers, in the security field of Ningzhou and even the entire Jiangnan Province, this was absolutely an invincible force capable of sweeping away everything.

"Reporting, boss! The first training squad of Dragon Shield Security has assembled! Fifty men are present! Please give your instructions!" Tank strode forward with heavy, powerful steps and reported loudly. He looked at his men, whom he had tormented to the point of near death, and a hint of undisguised pride flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you all for your hard work." Liu Ming patted Tank on the shoulder, then his sharp gaze swept over the fifty resolute faces.

"I heard you've been trained terribly these past two weeks. Some people have been privately cursing the instructors as perverts and calling this place hell, right?" Liu Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears. "But what I see here today isn't a bunch of cowardly retreaters, but a pack of true wolves unleashed from their cages. You've proven to me with your sweat and blood that you deserve this black battle suit, that you deserve the name 'Dragon Shield'!"

The fifty tough men below stood ramrod straight, but their eyes couldn't help but gleam with excitement. The hellish torture of the past two weeks seemed to have been completely worth it the moment they received the approval of this mysterious big boss.

Nangong Yao took off her sunglasses and looked at the incredibly powerful team in front of her, her beautiful eyes filled with undisguised shock. She had originally thought that Liu Ming was just casually setting up a high-end security company for fun, but now it seemed that he had clearly used a legal facade to build a private special forces unit! If this terrifying force were to be unleashed, the entire business world of Ningzhou, and even those shady underworld entities, would probably be shaken to its core.

"But don't think it's over and you can just lie around and collect your high salaries." Liu Ming's lips curled into a familiar, wild smile that sent chills down the spines of Lone Wolf and the others. "The waters of Ningzhou run deep. Our next task isn't to stand guard foolishly at the gate, but to fight and shed blood. To shield those willing to pay from open and hidden attacks, and to clear all the obstacles in our path."

He walked to the front of the line, looked at Li Erniu who was standing at the head of the first row, and asked him casually.

"Tell me loudly! What would you do if someone pointed a knife or a gun at your employer right now?"

Li Erniu suddenly took a step forward, veins bulging on his neck, and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Stand in front of him! Crush him!"

Liu Ming smiled with satisfaction and turned to look at the members of the Dragon Fang Squad behind him.

"Lone Wolf, take your men and get ready to take a job. Those scoundrels in Ningzhou's underworld have been causing trouble for too long; it's time to show them what real rules are."

The lone wolf grinned, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and his joints cracked as he clenched his fists.

"Don't worry, boss, the guys are itching to go. Tell me, which place should we wreck tonight to establish our authority?"