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

Although the opening ceremony of Longdun Security was low-key, all the bigwigs who were supposed to attend were present, and the event was quite grand.

The news spread like wildfire, reaching the entire underground world of Jiangnan Province overnight.

But there are always some ignorant or self-righteous fools who like to pluck the tiger's mantle.

The third day after opening.

A row of black Jinbei vans, exuding an arrogant and domineering aura, blocked the entrance to the Dragon Shield Security Training Base.

The car door swung open with a "whoosh," and twenty or thirty young men with brightly colored hair and tattoos of ribbonfish and mantis shrimp on their arms jumped out. They carried steel pipes and baseball bats, each with their necks tilted to the side, eyes squinting, and cigarettes dangling from their mouths, acting all high and mighty.

The leader was a bald man with a huge gold chain around his neck that could be used to leash a dog. As soon as he got out of the car, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Damn it! New guy, don't you know the rules? Don't you know who's in charge of this area? You've been open for three days and haven't paid your protection money yet. Don't you want to stay in business?"

The two new recruits from the Dragon Shield Guard, standing guard at the gate, were not afraid of this scene. Instead, they exchanged a glance and revealed an extremely excited smile.

Very good!

I've been tortured by those perverted instructors for the past two weeks to the point where I'm starting to question my existence. I'm just worried about having a lot of energy that I don't know where to use!

So someone's offering themselves up as a punching bag?

"Halt!" One of the recruits stepped forward and, in accordance with training regulations, shouted in a clear and loud voice, "This is a private military-controlled area! Unauthorized personnel are not allowed! Please leave immediately, or we will take coercive measures!"

"Oh ho? Trying to pull that act on me?" The bald man laughed in anger, spitting on the ground. "Military control zone? Who are you trying to scare? I'm going in today! Smash it!"

At his command, the thugs behind him immediately charged forward with howls, smashing their steel pipes at the expensive electric sliding gate.

"Warning! Warning! Unidentified individuals have violently broken in!"

The piercing alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire base.

Strangely, no large number of security guards rushed out.

Only one person.

A bald giant, nearly two meters tall and as strong as a bear, slowly walked out of the training field. He was shirtless, his bronze muscles glistening with sweat, and in his hands... he was even carrying two 100-kilogram barbell plates, as if he were taking a stroll.

It's a tank.

He was doing bench presses when the alarm started blaring, so he came out to see who was foolish enough to do this.

"What's all the noise about? Can't a person even work out in peace?"

Tank walked to the door and looked at the group of thugs who were banging on the door with steel pipes. He looked at them like a group of monkeys jumping around, his eyes full of impatience.

The bald man who was banging on the door also saw the tank.

He was stunned for a moment, then was intimidated by Tank's muscles, which were comparable to those of a bodybuilder.

But emboldened by his numbers, he still dared to yell, "Who the hell are you? Open the door right now! Or I'll smash you up too!"

The tank didn't speak.

He simply and slowly put down the two barbell plates that together weighed a total of four hundred pounds.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud resounded, and the ground shook three times.

Then, he cracked his neck, making a sickening "crack" sound.

"Just the few of you?"

He pointed to the twenty-odd thugs, then to himself, grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Let's all come at him together."

"So I don't have to throw them away one by one."

"Damn it! Brothers! Let's get him!"

This is an absolute disgrace!

The bald man was furious!

At his command, more than twenty thugs surged toward the iron gate, which was not even as tall as them, like a tidal wave.

However, the next second.

They experienced firsthand what...despair truly meant.

The tanks didn't even wait for them to reach them.

He took a deep breath and exerted force with both arms!

"Give me a name!"

A loud shout!

That electric sliding gate, made of thick solid steel and weighing hundreds of kilograms, was actually... actually lifted off the track by him!

That's right!

It was lifted up!

Like weightlifting!

"Holy shit..."

The thugs at the front had their eyes bulging out of their sockets. They slammed on the brakes and came to a stop in their tracks, their faces filled with disbelief!

But this is not over yet!

Tank lifted the massive iron gate above his head, the veins on his arms bulging like writhing dragons, and then he hurled it at the group of terrified thugs!

"Get the hell out of here!"

"call--!"

The massive iron gate traced a terrifying arc through the air, carrying an unparalleled force, and crashed down like Mount Tai!

"ah--!"

"Run!"

The thugs screamed as if they had seen a ghost, and fled in panic.

"BOOM—!!!"

The iron gate slammed down, kicking up a cloud of dust!

Although it didn't directly hit anyone, the terrifying visual impact and the deafening roar completely shattered the fighting spirit of this rabble!

Tank clapped his hands, threw the gate away like trash, and then, like a human tank, strode into the group of thugs who were already in complete disarray!

What followed was a one-sided beating, with no suspense whatsoever.

Or rather, it's like throwing sandbags.

"Bang!"

He picked up a thug like a chicken and threw him five or six meters away, where he smashed the roof of the Jinbei van, leaving a large dent in it.

"Snapped!"

Before the other thug's steel pipe could even fall, he slapped him so hard he spun around three times, his teeth flying out mixed with blood.

Screams and the sound of bones cracking rose and fell.

Less than a minute.

The twenty-odd thugs who were so aggressive just moments ago are now all lying on the ground.

None of them were standing.

Tank stood in the middle of the mess, dusted off his hands, and felt that it wasn't even a warm-up.

"this one?"

He pursed his lips, looking like he wanted more.

"Damn it, he's too weak to fight."

……

Half an hour later.

In the president's office of "Emperor," the largest nightclub in the neighboring city.

A middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt and a large gold chain suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, frantically kowtowing into a video call.

He's the leader of that bald thug from earlier.

In the video, there's Heilong's face, so gloomy it looks like it could drip water.

"Brother Long... I was wrong! I didn't recognize your esteemed position! I didn't know that was your territory!"

"My territory?" the black dragon in the video sneered. "You're wrong. That's not my territory."

"That's...my master's territory."

"You dared to go there to collect protection money, and you even injured my master's men (although none of them were actually hurt)..."

Black Dragon paused, his voice as cold as a knife.

"Tell me, what should I do with you?"

"Brother Long! Please spare my life! I'm willing to pay compensation! I'll pay any amount!"

"Compensation?" Black Dragon shook his head. "My master is not short of money."

What he lacks is a dog that can bite for him.

"And you..."

Black Dragon looked at him as if he were a dead man.

"...They don't even deserve to be called dogs."

"beep."

The video call was disconnected.

the next day.

A message spread throughout the underground world of Jiangnan Province.

—The largest gang in the neighboring city, the "Axe Gang," collapsed overnight. The gang leader lay dead in the street.

All of this stemmed from the fact that they had messed with someone they shouldn't have.

—Dragon Shield Security.

From then on.

The term "Dragon Shield" has become an absolute taboo in the entire underworld.

No one dared to go to that abandoned textile factory again to collect that deadly... protection fee.