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

"Physical persuasion?"

When Scarface heard those four words, he was first stunned, then as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, the hideous scar on his face twitched with a twisted smile.

"Kid, you fucking think you're invincible just because you beat up two pieces of trash?"

He slowly pulled out a half-meter-long machete from his lower back.

The blade gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight.

"This knife of mine has been used from south to north for years, my hands are stained with blood! Today, I'll show you what true 'physics' really means!"

His last remaining henchman, mustering his courage, picked up the steel pipe from the ground again and roared, his voice trembling with fear, "You're dead if you dare lay a hand on Brother Qiang's men!"

In the distance, the villagers who were hiding were so frightened by the sight of the drawn knives that they dared not even show their heads.

However, even when faced with that powerful machete capable of splitting stone and shattering rocks, Liu Ming's face remained calm and composed.

He even commented with great interest, "The knife is good, but it's a pity the person using it is too slow."

"Damn it! You're asking for it!"

Scarface's pride was deeply insulted. He roared, gripped his sword with both hands, and unleashed a powerful, sweeping blow, aiming straight for Liu Ming's skull!

This strike was powerful and heavy; if it landed squarely, it would not only cleave a person in two, but even a cow would be split in two!

however……

Just when the blade was less than ten centimeters from Liu Ming's head.

Liu Ming made a move.

His movements were extremely simple.

There was no dodging, no blocking.

He simply raised his right hand.

Then, under Scarface's horrified and incredulous gaze, he gently and accurately caught the whistling blade between his index and middle fingers.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound, like metal clashing!

That machete, powerful enough to cut through gold and jade, stopped abruptly in mid-air, just a finger's width away from Liu Ming's hair!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Scarface felt as if he had struck a piece of refined steel. The enormous recoil made his hands go numb, and he almost couldn't even hold his knife.

He strained with all his might, trying to push the blade down even a fraction more.

But those two fingers, which didn't look particularly thick, were like an insurmountable mountain, rendering all his efforts futile.

Is this...is this even human?

Catching a blade bare-handed?

Do not!

This is ten thousand times more terrifying than catching a blade barehanded.

This is a machete being held between two fingers as it is being cleaved with all its might.

"I told you, you're too slow."

Liu Ming's voice, like a demonic sound from the depths of hell, rang in Scarface's ears.

next second.

There was a "click" sound!

Liu Ming's two fingers shifted slightly!

That steel machete broke in half as easily as fragile glass!

The broken blade traced a silver arc in the air before embedding itself deeply into the tire of the dump truck next to it with a "thud".

"hiss--!"

The sound of a tire deflating and the sound of the scarred man gasping for breath rang out at the same time.

He stared at the broken half of the knife in his hand, his mind blank, even forgetting his fear.

Before he could react...

Liu Ming's figure had already moved close to him like a ghost.

It was still just a simple punch.

So fast that only a blur remained.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Liu Ming's fist landed squarely on the scarred man's abdomen.

Scarface's body instantly arched like a boiled shrimp, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. He felt as if his internal organs had been displaced by that punch, and a mixture of acid and bile surged wildly up from his throat.

"vomit……"

Before he could even scream, he collapsed to his knees, clutching his stomach and retching violently.

The only henchman still standing was completely terrified by what he saw.

He yelled, threw down the steel pipe in his hand, and turned to run away.

But can he escape?

Liu Ming didn't even turn her head.

He picked up the steel pipe that his underling had thrown away and flicked his wrist.

"Whoosh—!"

The steel pipe flew like an arrow, whistling through the air, and struck the fleeing henchman precisely in the back of the knee.

"what!"

Another scream rang out.

The henchman's legs buckled, and he fell face-first to the ground.

At this point, the battle is over.

From the moment Scarface drew his knife to the moment all three were rendered incapacitated, the entire process took no more than ten seconds.

Clean and neat.

Completely destroying everything in its path.

Liu Ming walked up to the first underling, who was clutching his wrist and rolling on the ground in pain, squatted down, and asked in an extremely calm tone:

"Now, can we have a proper talk?"

The younger brother was sweating profusely from the pain. Looking at Liu Ming's expressionless face, he was trembling with fear, his teeth chattering.

"Master...Master...I was wrong...I'll never do it again..."

"I'll ask, you answer." Liu Ming's voice was devoid of any emotion. "What makes your boss, Nine Fingers, so strong?"

"I...I don't know...Brother Qiang's whereabouts are unpredictable..."

"Snap!"

Another cracking sound of bone breaking.

Without any expression, Liu Ming broke his other intact wrist as well.

"ah--!"

A scream ten times more piercing than before echoed through the sky.

Liu Ming stood up and walked over to the underling who had fallen to the ground, repeating the question she had just asked.

"Where is Nine-Fingered Strong?"

The underling was terrified. Seeing his companion's miserable state, he dared not hide anything and spilled everything he knew.

"In...in the county town! The 'Fa Fa Fa' underground casino in the western suburbs! Brother Qiang...Brother Qiang plays cards there every afternoon!"

"very good."

Liu Ming nodded, having gotten the answer she wanted.

He ignored the thugs who were now useless.

He walked up to the dump trucks blocking the road and glanced at their loads full of sand and gravel.

He took a deep breath, lowered his legs slightly, and assumed a standard horse stance.

Use your waist to generate power, and channel it into your arms!

"drink!"

A low shout!

He actually used his own shoulders to brace himself against the cargo bed of that dump truck that weighed tens of tons!

In the distance, the villagers stared at them as if they had seen a ghost.

That dump truck, which was like a steel behemoth, was actually pushed to the side by him... half a meter!

A gap appeared, just big enough for a jeep to pass through.

After doing all this, Liu Ming patted the dust off her hands, as if she had only done a trivial little thing.

He returned to his car and took out two beautifully packaged bottles of Moutai and a carton of premium Zhonghua cigarettes from the trunk.

He gently placed the cigarettes and alcohol in front of the stone tablet at the village entrance that read "Xiaxi Village," as if he were offering a sacrifice.

"Xiao Qi, I've come to see you."

"I've cleaned up these pieces of trash at the village entrance for you."

"However, it doesn't seem to be enough."

"Their leader is called Nine Fingers Strong, right?"

"Don't worry, after today, either all ten of his fingers will be broken, or..."

"To disappear completely from this world."

After Liu-Ming finished speaking, she turned around and got into the car.

The dilapidated jeep roared and sped through the passage he had forced open, heading straight for the county town without stopping!