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

There are only three days left until the start of the provincial Party School.

Liu Ming's actions these past few days may seem calm on the surface, but in reality, there are undercurrents surging beneath.

He didn't go looking for those terrified "old acquaintances" again, as that would only alert them. Instead, he used his current position as the "top leader of the High-tech Zone" to frequently visit the Municipal Archives, the Land and Resources Bureau, and even some inconspicuous street offices under the guise of "project research."

He's doing a jigsaw puzzle.

Using seemingly unrelated documents buried in old papers—land approvals, personnel transfers, and even household registration records—we can gradually uncover the truth behind the deliberately concealed bloodshed of ten years ago.

His "abnormal" behavior clearly alerted the huge black hand hidden in the shadows.

……

That afternoon, Liu Ming had just returned from an outside survey. As soon as she entered the office, she smelled an extremely faint, unfamiliar scent.

It was a smell that was a mixture of gunpowder and metal.

His gaze suddenly sharpened.

The office was spotless, just as it had been when he left.

It was as if nothing had happened.

But Liu Ming was like a cheetah that had smelled danger; all the muscles in her body tensed up instantly!

He didn't turn on the light.

They didn't even draw the curtains.

He simply stepped back silently and closed the office door again.

Then, he took out a tiny detector from his pocket, no bigger than a fingernail, designed to prevent eavesdropping and surreptitious filming.

This is the latest invention of "Ghost Hand".

He flipped the switch.

The green indicator light on the detector, which represents "safety," did not light up.

Instead, the red warning light, which signifies "extreme danger," was flashing frantically and silently!

"interesting."

A cold smile curled at the corners of Liu Ming's lips.

His gaze, like the most sophisticated radar, rapidly swept across every corner of the office!

Pen holder...

Potted plants...

chandelier……

Finally, his gaze settled on the package on his desk that he had just received that morning and hadn't had time to open yet.

The envelope was ordinary, made of kraft paper, and there was nothing written on it.

But Liu Ming could sense a chilling murderous aura emanating from that envelope!

He did not rush forward.

Instead, he took out a letter opener from the drawer.

He carefully used the tip of the knife to pry open the seal on the envelope.

Then, he took two steps back.

Hold your breath.

I waited for a full half minute.

There was no explosion.

No, not poison gas.

He then slowly walked forward and used a letter opener to pick out the contents of the envelope.

Clang.

A soft sound.

A bright yellow, gunpowder-smelling, cold bullet landed on the smooth mahogany desk.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a chilling light of death gleamed!

And under that bullet, there was a small white note.

The note had four large black Song typeface characters printed on it.

Curiosity killed the cat.

……

A blatant threat!

An undisguised death warning!

This was the first and last warning he received from the dark hand hidden in the shadows!

—Kid, stop investigating.

Otherwise, the next time this bullet will be in your head.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Even the cicadas chirping outside the window seemed to have their throats strangled by this chilling killing intent.

however.

Liu Ming looked at the bullet on the table, a bullet that would terrify any ordinary person, but showed no fear on her face.

He even laughed.

That smile was filled with endless contempt and...disdain.

bullet?

In his entire life, he's seen more bullets than these bastards have eaten rice!

He once bathed amidst a hail of bullets.

I have also slept on the battlefield amidst the raging flames of war.

How could you scare him with just one bullet?

That's absolutely a huge joke!

He reached out and picked up the bullet, still warm from the gunpowder, with two fingers.

He held the bullet in front of his eyes and examined it carefully.

7.62 mm caliber.

Steel core.

Judging from the rifling marks, it was fired from a modified Type 54 pistol.

"The workmanship is a bit rough."

He shook his head, as if evaluating a substandard work of art.

then.

In the setting sun, under the blood-red afterglow.

He made a move that would leave anyone who saw it speechless!

He placed the bullet, made of hard alloy steel, between his thumb and forefinger.

Then, slowly apply force!

"Crunch..."

A sickening metallic creak suddenly broke the silence of the office!

The bullet, strong enough to pierce steel, was slowly and painlessly crushed between his two fingers!

Turn steel into mud!

This is a terrifying power that only top masters who have cultivated their internal martial arts to the highest level can possess!

When that bullet was completely crushed into a shapeless piece of scrap metal.

Liu Ming released her grip.

"Clatter".

The lump of scrap metal fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He picked up the note on the table that read "Curiosity killed the cat" and lit it.

The flames instantly engulfed the four arrogant black characters.

He stared at the dying embers, his eyes as cold as a block of ice that would never melt.

"I am a tiger."

"It's not a cat."