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

"Those who block my way, die?"

Zhao Ruilong was stunned for a moment, then, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, he threw his head back and burst into an extremely exaggerated laugh!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

He laughed until tears almost streamed down his face, pointed at Liu Ming, and shouted back to the group of privileged kids, "Did you hear that? This kid in the provincial capital, in front of Secretary Luo's nephew, said anyone who stood in his way would die?"

"It's a small temple with a lot of evil winds, a shallow pond with many turtles! They've gotten used to bullying others in the lower counties, who do they think they are?"

Zhao Ruilong turned around abruptly, his smile vanishing instantly, replaced by a cruel expression born of rage.

He stopped talking nonsense, took a step back, and waved his hand coldly.

"Beat them!"

"If anything goes wrong, I'll take the blame! Just make sure you're alive!"

The seven or eight burly bodyguards in black, their faces contorted with menace, pounced on the Audi like wolves! Some tried to open the doors, while others smashed the windows with batons!

Zhang Dapao screamed in fright and covered his head, shrinking under the passenger seat.

At this critical moment.

"Bang!"

The door of the Audi was suddenly kicked open from the inside!

The immense force sent the two bodyguards at the front flying backwards, crashing heavily onto the wreckage of the Ferrari beside them, unable to get up for a long time!

Liu Ming got off the bus.

He ignored the bodyguards who continued to rush at him.

He moved through the crowd like a ghost, each move precise and deadly.

Dislocate the joints, strike the soft ribs, and split the carotid artery.

There were no unnecessary movements; it was all the most swift and decisive killing techniques of special forces. Accompanied by a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds and screams, in just over ten seconds, the seven or eight well-trained bodyguards lay scattered on the ground like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, incapacitated.

The entire room fell silent.

The second-generation rich kids who were just clamoring with Zhao Ruilong now looked like ducks with their necks being choked, their eyes wide with fear and disbelief.

Is this guy even human?

Taking down seven or eight professional bodyguards in seconds? Is he filming a movie?

Zhao Ruilong was also dumbfounded.

For the first time, a crack appeared on his arrogant face, and he involuntarily took a half step back.

Liu Ming clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant. He ignored the bodyguards lying on the ground and walked straight towards Zhao Ruilong.

"You... what do you want to do?" Zhao Ruilong's voice was a little tight, but his inherent pride still made him hold back from running away. "Let me tell you, Liu Ming, this is intentional assault! If you dare to lay a finger on me today, I'll make sure you die a horrible death in Jiangnan Province!"

"So, it's all about who has the richest father?"

Liu Ming stopped half a meter away from Zhao Ruilong, her deep, ancient eyes fixed on him.

"Are you relying on your father, who's a section chief at the provincial development and reform commission, or your uncle, who's the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee?"

"You know that much!" Zhao Ruilong shouted, his neck stiff and his voice trembling with fear.

"hehe."

Liu Ming chuckled softly, then suddenly leaned forward and whispered in Zhao Ruilong's ear.

His voice was extremely low, only the two of them could hear it, but the coldness and killing intent contained in his tone made Zhao Ruilong feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Since you like relying on your father's connections so much..."

"Then, would you dare to hear my father's name?"

Zhao Ruilong was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Who is your father?"

Liu Ming looked into his eyes and slowly uttered three words, one by one.

"Liu... Jiang... Guo".

boom!

These three words were like three thunderbolts, exploding directly in the depths of Zhao Ruilong's mind!

His pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and his face, which had been flushed with anger, turned deathly pale in an instant, devoid of any color!

Liu Jianguo!

Ten years ago, there was Liu Jianguo, the executive deputy director who was at the height of his power in the Provincial Development and Reform Commission, but suddenly committed suicide by jumping off the office building!

Others may not know the inside story, but as the eldest son of the Zhao family and Luo Binwang's closest nephew, how could he not know?

That so-called "suicide due to depression" back then was actually a meticulously planned murder!

His father, Zhao Haiping, the current director of the Provincial Development and Reform Commission, was Liu Jianguo's secretary back then, responsible for keeping important documents! In that "accident," his father played an extremely crucial, and also extremely dirty, role!

This matter is an absolute taboo within the Zhao family and Luo Binwang's inner circle!

It was a sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all of them!

"You...you..."

Zhao Ruilong's lips trembled violently. He looked at the young man in front of him as if he were a ghost, his voice shaking uncontrollably.

"Are you...his son?"

He finally understood!

Why is Liu Ming so ruthless? Why did he fixate on the deep-seated problems of the National Development and Reform Commission as soon as he took office?

He wasn't some newcomer trying to gain experience; he was a vengeful ghost coming to claim a life! He was an avenger coming to collect his father's debts!

"It seems you've remembered."

Looking at Zhao Ruilong's terrified expression, Liu Ming's lips curled into a cruel smile.

He reached out and gently straightened Zhao Ruilong's slightly disheveled suit collar, a movement so gentle that it sent shivers down Zhao Ruilong's spine.

"How much of the 300 million yuan resettlement compensation that vanished due to the No. 3 mine disaster in the western suburbs was your family's share?"

Liu Ming's voice was still very soft, but to Zhao Ruilong it sounded like a death knell.

"How did your father, back then, cooperate with your 'good uncle' to drive my father to the rooftop?"

"Zhao Ruilong, go back and ask your father if he dreamt last night that my father came to take his life?"

"You're talking nonsense! I don't know what you're talking about! This is slander!"

Zhao Ruilong completely broke down. He shoved Liu Ming's hand away and screamed hysterically. But his trembling legs and fearful eyes betrayed his extreme panic.

"Whether it's slander or not, you know the answer in your hearts."

Liu Ming straightened up, her eyes regaining their suffocating indifference.

"This is my first warning to you. It's also a little gift to those behind you."

"Go back and tell Luo Binwang."

"I, Liu Ming, am here to settle the score from ten years ago."

Zhao Ruilong looked at Liu Ming as if he were looking at a demon crawling out of hell. He could no longer maintain his aloof princely image; his legs went weak, and he stumbled back three steps before collapsing to the ground.

The wrecked Ferrari lay beside him, seemingly mocking his powerlessness and fear.

The surrounding second-generation rich kids were all dumbfounded.

They didn't know what Liu Ming had said to Zhao Ruilong.

All they saw was that the arrogant young master of the Zhao family in the provincial capital was so frightened by a few words from this young man that he collapsed to the ground, his face ashen!

Liu Ming ignored Zhao Ruilong on the ground.

He turned around, opened the door of the Audi, and said something indifferently to Zhang Dapao, who was still trembling under the passenger seat.

"Old Zhang, drive. Go home and get some sleep."