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

The heavy alloy door of the safe slid open slowly in front of Liu Ming.

There were no glittering treasures as I had imagined, nor mountains of cash.

In that dark, narrow cabinet, a kraft paper file bag lay quietly.

The edges of the bag were worn and frayed, and the surface was covered with a layer of gray dust.

But in Liu Ming's eyes, this is more than just a file.

This is a blood debt that has lasted for a full decade.

It was the only glimmer of light in this dark world that his father, Liu Jianguo, had bought with his life.

"Finally...found it."

Liu Ming's voice was low and hoarse in the narrow space.

He reached out his hand. That hand, which had killed without blinking an eye on the battlefield and manipulated events in the officialdom, was now trembling slightly uncontrollably.

The moment my fingertips touched the kraft paper, a bone-chilling coldness shot straight to my heart.

It was a heavy, suffocating sense of oppression.

He slowly pulled the contents of the bag out.

At the top is a stack of blurry photos stained with water and blood.

The photos are old and have turned yellowish and black, but the images are still chillingly clear.

Those were the first photos taken at the scene after his father fell from the building.

In the photo, Liu Jianguo is wearing his favorite gray Zhongshan suit, lying quietly on the cement floor of the Provincial Development and Reform Commission building.

His eyes were wide open, staring intently at the sky, as if questioning why the heavens were blind.

Liu Ming's breathing became rapid, and her heart felt like it was being torn apart.

He flipped through the photos.

Those were close-up autopsy photos taken by a forensic pathologist in a secret setting.

Throat.

Beneath that bluish-purple skin, a very fine but deeply embedded mark was clearly visible.

Those are marks from being strangled by thin wire or a musical instrument string!

It was definitely not suicide!

"dad……"

Liu Ming gritted her teeth, her cheek muscles twitching violently from the excessive force.

At that moment, his reason was almost completely consumed by the explosive rage in his chest.

Ten years ago.

Those people not only killed his father.

It also trampled on his dignity.

He should also bear the stigma of "suicide due to depression," be nailed to the pillar of historical shame, and be subject to public scrutiny.

What a cruel and vicious scheme that was!

"Boss... what are you looking at? Your heart rate has jumped to 160! Get out of here! Time's up!"

In the headphones, Ghost Hand's voice carried a hint of terror, as if he were being chased by some kind of monster.

Liu Ming suddenly woke up with a start.

He forced down the bitterness and violence in his heart, took a deep breath, and turned his gaze to the second item in the file bag.

That was a list.

A list, one corner of which was soaked in blood, was handwritten by Liu Jianguo.

[Detailed List of Revenue Flows from Mineral Resource Integration in Jiangnan Province]

The list was densely filled with names and positions.

From a section chief in a provincial department to the top official in a prefecture-level city.

From the most famous private entrepreneurs in the provincial capital to several foreign business groups that are adept at international trade.

Behind each name is a string of chilling numbers.

That was no ordinary bribery.

That is... betraying the foundation of the nation.

The list clearly records how the Luo Binwang Group used administrative means to "sell" strategic rare mineral resources worth hundreds of billions in Jiangnan Province to some foreign capital through secret channels at the price of scrap iron.

The illicit funds that flowed back ultimately ended up in the pockets of Luo Binwang and the top powerful families behind him through that vast and intricate money laundering network.

This is treason.

It is utter, bloody evidence of a crime!

"I see."

Liu Ming looked at the bright red seal at the very end of the list; it was Luo Binwang's personal seal.

"This single piece of paper claimed the lives of over a hundred miners."

"This single piece of paper drove a reform pioneer at the level of a department director to his death."

"Luo Binwang, this debt you owe is far too heavy."

Liu Ming quickly pulled out a miniature scanner from her pocket.

"Swish, swish, swish."

The laser scanned the paper, accurately recording every line of text, every red handprint, and every autopsy report into the specially made encrypted chip.

After doing all this.

Liu Ming put the document bag back into the safe untouched, and even carefully wiped away all the fingerprints.

He doesn't need to take the physical items with him.

What he wanted was for this evidence to be "searched out" from here at the "most appropriate" time.

Only in that way could Luo Binwang feel the extreme despair of falling from the pinnacle of power into an abyss.

"withdraw!"

Liu Ming gave a low shout and prepared to return the way he came.

however.

Just as he turned around...

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

The few dim incandescent lights in the entire underground archive room suddenly went out without warning!

Followed by.

A dull, heavy sound, like the closing of some huge hydraulic device, came from all directions.

"Thump."

Liu Ming's heart sank.

"Boss! Something's happened!"

In the headphones, Ghost Hand's voice was already tinged with sobs, accompanied by the frantic clatter of keyboard clicks.

"Someone...someone forcibly severed my control from the outside!"

"They didn't use software attacks; someone directly unplugged the server's physical network cable!"

"The building's emergency security system has been activated! This is not a normal alarm!"

"That's... a completely enclosed, counter-terrorism-level lockdown!"

"Boom—!"

Liu Ming looked up.

Above, the outlet of the ventilation duct, a steel roller shutter five centimeters thick, was rapidly descending with a screeching sound.

Less than a second.

The last remaining air exchange vent was also completely sealed off.

at the same time.

"Drip—drip—drip—"

A short, sharp red light flashed above the alloy door of the corridor.

That's the highest level of red alert.

It's also... a ban.

In an instant, the entire Political and Legal Affairs Commission building was transformed into an impregnable, isolated iron cage.

"Director Liu... no, Mr. Liu."

A cold, hoarse voice, as if coming from the depths of hell, slowly echoed through the deathly silent archives room through the loudspeaker on the wall.

"Visiting so late at night without even a greeting, isn't that rather impolite?"

That was... Luo Binwang!

He wasn't sleeping.

He even stayed behind the monitor the whole time, quietly watching Liu Ming's every move.

That calm, cat-and-mouse demeanor exuded a chilling ruthlessness.

"Your father was just as smart as you were back then."

Luo Binwang's voice carried a hint of nostalgia, but more so a disdainful mockery.

"Unfortunately, intelligent people usually don't live long."

"You went to such lengths to dig up this old grudge, hoping to get justice for that dead man?"

"OK."

"Then I will grant your wish."

"There is a meter-thick layer of concrete, an alloy door that even missiles can't break through, and enough oxygen to last for three days."

"You can stay here and rot away with your father's 'treasures'."

"Don't worry, I will announce to the public that Deputy Director Liu Ming died in the line of duty in a sudden fire in the basement."

As Luo Binwang's voice faded away.

"call--"

A faint but extremely pungent hissing sound of gas emanating from the fire sprinkler head in the corner.

It's not water.

It's not dry powder either.

That was an extremely high concentration of alkane gas containing combustion-supporting components!

Luo Binwang wants to kill him to silence him!

And they want to destroy all the evidence on this entire floor!

"Boss! Run! They've activated the self-destruct program!" Ghost Hand roared almost hysterically on the other end. "I'm locked down too! Ambulances and armed police have surrounded the building! You can't get out!"

Liu Ming stood in the darkness, listening to the sound of the surrounding gas spreading, feeling death approaching step by step.

But then he suddenly laughed.

His hand slowly reached for the chip in his pocket that contained all the evidence of his crimes.

Then, he stared at the camera in the void, his eyes becoming wilder and more violent than ever before.

"Luo Binwang".

In this enclosed space, Liu Ming's voice sounded even colder and more powerful than it did on the radio.

"Do you really think these few pieces of scrap metal can hold back... a dragon?"

"Now that you've shown yourself..."

"Then tonight, let's settle this completely."

He pressed another red button on the headset, which was the command to directly connect to the Dragon Fang Squad's highest combat frequency.

"Tank, Lone Wolf."

"Stop watching the show outside."

"Give me... a violent demolition!"

"I want to see a complete hole punched in the north wall of this building within three minutes!"

Liu Ming took one last look at the tightly closed alloy door, his voice carrying a murderous intent that sent shivers down the spines of all living beings:

"Luo Binwang, watch closely."

"This is... the art of war."