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

"Do it! Kill him! Kill him now!"

The scorpion's roar was like a heavy hammer blow, shattering the last bit of deathly silence in the workshop.

The mercenaries, initially intimidated by Liu Ming's aura, instinctively pulled their triggers, driven by their survival instincts and years of killing experience.

"Da da da da da!"

Thick tongues of fire erupted from the muzzles of more than a dozen assault rifles, and golden shell casings, like hailstones in a downpour, slammed wildly onto the concrete floor with a piercing metallic clang. The entire laboratory was instantly engulfed in thick smoke and flames, the stench of gunpowder almost suffocating.

However, Liu Ming disappeared from their sight.

He didn't retreat, nor did he seek cover. He was like a ghost that could move through a hail of bullets, his body twisting and turning strangely, every movement calculated with extreme precision.

Using the towering experimental equipment as cover, he leaped several meters away the instant his toes touched the ground. Bullets grazed his body, striking the rusty reaction vessel behind him, sending sparks flying. One bullet even ripped a piece of fabric off his shoulder, the force of the impact causing a sharp pain.

But he didn't care at all.

"The first one."

Liu Ming's voice was miraculously clear amidst the roar of gunfire.

The moment he finished speaking, he appeared like a ghost behind a mercenary. The "Dragon Fang" military dagger he held in his backhand flashed a ghostly blue light under the lamplight. Without any fancy movements, it was just a simple throat slit.

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the mercenary collapsed limply before he could even blink.

"There he is! He's on the left!"

Scorpion roared like a madman, his revolver pressed firmly against Xi Wanqing's temple. He was afraid, truly terrified. This efficiency in killing, this control of the battlefield, was not something a human being should possess.

He felt as if he was facing not a section chief, but an ancient god of death in human skin.

"Liu Ming! Stop right now! Or I'll kill her right now!"

Scorpion hysterically pushed Xi Wanqing's body, trying to use her as the most solid shield.

Xi Wanqing watched all this unfold before her, watching Liu Ming fight desperately for her amidst the near-death experience of being engulfed in flames, watching his pristine white shirt gradually stained crimson with blood. The heartbreak and fear intertwined within her, almost causing her to faint.

"Go... Liu Ming... you have to go quickly..."

She screamed frantically in her heart, but the gag in her mouth only allowed her to utter muffled sobs. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks, falling onto Scorpion's wicked hands.

Just then, an assassin hiding in the shadows spotted Liu Ming's opening. A savage glint flashed in his eyes as he aimed at the back of Liu Ming's head and pulled the trigger.

"Go to hell!"

Gunshots rang out.

At that critical moment, Liu Ming could have dodged. With his reaction speed, a simple roll would have put him in a blind spot.

But he couldn't hide.

Because behind the trajectory of that bullet was Xi Wanqing's head.

The assassin didn't care about the hostage's life or death in order to kill him.

In that instant, Liu Ming's eyes underwent a dramatic change. The composure she had maintained, which had been rational, completely crumbled at that moment.

Instead of dodging, he took a sudden step forward and rammed his shoulder into the whistling bullet.

"puff!"

That was the sound of metal drilling into flesh, dull and terrifying.

The bullet pierced Liu Ming's left shoulder with pinpoint accuracy. The immense impact caused him to stagger, instantly staining his once pristine white shirt crimson. Warm blood trickled down his arm, dripping onto the cold floor and splattering into pitiful patterns.

"Liu Ming—!!!"

Xi Wanqing's beautiful eyes widened. Although she couldn't let out a scream, it felt as if her soul had been shattered at that moment. She looked at the blood gushing from Liu Ming's shoulder, her heart aching so much that she could hardly breathe.

he got hurt.

To save her, this god who never fails bleeds.

"Hahaha! He's been shot! He's about to die! Charge! Chop him up!"

Seeing this, the scorpion was overjoyed. In his eyes, once a god was injured, he was no longer a god, but prey that could be harvested at will.

however.

He was wrong.

He completely enraged the "Tyrannosaurus Rex" that had originally intended to leave them with their bodies intact.

Liu Ming slowly raised her head.

He didn't even glance at his own bloodied and mangled shoulder.

His eyes had turned completely blood red. It was the hatred that had been building up for ten years, the ultimate killing intent he felt towards the trash in front of him.

That was... the berserk state of "Shura".

"you……"

Liu Ming's voice became unusually deep, sounding less like a human's and more like a dragon's roar from the bottom of the abyss.

"...Damn it."

At that moment, the temperature in the air seemed to drop directly below freezing.

The mercenaries, who had been firing wildly, suddenly froze. They felt a great terror, a suffocating sense of oppression as if they were being watched by a prehistoric behemoth.

Liu Ming made a move.

This time, he didn't dodge.

He was like a bolt of lightning piercing the night, charging straight into the crowd.

too fast.

It's almost to the point where it's invisible to the naked eye.

Before a mercenary could even raise his gun, Liu Ming had already crashed into his arms. The immense impact shattered the man's sternum, and Liu Ming's right hand deftly flicked upwards with his military dagger, precisely piercing the man's jaw and straight through his brain.

"Snap!"

That was the sound of a skull cracking.

Then came the second, and the third.

Liu Ming was like a heartless harvester, weaving swiftly through the crowd. Every wave of his hand took a life. Every turn left behind a trail of dismembered limbs.

Screams, curses, and pleas for mercy.

In this abandoned workshop, a bloody funeral march was woven together.

Those top assassins who usually command extremely high prices on the international market, at this moment, even screaming became a luxury.

The scorpion was completely dumbfounded.

He watched as his brothers, whom he was so proud of, fell one by one into the pool of blood within just two minutes. And that man, the man whose shoulder was still bleeding, was even faster than before he was injured!

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Scorpion roared madly, trying to pull the trigger to kill Xi Wanqing, but his hand holding the gun trembled so much that he couldn't even grip the safety.

The fear that came from the depths of his soul made all the muscles in his body twitch.

He wanted to escape, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Only three people remained in the workshop.

Liu Ming, Xi Wanqing, and the venomous scorpion who is about to go mad.

The corpse on the ground was still twitching slightly, and thick blood was slowly flowing down the drain.

Liu Ming stopped in her tracks.

He stood five meters away from the scorpion, covered in blood. Most of the blood wasn't his. Thick, red blood dripped from the tip of his "Dragon Fang" military dagger.

"Put her down."

Liu Ming looked at the scorpion, his voice hoarse as if a rusty knife was sliding across a whetstone.

"Let...let me go...I was just doing this for money...it was all Luo Binwang...he's the one who made me do it!"

Scorpion broke down. He threw his gun on the ground, grabbed Xi Wanqing's shoulders with both hands, hid behind her, and cried out for mercy.

"I know it's Luo Binwang."

Liu Ming tilted her head slightly, revealing a chilling smile.

"So, I'll send him to hell to see you."

"No! You can't... This place is full of explosives! I have the remote control!"

As if remembering his last trump card, the scorpion suddenly pulled a black remote control from his pocket, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

"If I press the button, we'll all die! Let's all perish together!"

Xi Wanqing stared at the remote control, a flicker of despair in her eyes. She looked at Liu Ming, her lips barely moving, and uttered the word that had been hidden in her heart for so long.

--"Walk".

She is not afraid of death.

As long as he can live, as long as he can avenge his father, she will die without regret.

Liu Ming stared at the remote control, her eyes completely unmoved.

"Do you think you still have a chance to press it?"

"What?" Scorpion was taken aback.

In that fraction of a second.

Liu Ming made a move.

He did not charge.

Instead, he flicked his wrist sharply.

"Whoosh—!"

The jet-black "Dragon Fang" military dagger traced an extremely eerie and sharp black arc through the air.

too fast.

Before a sound could even escape, the blade had already reached its destination.

"Pfft!"

A crisp, clear sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

The scorpion froze.

He lowered his head.

Look at your throat.

There, a black military dagger was precisely piercing his trachea, and due to the great force, half of the blade had already protruded from the back of his neck.

He tried to speak, but could only manage a series of weak, gasping sounds.

The black remote control in his hand slowly slipped from his grasp as his strength waned.

Liu Ming moved with lightning speed, appearing in front of Poison Scorpion a second before the remote control hit the ground and grabbing it.

He turned his head and looked into the scorpion's eyes, which were filled with fear and resentment, his voice extremely cold.

"Your time has been reset to zero."

Liu Ming pulled back the military dagger with a backhand motion.

Deprived of its support, the scorpion collapsed heavily to the ground like a pile of rotten flesh.

Blood stained a large area of ​​the ground.

Liu Ming casually wiped the blood-stained military dagger on Poison Scorpion's clothes.

then.

He turned his head and looked at the woman who was staring blankly at him, her face streaked with tears.

In an instant, his gaze shifted from that of a demon who only knew how to kill to that of the gentle and refined Liu Ming.

He stepped forward and, ignoring the wound on his shoulder, gently untied the ropes binding Xi Wanqing.

"Sorry I'm late."

Liu Ming hugged Xi Wanqing tightly, his voice hoarse, yet carrying a tenderness that could soothe the entire world.

Xi Wanqing held him tightly, buried her face in his blood-stained chest, and cried uncontrollably.

"It's alright now."

Liu Ming patted her back gently, but her gaze was fixed on the dark night outside the door.

"These scum deserve to go to hell."

"And the sky over Ningzhou should be fully bright by now."