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

The smoke from the abandoned chemical plant had not yet dissipated, and the cold morning wind blew across the devastated laboratory, bringing a chilling sensation.

Liu Ming sat on the edge of the dilapidated experimental table, holding in her hand the specially encrypted military cell phone that she had taken from Scorpion's arms.

His shoulder was bandaged, but bright red blood still seeped through the layers of gauze. He ignored the wound, his eyes fixed on the progress bar flashing on his phone screen.

"Boss, it's open!"

In the headphones, Ghost Hand's voice carried an almost manic excitement, along with a deep sense of dread.

"These bastards have really taken the 'the most dangerous place is the safest place' trope to the extreme. This phone doesn't contain text messages; it contains a dynamic key that connects directly to an offshore bank!"

Liu Ming's eyes darkened, and her voice became hoarse: "Get straight to the point."

"The key point is that I hacked every account that the key pointed to in that instant, following the trail."

The ghost hand frantically pounded on the keyboard at the other end, the sound as fast as dense raindrops.

"I discovered a complete money laundering program here, codenamed 'Sun Change.' The approvers at every step, the intermediaries for every fund, and even the percentage of each transaction were all clearly remembered."

"The ultimate authorized person of this program has only one fingerprint, which matches the database 100%."

Liu Ming paused slightly, then asked, enunciating each word clearly, "Who is it?"

"—Luo Binwang."

……

Although she already had a feeling that this was the case, when this name was nailed to the end of the chain of evidence in this way, Liu Ming still felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

This is not ordinary corruption.

This is not a simple case of collusion between officials and businessmen.

"Boss, it's not over yet." Ghost Hand's voice suddenly became extremely serious, even carrying a hint of fear. "At the very bottom of those encrypted files, I found a set of coordinates and mineral analysis reports sent overseas. These reports... involve the most advanced superconducting rare metal formula in our country."

"Luo Binwang is not only laundering money. Over the past five years, through the channels of 'Blood Wolf' and 'Old K,' he has secretly sold the mining rights and refining technology of at least thirty strategic rare metal mines to foreign capital!"

"What kind of nature is this?" Liu Ming suddenly tightened her grip on the phone.

"This is treason." Ghost Hand's voice trembled. "He sold the very foundation of our Jiangnan Province, even the lifeblood of the nation, to those foreign devils by the pound. Those hundred-odd miners didn't die in an accident; they died because they inadvertently stumbled upon the secret smuggling of these minerals!"

The air froze completely in that instant.

Liu Ming slowly closed her eyes.

He seemed to hear the desperate cries of 118 wronged souls from the depths of that dark mine ten years ago.

He finally saw clearly how greedy, twisted, and insane a demon was hidden beneath the skin of Luo Binwang, who always sat in the provincial party committee compound, spouting benevolence, morality, and the spirit of the rule of law.

Murder, involvement in organized crime, corruption, and treason.

This final piece of the puzzle transformed Luo Binwang from a "problematic leading cadre" into a national traitor whose crimes could not be redeemed even by death.

"Have you backed up the evidence?" Liu Ming opened her eyes, her gaze devoid of any emotion, only a deathly stillness that could freeze one's soul.

"It's been synchronized to three top-secret overseas cloud platforms, and a mirror image has also been sent to Elder Lin in Beijing," Ghost Hand said through gritted teeth. "This time, even if the Heavenly King himself descended to earth, he couldn't save him."

"Close the net."

Liu Ming uttered two words.

He stood up and took one last look at the workshop, which was filled with the aura of sin and death.

The sound of helicopter rotors grew louder as they approached from behind.

……

The provincial capital at this time.

The special protection zone of the province's No. 1 Detention Center is experiencing a standoff that will go down in history.

Luo Binwang remained seated in that cold iron chair.

He was, after all, the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee. Even here, his clothes were impeccably clean, and his hair was neatly combed. He was waiting, waiting for those outside to compromise. He believed that as long as he didn't reveal the "secrets" he possessed, those with vested interests in the province and the capital would do everything in their power to protect him.

"Click".

The door to the interview room was pushed open.

There were no more humble greetings, nor the usual perfunctory pouring of tea.

A group of middle-aged men with stern faces walked in.

The man at the head of the group was dressed in an elegant Zhongshan suit and was holding an official letter bearing the double red seals of the Supreme People's Procuratorate and the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection.

He is the head of the special investigation team of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection stationed in Jiangnan Province, a well-known iron-fisted judge in the circle.

"Luo Binwang, your good days are over."

The team leader slammed the official letter down in front of Luo Binwang.

Luo Binwang pushed up his glasses, his eyes still carrying a hint of dying arrogance: "Team leader, this kind of intimidation won't work on me. I am the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee. I want to see Secretary Chu, and I want to see my lawyer."

You won't see anyone anymore.

The team leader sneered, and his assistant behind him immediately turned on the projector.

on the screen.

Charts showing the flow of funds, recordings of cross-border transactions, photos of Lin Meina identifying crime scenes overseas, and... the most fatal signed document about "selling out strategic minerals" flashed by like a revolving lantern.

"The 'Blood Wolf' squad you sent to kill and silence witnesses has been completely wiped out."

"All the overseas accounts you used for money laundering have been blocked."

"Your mistress, Lin Meina, is currently in an interrogation room in Beijing, confessing in detail every dirty trick you've played over the past ten years, down to the last penny."

The team leader took a step closer, his eyes like knives, piercing straight into Luo Binwang's soul.

"Especially the evidence of your collusion with foreign forces and the sale of national strategic mineral secrets. Luo Binwang, this is no longer just a violation of discipline."

"This is the crime of treason."

"This is a death sentence."

boom!

The last two words struck Luo Binwang's heart, which he had been holding on to, like a heavy iron hammer.

His once composed old face, in that instant, collapsed and turned ashen, like a piece of dried orange peel.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but found his throat felt like it was filled with dry yellow sand, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

He looked down at the handcuffs on his wrists, which gleamed coldly under the light.

That was something he had ordered countless times to be worn on other people's hands.

Now, it has finally returned to its final resting place.

"So...it was him..."

Luo Binwang muttered to himself, his eyes revealing an unprecedented, bottomless despair.

he knows.

That young man he mocked as "wet-blooded," that son of Liu Jianguo.

Really.

They stripped him, this local tyrant from Jiangnan Province, of his tendons and skin, and left him to rot in the scorching sun.

"take away!"

The team leader waved his hand dismissively.

That night, the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection and the Supreme People's Procuratorate jointly handled the case.

The black Hongqi car sped through the night, carrying the once arrogant "king" towards the final destination of hell.

The world in Ningzhou has completely changed.

And this revenge drama, directed by Liu Ming and lasting for ten years, has finally come to a magnificent end amidst bloodshed and the truth.

At this moment, in the car on the way back to the city.

Liu Ming looked out the window at the gradually emerging dawn.

He took out the family photo from his pocket, which had been soaked and dried with tears.

"dad."

"He went inside."

"He will never get out again."

Liu Ming's voice was very soft.

Yet it weighs as much as a thousand pounds.

He rested his head against the windowpane, feeling the cool touch.

That was the most peaceful morning he had slept in ten years.