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

The interrogation room of the provincial No. 1 Detention Center.

A cold, incandescent light bulb hung overhead, emitting a faint hum. The pale blue sound-absorbing panels on the walls seemed like a pair of indifferent eyes, watching this man who had once held sway over the Jiangnan province.

Luo Binwang sat in a specially made interrogation chair, his hands locked to the armrests by a cold, long bar.

Three thick stacks of documents lay before him, like three insurmountable mountains, crushing his last shred of hope.

The first stack of documents contains Lin Meina's six-hour testimony recorded in Beijing. The time, location, and person in charge of each overseas transfer are specified down to the second.

The second stack was the blood-stained diary. It was Liu Jianguo's last words, recording the truth of the horrific mining disaster ten years ago.

The third stack contains photos of the assassination in the jungle last night, as well as the phone call records between "The Butcher" and Sun Zhiqiang before "The Butcher" committed suicide.

The chain of evidence is completely closed.

Dead end.

At this moment, Luo Binwang's carefully maintained facade of gentleness and refinement crumbled like cracked plaster, peeling away layer by layer.

His once deep and sinister eyes were now bloodshot, murky like a stagnant pool.

"Luo Binwang, aren't you going to speak?"

Wang Qingshan sat opposite him, holding a red and black fountain pen. His voice was soft, yet it carried a sense of judgment that could pierce the soul.

"We both know that at this point, silence won't save you anymore."

Luo Binwang slowly raised his head.

A dry, sandpaper-like sound came from his throat.

"Liu... Liu Ming... Where is he?"

He didn't look at Wang Qingshan, but stared intently at the one-way mirror diagonally above him. He knew that the young man, Liu Jianguo's son, must be behind that.

He wanted to see the "ghost" who had destroyed all his wealth and glory one last time before he died.

……

Behind the monitoring room, Liu Ming stood quietly.

His shoulder was still wrapped in bandages, and his face was somewhat pale, but his eyes were unusually bright.

"Boss, he wants to see you," Ghost Hand whispered.

Liu Ming shook her head, a cruel smile curving her lips.

He is not worthy to see me.

"He only deserves to see the evil he has committed."

Liu Ming pressed the intercom, and her voice was transmitted to the interrogation room through the microphone.

"Luo Binwang, don't look for me anymore."

"Look at the folder on your right. There are 118 photos in it."

"Those are the bloody finger marks left by the workers you sealed in the mine shaft before they died, scratching at the shaft wall."

"Do you want to count how many wronged souls are inside, waiting to take you to hell with them?"

Inside the interrogation room, Luo Binwang trembled violently upon hearing the voice.

With trembling hands, he opened the folder.

The first photo shows a severed, skeletal finger, broken off in a black coal seam.

The second photo shows the mountain of earth and rocks piled up at the mine exit, which had been forcibly leveled.

Each photograph was like a resounding slap in the face, striking his conscience hard—if he even had one.

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything..."

Luo Binwang finally broke down.

He closed his eyes, and two streams of murky tears slid down his age-spotted cheeks.

These are not tears of regret.

These are tears of despair.

"Ten years ago... at Mine No. 3 in the western suburbs, it wasn't a small-scale collapse. It was a gas explosion. Because I wanted to meet the deadline, I forced the workers to work in conditions that exceeded safety limits..."

Luo Binwang's voice was hoarse and trembling as he began a three-hour-long, appalling confession.

"After the accident, if I organized a rescue operation, I, as the acting county head, would not only lose my official position, but I would also face legal trouble. So... I had Zhang Mingyuan take people and fill the wellhead directly."

"Liu Jianguo... he discovered my mining transactions with overseas entities. He obtained the original contract. He wants to go to Beijing to file a complaint..."

Luo Binwang took a deep breath, a hint of extreme ferocity flashing in his eyes.

"That night, it was raining heavily. I took Sun Zhiqiang to his office. I tried to persuade him, saying we were all in the same boat, and we should all make money together. But he was too rigid, insisting on talking to me about party loyalty and conscience!"

"So, I let him 'commit suicide'."

"I watched him jump from the sixteenth floor, like a kite with a broken string."

"Afterwards, I personally reviewed his death report, and I signed my name right next to his body."

……

Liu Ming clenched her fists tightly in the monitoring room.

Due to excessive force, the wound on his shoulder reopened, and blood instantly stained the bandage.

But he couldn't feel any pain.

He only felt cold.

A chill that seeps into your very bones.

It turns out that the truth is far darker and bloodier than what was written in the email.

"And then there was this assassination attempt..."

Luo Binwang gave a bitter laugh, raised his head, and said to the air, "Liu Ming, you win. I really shouldn't have touched you. I thought you were just a lone wolf seeking revenge, but I never imagined that a colossal beast was standing behind you."

I admit defeat.

Wang Qingshan coldly pushed a thirty-page interrogation transcript in front of Luo Binwang.

"Sign. Put your fingerprint on it."

Luo Binwang stretched out his hand, the one that had once reviewed countless documents and decided the fates of countless people, and tremblingly accepted the pen.

His hands were shaking violently.

But he knew he had no way out.

He signed his name at the end of each page.

Those strokes were no longer the elegant cursive writing seen in officialdom.

Instead, it became extremely heavy and extremely slow.

At last.

On that final conviction document, which was sufficient to sentence someone to death.

Luo Binwang pressed his large red handprint heavily.

That splash of bright red looked particularly ironic under the stark white light.

A powerful and ruthless figure, the uncrowned king of Jiangnan Province.

At this moment, he officially reached the end of his life.

"it's over."

Wang Qingshan put away the documents, stood up, and walked straight out of the interrogation room without even glancing at Luo Binwang.

……

Outside the detention center gate.

Liu Ming has emerged from the shadows.

The morning sunlight slanted across him, casting an extremely long shadow.

A black Audi was parked on the side of the road.

Xi Wanqing and Nangong Yao were waiting there.

Upon seeing Liu Ming emerge, the two women surrounded her, their eyes filled with heartache.

"Did you get it?" Xi Wanqing asked softly.

"Mm." Liu Ming nodded and patted the copy of the transcript in her arms.

"He admitted it."

"He accepted everything."

Looking at Liu Ming's tired yet relaxed profile, Nangong Yao softly asked, "Where do we go next?"

Liu Ming looked at the sky in the distance, which had completely cleared up.

He thought of the people in Qingyun County who were still setting off firecrackers.

I remembered the glass of white wine that hadn't quite dried up at my father's grave.

"go home."

Liu Ming smiled, a smile that carried a calmness born from having weathered many storms.

"Return to Ningzhou."

"I want to tell everyone myself that I have caught this evil spirit from Jiangnan Province."

"As for the future..."

He turned around, looking at the majestic city behind him, his eyes sharpening once more.

"The road ahead is still long."

"Let's go."

……

That afternoon.

The Supreme People's Court issued an urgent arrest warrant.

Luo Binwang was convicted of multiple serious crimes, including treason, murder, and massive embezzlement, and was punished for all of them.

First-instance verdict: Death penalty. Executed immediately.

The news is out.

The entire province was shaken once again.

Liu Ming sat in the car speeding back to Ningzhou, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

This is what he has accomplished in the past ten years.

The best sleep I've ever had.

"Luo Binwang, see you in hell."