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

The air seemed to have been sucked out in that instant.

The carriage was eerily quiet, with only the slightest vibration from the train speeding by.

The tattooed man, slumped on the ground, showed fear in his eyes for less than three seconds before it was replaced by a violent rage born of extreme shame and indignation.

In the provincial capital, he could walk around with impunity wherever he went.

Because he had driven for Zhao Ruilong for half a year, everyone in Ningzhou's social circle had to respectfully call him "Brother Tiger".

Today, in this cramped high-speed train carriage, a young man who looked refined and even had a scholarly air actually broke my hand bones.

What he found even more unacceptable was the way the other person looked at him like he was trash.

"You fucking want to die!"

The tattooed man suddenly let out a trapped beast-like roar and sprang to his feet.

He ignored the right hand, which was bent at an odd angle, and instead used his intact left hand to pull a sharp folding switchblade from his pocket.

With a "click," a cold light flashed.

The surrounding passengers screamed in terror.

The young flight attendant was terrified, her face turning pale. She instinctively tried to back away, but remembering her duty, she could only cry out, "Sir! Please put down your weapon! I've already called the police!"

"Call the police? I'll bleed him dry today!"

The tattooed man's face was contorted with rage. He leaned forward abruptly, and with a sinister glint in his eye, he thrust the folding knife in his hand straight at Liu Ming's abdomen.

This kind of thug-like fighting style, although completely chaotic, is fast and ruthless, and is entirely aimed at killing.

Liu Ming stared at the blade tip that was thrusting towards her, her eyes remaining completely calm.

In his eyes, this level of attack was more ridiculous than a three-year-old child waving a stick.

He didn't even bother to lift his hand.

Just as the tip of the knife was less than five centimeters from his shirt button, Liu Ming's figure swayed slightly.

It was an extremely subtle, yet incredibly precise, lateral shift.

The blade grazed his waist, barely cutting through the air.

Followed by.

Liu Ming made a move.

He still didn't use his hands.

His long, powerful right leg suddenly sprang out from under his trousers without warning.

It's like a powerful spring that has been suppressed to its limit and then suddenly snaps!

Turn to the side, lower your hips, and exert force.

A classic close-quarters combat technique used by special forces – the side kick.

This kick had no fancy moves, only extreme speed and terrifying power capable of destroying everything.

"Bang--!!!"

A deep, muffled bang, loud enough to make one's heart tighten, exploded in the carriage.

Liu Ming's leather shoe soles were firmly imprinted on the tattooed man's broad chest.

In that instant, the surrounding passengers seemed to hear a dull sound of bones cracking.

The tattooed man, who had been charging forward like a mad bull, froze for a mere tenth of a second.

immediately.

He was thrown off the ground as if he had been hit head-on by a heavy truck traveling at full speed, flying backwards in a straight line!

"call--"

That was the sound of the wind generated by the extremely high speed.

The burly man, weighing over 200 pounds, was reduced to a weightless rag doll by Liu Ming's kick.

He walked past three rows of seats.

The plane flew past the flight attendant who was stunned into silence.

Finally, it slammed hard against the heavy, airtight alloy door at the junction of the carriages.

"Clang—!!!"

The entire train seemed to tremble slightly from the impact.

The alloy door was dented, and the tattooed man's body remained pressed against it for a good half second before slid limply to the floor like mud that had lost all support.

Dead silence.

The entire first-class carriage fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's expression froze.

That's a brain crash caused by its inability to process such outrageous images in a short period of time.

A young man who looks no more than thirty years old and has a refined demeanor.

He didn't even move his hand.

With one kick, he sent a 200-pound strong man flying three meters away.

Is this some kind of martial arts movie?

The old professor's hand, which was adjusting his glasses, was still frozen in mid-air, and his mouth was agape, wide enough to fit a duck egg. He had studied scholarship his entire life and had never seen anyone portray the word "violence" with such artistry and power.

"Cough...cough cough..."

The tattooed man, who had slid to the ground, had completely lost his previous arrogant demeanor.

He was curled up in an extremely contorted shape, vomiting mouthfuls of blood, and with each cough, a cracking sound could be heard coming from his chest.

That kick not only broke three of his ribs, but also shattered all his courage.

It didn't feel like I was fighting with someone.

It's like... defying the might of Heaven.

Liu Ming slowly withdrew her leg.

He slowly smoothed out the extremely small wrinkle on his trousers and put his non-prescription glasses back on.

Behind those glasses, the chilling murderous aura vanished instantly, and he transformed back into the seemingly harmless office worker.

"I said that."

Liu Ming stepped forward and looked down at the cripple convulsing on the ground.

His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"I'll help you get out of here."

"Are you satisfied now?"

"Uh... um..."

The tattooed man stared at Liu Ming in terror, trying to shrink back, only to find himself behind a cold iron door. His once menacing eyes were now filled with nothing but endless despair and pleading.

Just then, two burly police officers wearing peaked caps finally made their way through the crowd and rushed over.

"What's going on? Who's causing trouble?"

The lead police officer was stunned by what he saw.

Blood was everywhere.

The deformed alloy door.

There was also a burly man who was almost dead.

And there was the young man standing there, calm and composed, even helping the old professor pick up his pen that had fallen to the ground.

"Officer! Quick...help me!"

The tattooed man, who had been extremely arrogant, suddenly acted as if he had seen his own father the moment he saw the police. He struggled to reach out and grab the policeman's trouser leg.

He cried until his face was covered in blood, his voice shrill from the pain and fear.

"It was him! He tried to kill me! He kicked me so hard I was crippled! I surrender! I turn myself in! Arrest me! Take me away from this madman!"

The two railway police officers exchanged a glance, both seeing the absurdity in each other's eyes.

A thug was crying and begging the police to arrest him.

What exactly did this young man do to him?

Liu Ming helped the old professor back to his seat in seat 06A, turned around, and nodded slightly to the train police officer in a polite and courteous tone.

"Officer, don't listen to his nonsense."

"I am Liu Ming from the Ningzhou High-tech Zone Management Committee. This is my identification."

Liu Ming took out the red certificate from her pocket and handed it over.

"This passenger just now attacked the elderly professor and flight attendants with a knife in public. I only took necessary and urgent... legitimate self-defense measures."

The lead police officer took the ID and glanced at it.

Just one glance.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his back straightened instinctively.

Director of the High-Tech Industry Department of the National Development and Reform Commission?

At the level of a department director?

Moreover, at this age...

The train police officer closed the document, handed it back with both hands, and his tone became unusually respectful.

"Director Liu, we understand the situation. Many passengers witnessed the whole process, and we will handle it according to legal procedures."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the tattooed man who was still groaning on the ground, his eyes no longer showing any sympathy.

"take away!"

"Notify the station ahead and contact the local police station."

The tattooed man was dragged out of the train car by two railway police officers like a dead dog, clutching his stomach and begging for mercy the whole way.

"I confess! I'm guilty! Please, please don't let him come over!"

Liu Ming returned to her seat.

Silence returned to the carriage.

But this time, the way the surrounding passengers looked at Liu Ming was no longer evasive.

Rather, it was... reverence.

An extreme reverence for overwhelming power and absolute justice.

Chen Momo walked over and glanced at Liu Ming's leather shoes with some concern. "Director, your shoes are dirty."

"It's okay, I'll change into a pair when I get off the bus."

Liu Ming leaned back in her chair, looking out the window at the Beijing skyline that was already faintly visible, a faint smile curving her lips.

he knows.

That kick just now shattered not only the ribs of the man who refused to give up his seat.

It was also a silent warning to those in the capital who were waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

I've arrived in the capital.

If you want to play, play something real.

These are insignificant nobodys.

after.

Don't send it to me.