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

The roar of the train entering the station reverberated beneath the enormous dome.

The silver G106 high-speed train slowly glided into Platform 1 of Beijing West Railway Station.

At this moment, the air on the platform was so tense that it could almost spark.

Dozens of reporters with telephoto lenses hanging around their necks were anxiously looking around.

Some of them come from mainstream official media, while others come from self-media giants that have emerged rapidly in the past two years.

Everyone was clutching a blurry photograph tightly in their hands.

That was Liu Ming, the "most hardcore director" who shone brightly on the high-speed train today.

Scattered around the group of reporters were several groups of distinguished men in black.

They had stern expressions and wore almost invisible earpieces.

These are the "eyes" of the various factions in Kyoto.

A powerful director-general at the provincial level, who was not yet thirty years old, came to Beijing.

This is more impressive than the arrival of any entertainment star.

Everyone wanted to be among the first to meet this popular figure associated with Mr. Lin.

Everyone wanted to see what this fierce dragon, who had shattered the balance of power in Ningzhou's officialdom, actually looked like.

The train has come to a complete stop.

The air pressure valve let out a heavy sigh.

The hatch slid open slowly.

However, only a few business people who looked to be in a hurry came out of carriage number 1.

Where are they?

"Is it in the back carriage?"

The reporters began to stir, their cameras frantically capturing every young figure.

……

At this moment, Liu Ming remained seated in seat 05A without moving.

He pushed up his non-prescription glasses, his gaze passing through the tinted glass as he coldly observed the fanatical faces outside.

"Director, there are at least thirty media outlets outside."

Chen silently squatted down beside the seat, holding a tactical briefcase, and reported in a low voice.

"And Zhao Ruihu's men."

"And several 'lobbying teams' whose true nature we haven't yet figured out."

Liu Ming's lips curled into a mocking sneer.

"The hearts of the people in Kyoto are indeed more restless than the autumn wind."

"They're not waiting for me; they're waiting for that stepping stone that can bring them benefits."

He stood up and casually took out a black baseball cap and put it on his head.

"Old Li, are you ready?"

Li Erniu's steady voice came through the headset.

"Boss, the side logistics and maintenance passage has been cleared."

"I hacked into the station's temporary dispatch system."

"One minute later, the platform screen doors on platform 2 will experience a 'technical malfunction' and open automatically."

Liu Ming nodded.

"Walk."

He ignored all VIP access channels.

He led Chen Momo, their figures nimbly passing through the empty connecting area between the carriages.

That's the back door of the train crew's rest room.

"Click".

Liu Ming gently flicked the clasp with her slender fingers.

The door opened with a click.

The two of them squeezed sideways into a dimly lit maintenance well.

The place reeks of engine oil and old metal.

That's a forbidden zone that ordinary people would never set foot in their entire lives.

……

"Team leader, we still haven't found them!"

"Carriages 1 through 16 have been completely emptied; Liu Ming is nowhere to be seen!"

The reporters on the platform were in an uproar.

"Impossible! The flight attendant confirmed that he didn't get off midway!"

"Could he become invisible?"

A man in a gray trench coat stared intently at the empty carriage, his eyes filled with malice.

He was a trusted confidant sent by Zhao Ruihu.

"search!"

"Keep a close watch on all the exits of the station!"

"I refuse to believe he can fly out!"

However, Liu Ming had already appeared on an abandoned loading and unloading platform on the south side of the station.

The area is overgrown with weeds and filled with abandoned shipping containers.

An extremely understated, even somewhat peeling black, older model Santana was parked there.

Tank was leaning against the door, taking deep drags on his cigarette.

"Boss."

Upon seeing Liu Ming appear, Tank casually stubbed out his cigarette, revealing a set of white teeth.

"This place is really flavorful, it's all about the smell of rust, I love it."

Liu Ming opened the car door and sat directly in the back seat.

Stop joking and let's go.

"Those flies behind me are probably about to realize what's going on."

The old Santana let out a muffled, thunderous roar.

Although the car's exterior is dilapidated, the interior features a V8 engine that Ghost Hand personally modified.

Like a black afterimage, it instantly rushed out of the loading and unloading area and disappeared into the dense traffic of Kyoto.

……

The scenery outside the car window rushed past.

Liu Ming looked at those familiar buildings, her eyes becoming more profound than ever before.

This is Kyoto.

His childhood laughter once lingered here.

There was also his heart-wrenching cry from ten years ago.

Every inch of land exudes the scent of power.

Every building conceals a bottomless game of strategy.

"Director, where are we going?"

Li Erniu held the steering wheel steadily in front.

"I won't go to any ministry."

Liu Ming looked at the majestic Tiananmen Gate in the distance, his voice deep and powerful.

"We won't go to the Lin family either."

"Let's go to Xidan and find a place to eat a bowl of zha jiang mian (noodles with soybean paste)."

He took off his baseball cap and exhaled a long breath.

"Before entering that den of wolves, I want to see if the vibrant atmosphere of Kyoto is still there."

The Santana slowly drove onto Chang'an Avenue.

The road here is very wide.

It is spacious enough to accommodate all ambitions.

The roads here are also very narrow.

It was so narrow that countless pillars of the nation were broken and sunk to the sands.

The sunset glow, as red as blood, made the majestic red walls appear even more solemn and dignified.

Liu Ming lowered the car window.

He let the biting wind blow across his resolute face.

His gaze gradually shifted from languid to sharp, finally coalescing into two inextinguishable flames of battle.

This is no longer the fighting and killing that once took place in Qingyun County.

It is no longer an economic game for Ningzhou.

This is the true battlefield for national heroes.

He touched the heavy letter of appointment in his arms.

He touched the "Dragon Fang" military dagger that he kept close to his body.

His heartbeat gradually synchronized with the pulse of this ancient city.

Liu Ming looked at the golden rooftops shimmering in the afterglow of the setting sun in the distance.

He smiled.

That was a wild smile belonging to a king of soldiers and a national hero.

"dad."

He said it to himself.

"I'm back."

"This time, no one will make me back down."

Looking at the bustling traffic on Chang'an Avenue, Liu Ming took a deep breath.

"Kyoto, I'm back."