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

The National Development and Reform Commission, this magnificent building located on the West Second Ring Road, exudes an air of strict, almost rigid, official-business atmosphere on ordinary days.

The sound of leather shoes in the corridor was rhythmic.

When a clerk sees a section chief, he should step aside; when a section chief sees a director, he should stand still.

This is a tranquility called "order" that has lasted for decades.

however.

At 10 a.m. this morning, this tranquility was completely shattered by a series of extremely discordant, even arrogant, footsteps.

"Tap, tap, tap."

That was the sound of thick-soled combat boots striking the marble floor tiles—crisp, heavy, and carrying a wild, arrogant arrogance.

The staff members in the office area who were engrossed in various reports and internal references subconsciously looked up, and then, as if they had been frozen in place, their eyes widened in disbelief.

A young girl dressed in a pure white silk leotard and with her hair tied in a high ponytail was seen rushing through the office lobby.

She was extremely beautiful.

Unlike Nangong Yao's allure, and unlike Xi Wanqing's aloofness.

Her unadorned face exuded a fierce, piercing aura, honed by years of martial arts training.

Especially those eyes, which were frighteningly bright, burning with a fury powerful enough to ignite the entire building.

"Oh dear, young lady, slow down! This is a ministry office area; you can't just barge in!"

Following behind her was the deputy director of the High Technology Department's office, who was sweating profusely and reached out to pull her but dared not. His humble, eunuch-like appearance made those around him shudder.

It's astonishing that a deputy director at the National Development and Reform Commission could be reduced to such a subservient position.

In this capital city, there are only a handful of such establishments that can be counted on one's fingers.

"Get out of here!"

Lin Xiaoxiao rebuked him without turning her head, her voice clear yet revealing a ruthless and decisive edge.

"I'm looking for Liu Ming! Which room is he in?"

"Director Liu... Director Liu is in a meeting... no, no, he's approving documents..." The deputy director wiped away cold sweat, speaking incoherently.

"What a load of rubbish!"

Lin Xiaoxiao stopped and scanned the row of mahogany doors. Finally, her gaze settled on the door in the very center that bore the sign "Director's Office".

She gave a cold laugh and took two steps forward.

They didn't even knock on the door.

"Clang!"

With a loud crash, she pushed open the two heavy mahogany doors, which slammed against the wall with a sickening echo.

……

Inside the office.

Liu Ming was sitting behind a large desk, holding a red and blue pencil, marking up a top-secret document about the "National Semiconductor Strategy".

The sudden loud noise made him frown slightly.

He didn't look up, and his voice was so calm that it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Old Chen, didn't I tell you? Even if the sky falls, I'll still have to finish reading this plan."

"The sky hasn't fallen, but the fire in my heart is going to burn you, the National Development and Reform Commission, to ashes!"

Lin Xiaoxiao stood opposite the desk, hands on her hips, her fiery eyes fixed on Liu Ming.

Liu Ming's hand paused.

He slowly raised his head, looking at the "little witch" in front of him who exuded a fierce aura, a hint of helpless bitterness flashing in his eyes.

"Xiaoxiao? What brings you here?"

He put down his pen and rubbed his temples, which were throbbing slightly.

"Why am I here? You have the nerve to ask me why I'm here?"

Lin Xiaoxiao laughed in exasperation. She strode to the desk and slammed her hands heavily on the surface. The impact made the teacups on the desk jump a few times, splashing water all over the table.

"Liu Ming! You're amazing! You really are!"

"It's one thing to refuse my grandfather's suggestion, but you actually went and said in front of so many people that you have a girlfriend outside?"

"What do you think makes me, Lin Xiaoxiao, inferior to that country bumpkin from another province? In terms of family background, who in the entire capital can compare to the Lin family? In terms of looks, what do I lack? In terms of martial arts, I've trained my way up in the guard company since I was a child!"

Lin Xiaoxiao became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, and her eyes turned red, but her stubbornness made her purse her lips tightly.

"Do you know that since last night, all the young masters in Beijing have been laughing at me!"

"They say I, Lin Xiaoxiao, wouldn't be wanted even if I offered myself! They say I, the 'Little Princess of the Lin Family,' can't even compare to a wild girl from another province!"

Liu Ming looked at her and sighed softly in her heart.

He knew this girl's temper.

The Lin family only has this one granddaughter in this generation. Old Master Lin dotes on her, and Lin Zhenhua spoils her. She is truly someone who is afraid of melting in one's mouth or breaking in one's hands.

Growing up in this environment, Lin Xiaoxiao was proud to the core.

His rejection last night was nothing short of a devastating blow to the girl.

"Xiaoxiao, this has nothing to do with who is more outstanding."

Liu Ming's voice softened, as if she were coaxing a disobedient younger sister, "When it comes to feelings, it's about first come, first served, and a clear conscience. I, Liu Ming, may be arrogant, but I will never be a heartless man. You are good, but you deserve better, not a bloodthirsty madman like me."

"fart!"

Lin Xiaoxiao screamed and wouldn't listen to his explanation at all.

"I don't want anything better! I just want you!"

She suddenly took a step back, assuming an extremely professional and menacing fighting stance.

Her white silk training clothes trembled slightly in the cold air from the air conditioner, making her look like a white porcelain Guanyin statue ready to kill at any moment.

"Liu Ming, I'm not here today to listen to your lectures."

"In the Lin family's rules, if reasoning fails, then fists will do the talking!"

"Aren't you known as the 'Dragon Fang' War God? Didn't you break the ribs of that guy who hogged the seat?"

"Come!"

Lin Xiaoxiao's beautiful eyes widened, her gaze filled with a reckless madness.

"Let's have a fight right here today!"

"You won. From now on, I, Lin Xiaoxiao, will never bother you again, even if you marry ten wives outside, I won't care!"

"But if you lose..."

She gritted her teeth and said, word by word:

"You'd better get back to the Lin family and obediently become a live-in son-in-law!"

Now.

Liu Ming was stunned.

He looked at the resolute girl, then glanced at his subordinates who were peeking in through the door, their faces full of gossip.

head.

The pain was more intense than ever before.

What the hell is this?

In the office of a director at the National Development and Reform Commission, did he have a "martial arts contest to find a husband" with Mr. Lin's granddaughter?

If this gets back to Secretary Chu or Elder Lin, his carefully cultivated image as a "national hero" will likely crumble instantly.

"Xiaoxiao, stop fooling around. This is an office." Liu Ming lowered her voice, her tone stern.

"I'm not kidding!"

Lin Xiaoxiao slammed her fist into the solid wood cabinet next to her.

With a loud "bang," a clear fist mark was left on the thick cabinet door by her punch!

"Are you going to fight or not? If you don't, I'll tear down this director's office! Let's see what you'll be using to work tomorrow!"

As she spoke, she pushed off with her foot, and like a white lightning bolt, she leaped over the large desk, delivering a fierce side kick straight for Liu Ming's head!

The strong wind it generated.

The wind scattered the documents on Liu Ming's desk.

Liu Ming did not move, but in the split second, she tilted her head slightly backward.

"Snapped!"

The small foot, clad in a black cloth shoe, brushed past his nose and slammed heavily into the bookshelf behind him.

A dozen or so thick classics on economics fell to the ground with a clatter.

"You're really going to do it?" Liu Ming's eyes darkened.

"Nonsense! Take this!"

Lin Xiaoxiao missed her first attack, then performed a nimble somersault in the air and landed steadily next to Liu Ming. She then unleashed a series of rapid punches, each aimed at one of Liu Ming's major acupoints.

That's proper military combat technique.

ruthless.

quasi.

absolutely.

Liu Ming sat in her executive chair, her hands flying across the floor, defusing Lin Xiaoxiao's relentless attacks one by one.

The only sound in the office was the dull thud of fists clashing together.

The staff members outside were completely stunned.

"Holy crap... our director... got into a fight with Miss Lin?"

"This move...something's not right. Why does it look like a life-or-death duel?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Be careful, that little witch might come out and beat you up too!"

Liu Ming became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He discovered that Lin Xiaoxiao's skills had indeed improved a lot in the past few years.

Her reckless fighting style, combined with her agile movements, made even this "Asura" feel somewhat troubled for a time.

of course.

He dared not fight back.

If he were to accidentally injure Old Master Lin's precious granddaughter, he would be hunted down by Lin Zhenhua with a gun throughout Beijing tomorrow.

"That's enough!"

After exchanging blows, Liu Ming slid backward three meters and crashed into the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He looked at Lin Xiaoxiao, who was about to rush forward, and shouted at her:

"Lin Xiaoxiao! If you keep fooling around, I'm calling Grandpa Lin!"

"Go ahead and hit me! Just kill me!"

Lin Xiaoxiao was panting, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose. Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with stubbornness, and the flush from exercise made her look exceptionally alluring.

"Liu Ming, let me tell you, you can't escape today!"

"If we can't open it in this office, let's go somewhere else!"

She pointed to the ground beneath her feet, her eyes defiant.

"I heard that there is a training ground for internal security personnel in the basement of the National Development and Reform Commission."

"You've got guts."

"Come down with me!"

"If you can't beat me, you're not going anywhere today!"

Liu Ming looked at the little devil who had one hand on her hip and the other pointing at him.

He glanced again at the mess in the room and at the hundreds of eyes outside that seemed to be bulging out of their sockets.

he knows.

If we don't beat this old lady into submission today...

His work at the National Development and Reform Commission is probably truly impossible to continue for even a minute longer.

"OK."

Liu Ming let out a long breath and casually unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

In his eyes.

That chilling, hunter-grilled fighting spirit was finally ignited.

"Since you want to get beaten up."

"Then I will grant your wish."

He picked up his suit jacket, hanging it on his fingertip, and strode towards the door.

As he passed by Lin Xiaoxiao, he paused, his calm tone conveying a sense of inexplicable pressure.

"However, Xiaoxiao."

"Don't cry if you lose later."

"Get lost! Anyone who cries is a puppy!"

Lin Xiaoxiao waved her little fist, but a sly glint of triumph flashed in her eyes.

As long as I can fight him.

Even if you get beaten up, it's still close contact, isn't it?

Liu Ming shook her head.

Under the horrified yet admiring gaze of his subordinates.

he.

Helplessly, I had no choice but to accompany this arrogant and ignorant young lady.

They headed towards the bottomless underground training ground.

"Director...good luck?"

Chen Momo called out softly from behind, her tone extremely complicated.

Liu Ming waved her hand without turning her head.

But in my heart I was lamenting.

The water in this capital city.

It's definitely more unpleasant than that damn corpse-dissolving potion!