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

Night, western suburbs of the city.

The Zhao family compound, which covers dozens of acres and is heavily guarded, and which even mayor-level officials might not be able to set foot in on ordinary days, is now shrouded in an invisible gloom.

Dozens of black sedans, without any markings but with license plates all starting with "National A", silently blocked all the exits of the compound, like ghosts lurking in the darkness.

There were no police lights or sirens.

But the occasional glimpses of dark gun barrels peeking out from the car windows, and the sharp, hawk-like gazes, were more chilling than any police siren!

—The National Security Bureau has secretly mobilized!

……

The courtyard was brightly lit, yet deathly silent.

In the study, Zhao Weiguo, the old master of the Zhao family who had once been a tough guy on the battlefield, was pacing back and forth anxiously like a tiger trapped in a cage.

His usually dignified old face was now filled with a terror and...despair he had never seen before in his life!

"How could this happen? How did it escalate to this point?"

He grabbed the red secure phone on the table, his hand trembling, and dialed one after another the "influential" numbers he had once been so proud of.

however……

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

"Feed? Old Li? It's me, Weiguo! I'm over here..."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The other party hung up the phone immediately.

One after another.

Those "old comrades-in-arms" and "old subordinates" who usually called him brothers and shared drinks with him, now seemed to have conspired to either turn off their phones or play dead.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down!

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter!

Zhao Weiguo's network of relationships, which he had cultivated in the city for decades, was as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of the absolute will from above!

"It's over...it's all over..."

Zhao Weiguo's body went limp, and he slumped into the armchair made of rosewood, his eyes empty and filled with despair.

he knows.

This time, his good-for-nothing grandson Zhao Ruihu didn't just cause a major incident.

Yes, the fate of the nation.

And the Zhao family will have to pay the price for this heinous crime!

"No!"

"The Zhao family cannot fall like this!"

Suddenly, a terrifying glint of light, like a final burst of light, burst forth from his cloudy old eyes!

He suddenly stood up from his chair!

He knew that there was only one key to breaking this deadlock!

—Liu Ming!

As long as that kid is willing to give in!

As long as he's willing to make an exception!

Then the Zhao family still has a glimmer of hope!

"Get the car ready!"

He roared at the door!

"Now! Immediately! Right now!"

"Go...go to that brat surnamed Liu's courtyard house!"

……

It's late at night, 11 p.m.

Liu Ming had just finished showering and was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, wearing a loose bathrobe. He was looking at the moon and thinking about his next move to deal with the bigger fish hiding behind the "comprador group."

"Knock knock knock".

A heavy, oppressive knocking sound suddenly rang out in the quiet alley.

Liu Ming frowned slightly.

He got up, walked over, and opened the heavy, black lacquered door.

Standing outside the door was an elderly man with a cane, who, although over eighty years old, still stood ramrod straight.

That's right, it's Zhao Weiguo, the patriarch of the Zhao family.

Behind him followed several core members of the Zhao family, all with equally ashen faces.

"Director Liu... Director Liu..."

Looking at the young man before him, whose eyes were so deep they made his heart tremble, Zhao Weiguo's usually dignified old face revealed for the first time a plea that was almost humble.

"It's so late, I'm sorry for the intrusion. Please... please don't take offense..."

Liu Ming did not speak.

He simply stepped aside to make way.

……

In the courtyard, beside the stone table.

Liu Ming poured Zhao Weiguo a cup of tea.

"Old man, just say what you have to say."

"well……"

Zhao Weiguo's hands trembled as he picked up the teacup, but he couldn't drink it at all.

He slowly took out a heavy sandalwood box from his pocket and pushed it in front of Liu Ming.

The box is opened.

It doesn't contain any gold or silver treasures.

Instead, it was a thick stack of land deeds and equity transfer agreements.

"Director Liu, I know my two good-for-nothing grandsons have offended you."

"We also know that they have committed unforgivable and heinous crimes."

"I don't beg you to spare them."

"I only beg you, for the sake of my old face and the blood I shed for the country."

"Leave a way out for our Zhao family..."

He pointed to the wooden box, his voice hoarse like that of an old bellows.

"This contains all of the Zhao family's overseas assets. It totals approximately 30 billion."

"I am willing to donate them all unconditionally to your 'Dragon Foundation'."

"I only ask that you say a few good words for me to the leader."

"Let this storm end with my two grandsons."

"Don't investigate any further..."

As he spoke, he slowly stood up from the stone bench, trembling, and was about to kneel down in front of Liu Ming!

Liu Ming frowned.

He reached out and steadily supported the old man's knees, which were about to bend.

"Grandpa, you're making me feel too bad."

He looked into the old man's eyes, which were filled with pleading and despair, but felt no emotion whatsoever.

he knows.

Zhao Weiguo is not repenting.

He was there, in the transaction.

He wanted to use 30 billion to buy his own and his son's heads, which were rotten to the core.

pity……

He chose the wrong person to trade with.

Liu Ming slowly pushed the heavy wooden box back.

He looked at Zhao Weiguo's face, which turned ashen white in an instant, his eyes as cold as a block of ice that had never melted.

He slowly shook his head.

Then, he gently uttered two words from his mouth, words powerful enough to plunge the Zhao family into an abyss of no return.

"It's too late."