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

"Nonsense!"

After a brief silence, a high-ranking officer with the rank of lieutenant general slammed his fist on the table. Pointing at Liu Ming, his brows furrowed deeply, he said, "Director Liu, I know you're eager to save lives! But this is a top-level military meeting, not some local children's game!"

"You're a civilian cadre at the National Development and Reform Commission now, not a commando!" The old lieutenant general's tone was extremely stern, but it also carried a strong sense of old-school military care for a young cadre. "That's Death Valley! It's filled with top-tier international mercenaries armed to the teeth! What are you, an economist, going there for? To die?"

"The leader is right," another staff officer chimed in. "Director Liu, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise. We have the most elite special forces unit. These tough battles should be left to the military."

Everyone's gaze carried a kind of well-intentioned but undeniable negativity.

In their eyes, Liu Ming was a rare economic genius, a national treasure. But war was a bloody and dangerous affair; how could they let a civil official take such a risk?

Liu Ming did not refute.

He listened quietly, but the wild smile on his lips grew stronger and stronger.

Civil official?

He looked down at his white shirt and suddenly felt a little restricted.

"Sir, your special forces unit is indeed elite."

Liu Ming spoke slowly, her voice not loud, but it instantly overshadowed all the doubts.

"But let me ask you this: could your special forces unit survive for seven days in Death Valley without any satellite support or logistical support?"

The old lieutenant general was taken aback: "What do you mean by that?"

"The meaning is very simple."

Liu Ming turned around and quickly tapped on the holographic map.

"Death Valley is called Death Valley not because it employs mercenaries, but because of its natural poisonous miasma and abnormal magnetic field. If your elite troops went in, communications would be cut off, and thermal imaging would render them blind. In that environment, they would no longer be hunters, but blind, live targets."

"How did you know?" The Major General of the General Staff stared intently at Liu Ming, his eyes filled with disbelief. "This top-secret terrain data is something even our most advanced drones couldn't fully map!"

"Because I've walked this path."

Liu Ming's voice suddenly turned cold.

He suddenly ripped open the collar of his white shirt and, to everyone's astonishment, ripped off the garment that symbolized a high-ranking official!

Under the glaring lights.

A body, as perfect as an ancient Greek sculpture, yet covered in hideous scars, was displayed without reservation before all the big shots!

A gunshot wound that pierced through his left shoulder, a deep knife scar on his chest exposing the bone, and a large area of ​​twisted skin on his abdomen scorched by flames...

It's not just a scar.

That was the medal that Death left on Liu Ming!

It is irrefutable proof that he fought his way out of the encirclement time and time again in that dark jungle!

"this……"

The old lieutenant general, who had just been sternly reprimanding his subordinates, was now so shocked that his mouth was agape and he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

This is hardly the body of a civilian official! It's clearly a killing machine that has been tempered and tempered in the deepest hell!

"Not only did we walk through it."

Liu Ming ignored the shock of the crowd. He pointed to the map, speaking rapidly, each word like a nail striking the conference table.

"On the southeast side of Death Valley, there is an abandoned smuggling route. At the entrance of the route, there are three booby traps, two on the left and one on the right, connected to high-explosive fragmentation."

"The poisonous miasma forest in the middle of the canyon only drops to a level that is tolerable for humans during the four hours between 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. We must force our way through during this time."

"As for that 'death knell' you mentioned."

A terrifying killing intent flashed in Liu Ming's eyes.

"He likes to set up crossfire from high vantage points. But there's a blind spot on that eagle-beak-shaped cliff on the northwest side of Death Valley. A rappelling from there would allow a direct attack on his command center!"

Liu Ming rattled off more than a dozen extremely precise terrain data and tactical coordinates in one breath.

Without the slightest pause or hesitation.

It was as fluent as if he were reciting the blueprints of his own backyard!

The staff officers from the General Staff quickly checked the data, and the more they checked, the more horrified they became. The blind spots and hidden sentry locations that Liu Ming had described perfectly matched the incomplete intelligence they had just obtained at a heavy price! It was even more detailed!

"Who...who exactly are you?" The old lieutenant general looked at Liu Ming, his voice trembling.

He suddenly realized that this young man was definitely not just a civilian director at the National Development and Reform Commission!

"He is 'Shura'."

Old Lin, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

The old man sat in a wheelchair, his voice not loud, but carrying an imposing aura that seemed to sweep away all enemies.

"Five years ago, during Operation Fox Hunt on the southern border, a group of drug lords from abroad kidnapped thirty border residents and retreated into Death Valley. It was this guy who, with five men and no backup, fought his way in and out of Death Valley seven times. He not only rescued all the hostages safely but also took down the drug lords' hideout."

Old Lin looked at Liu Ming, his eyes filled with pride and heartache.

"That operation was top secret; the files were locked directly in the Central Military Commission's safe. That's why you don't know about it."

"These injuries on this kid's body are from that time."

Old Lin's words were like a nuclear bomb, exploding in the conference room!

Asura!

It was none other than the legendary Shura, the king of individual soldiers, hailed as the sharpest blade in the Republic!

The way all the generals looked at Liu Ming completely changed.

That is the ultimate awe a soldier has for the strongest!

"Old Lin..." The leader looked at Old Lin, then at Liu Ming, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

"lead."

Old Lin supported himself on the handrails and stood up with difficulty.

"No one else can do this job; only he can. He knows this place better than anyone else, and he knows better than anyone else how to kill someone in that kind of hell."

The old man turned his head, looked at the leader, and spoke with a resolute tone that left no room for refusal.

"I, Lin Zhentian, am willing to stake my head on this. If I hand over command to him and he fails the mission, I, this old man, will die with him!"

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Only Liu Ming's steady breathing could be heard.

The leader looked at the grandfather and grandson in front of him and took a deep breath.

he knows.

This is the only way to break the deadlock.

"it is good."

The leader slammed his hand on the table and made the final decision.

"Comrade Liu Ming!"

"arrive!"

Liu Ming straightened his back, put his legs together, and gave a very standard and menacing military salute!

"On behalf of the Central Military Commission, I hereby grant you temporary absolute command authority! All special forces, intelligence departments, and logistical support in the Southwest Theater Command are now under your control!"

"I don't care about the process, I only care about the result!"

"Bring our scientists and our land back to me safely!"

"yes!!!"

Liu Ming let out a furious shout that shook the heavens!

……

Fifteen minutes later.

Liu Ming strode out of the heavy door.

Outside the door, the night wind was cold.

Chen Momo and Li Erniu stood by the car, stunned as they stared at Liu Ming, who was wearing only a black vest and exuding a terrifying aura.

They had never seen a director like this before.

"Director... what is this...?" Chen Momo stammered.

Liu Ming did not answer her.

He stood on the steps, looked up, and gazed at the night sky above, which was tinged red by the city lights.

He exhaled a long breath, letting out a breath that had been trapped in his chest for too long.

That tone lacked the backstabbing and scheming of officialdom.

Only pure, boiling fighting spirit!

He took out the encrypted black phone and pressed the only dial button.

"Boss?" came Lone Wolf's excited voice through the earpiece.

Liu Ming grinned, revealing an extremely wild smile.

"Old buddies."

His voice was deep and hoarse, like an ancient beast that had just broken free of its chains.

"Vacation over."

"Bring your weapons."

"Time to get to work."