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

Western suburban military airport.

This is one of the most mysterious airspaces in China. The hangars house the country's most advanced and deadliest aerial predators.

And in the deepest part, in a warehouse marked "S-level restricted area" with constant temperature and humidity.

An alloy box bearing a golden dragon head logo slowly opened after a triple dynamic password and iris scan were performed.

"Buzz—"

Cold, white mist rose from it.

There was no gold or silver treasure in the box, nor any earth-shattering secret documents.

There is only one set, completely black, full of futuristic technology and violent aesthetics... a single-soldier combat exoskeleton armor.

This is standard equipment for the "Dragon Fang" special forces.

It was also Liu Ming's... battle robe.

It uses the top domestic memory metal and nanofiber composite materials, which can not only withstand close-range shooting from 7.62mm caliber bullets, but also greatly enhance the wearer's strength and speed.

It is also equipped with a state-of-the-art individual communication system, vital signs monitor, and an artificial intelligence fire control system that can assist in ballistic calculations.

This is no longer just a simple "equipment".

This is a walking killing machine.

"Boss, your 'skin' is well-maintained. It's still as shiny as when you left."

The lone wolf stroked the cold surface of the armor, its eyes gleaming with a fanatical light, like that of a pilgrim.

Liu Ming remained silent.

He slowly took off the white shirt that symbolized his status as a "civil official".

It revealed a strong, bronze-colored body covered in hideous scars.

He walked forward step by step.

He reintegrated himself into the cold armor he had been away from for nearly a year.

"Click".

"Click".

"Click".

A series of crisp mechanical clicking sounds followed.

Helmet, breastplate, arm guards, leg armor...

The powerful-looking armor plates fit him perfectly.

That instant.

The director of the National Development and Reform Commission who was so adept at strategizing and witty in officialdom has disappeared.

Instead, it was replaced by a weapon of war that exuded a terrifying, almost tangible killing intent!

He looked in the mirror, picked up the disguise paint from the table, and drew three blood-red lines on his angular face, representing the highest honor of "Dragon Fang".

Then he took out the Dragon Fang military dagger from the tactical box. It was completely black and emitted a cold, eerie blue light.

He carefully inserted it back into the quick-draw scabbard on the side of his calf.

Finally, he put on the full-coverage tactical helmet that only revealed a pair of cold, emotionless eyes.

On the helmet's visor, a line of red, futuristic-looking numbers slowly lit up.

[Identity: Dragon Fang Special Forces, Captain No. 001.]

Codename: Shura.

[System self-check complete. Weapon system unlocked.]

[Vital signs are normal.]

[Adrenaline levels are soaring...]

……

Looking at the familiar yet strange figure in the mirror, filled with the aura of death, Liu Ming slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

he knows.

From this moment on...

He is no longer Liu Ming.

He was once the ghost who struck fear into the hearts of countless drug lords and mercenaries on the border.

It's that machine that exists only for killing and protecting...

He turned around and looked at the group of brothers behind him, who were also armed to the teeth.

His voice, transmitted clearly through the built-in communication channel, reached everyone's ears.

The voice was cold and filled with an unquestionable, iron-willed determination!

"Boarding!"

……

Ten minutes later.

A large military transport aircraft, the Y-20, without any markings, soared silently into the sky from the western suburban military airport, like a black roc!

Soaring straight into the sky!

Heading towards that place, thousands of kilometers away, a place filled with the unknown and death... the southwestern border, it roared away!

Inside the cabin.

Liu Ming leaned against the cold cabin wall, closing her eyes to rest.

Xi Wanqing's gentleness was nowhere to be found in his mind.

No, Nangong Yao's passion was also absent.

Only that, as clear as if carved by a knife, is the three-dimensional topographical map of Death Valley.

And those cold, red coordinates that represent the enemy's location.

war.

it has started.

And he finally returned to the battlefield he knew best and longed for most.

He slowly opened his eyes.

There was not a ripple in those eyes hidden behind the black goggles.

There was only a deathly silence, as deep as an abyss.

He pressed the switch on the communicator.

Facing the pitch-black void, he slowly uttered three words powerful enough to make the entire world tremble.

"Shura... logged in."