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

"Boss, the other party's identity has been confirmed."

Ghost Hand's fingers pressed the final Enter key on the keyboard, and a blood-red skull icon popped up next to the holographic map, below which was a chilling line of English text—Scorpion Mercenary.

Group (Scorpion Mercenary Group).

"I intercepted a low-frequency encrypted communication from them." Ghost Hand's voice came through the headset, tinged with a hint of solemnity. "Although I couldn't decipher the entire content, I confirmed the commander's identity through voiceprint comparison—'Deathstroke,' a former explosives expert from the British Special Air Service (SAS), an international Class A wanted criminal with at least thirty lives on his hands."

"Scorpion..."

As Liu Ming stared at the familiar skull and crossbones logo, her calm, watery eyes suddenly surged with a monstrous storm.

A series of bloody scenes flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

That was three years ago, in a primeval jungle along the Congo River in Africa.

He and the Dragon Fang Squad were ordered to protect a group of Chinese medical experts who were providing aid in Africa. However, during their evacuation, they were ambushed by the "Scorpion" mercenary group.

That battle was extremely fierce.

The enemy was well-equipped, tactically sophisticated, and fearless. Although the Dragon Fang Squad ultimately completed their mission, they paid a heavy price.

The youngest communications soldier in the squad, "Hummingbird," detonated the explosives on his body alone to cover the retreat of the main force, perishing along with seven or eight mercenaries.

Liu Ming, in that battle, took a sniper bullet for Lone Wolf, and his left shoulder was pierced by a large-caliber armor-piercing bullet. The hideous scar is still there to this day.

That was the most difficult and humiliating battle the Dragon Fang Squad had ever fought since its formation.

Although they eventually killed most of the enemies, Deathstroke and a few core members managed to escape by taking advantage of their familiarity with the terrain.

New grudges, old hatreds.

At that moment, it was as if two volcanoes about to erupt were colliding and burning wildly in his chest!

"Boss... are you alright?" Lone Wolf seemed to sense the sudden surge of terrifying killing intent emanating from Liu Ming, and his voice carried a hint of worry.

"fine."

Liu Ming took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the raging fire that was about to erupt. His voice regained its icy coldness and... absolute calm.

"I'm just... happy."

"I never expected God to be so kind."

"They actually delivered this bunch of scum I've been searching for for three years right into my clutches."

He stared at the dozen or so moving red dots on the holographic map, a cruel smile curving his lips.

He knew that "Deathstroke" was best known for his jungle ambushes and "pocket" tactics.

He enjoys luring his prey, step by step, into his carefully laid death trap, and then slowly savoring the prey's desperate struggle.

"Since you like playing 'pocket formation' so much."

Liu Ming's eyes turned as cold as the Siberian cold front.

"Then tonight, I'll teach you."

"What, then, truly...?"

"Closing the door to beat the dog."

He reached out and quickly drew several red attack lines on the huge holographic map.

Those lines were tricky and unpredictable, completely defying conventional special operations theories.

But they were like sharp scalpels, precisely cutting into every fatal point of the "Scorpion" mercenary group's seemingly flawless encirclement!

"Lone Wolf".

"arrive!"

"Abandon the conventional sniping position. Go to the back of the ridge at 'A Line of Sky'. There's a cave there covered in vines. The visibility isn't great, but it'll perfectly avoid the enemy sniper's reverse lock-on. I want you to be the first to knock out their 'eye' once the battle starts."

"clear!"

"Tanks, vultures."

"arrive!"

"You two, infiltrate from the swamp on the north side. There are poisonous snakes and swamp there; they'll never expect an attack from there. Your mission isn't a direct assault, but harassment. Use your best techniques—booby traps and pitfalls—to completely disrupt their formation!"

"Hehe, I like this job!"

"Poison Doctor, Ghost Hand."

"exist!"

"You guys, follow me down the middle route. Ghost Hand will be in charge of electronic suppression throughout; I'm going to turn their communication systems into a pile of scrap metal. Poison Doctor, you're in charge of... 'purifying' the air."

A chilling glint flashed in Liu Ming's eyes.

"I remember you seem to have developed a new phytotoxic substance that can induce strong hallucinations, right?"

"Yes, boss." The Poison Doctor pushed up his glasses, revealing a devilish smile. "Colorless and odorless, fast-acting. After inhalation, it allows people to see their deepest fears. For example... seeing their teammates turned into zombies with missing limbs."

"very good."

Liu Ming nodded.

"Once the battle begins, I will turn that 'Valley of Death' into their true... death illusion."

……

A series of tactical orders that could be described as "outrageous" were issued.

The entire command post fell into a deathly silence.

Even Zhao Gang, the company commander who was usually fearless, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine when he heard Liu Ming's "devilish tactics" that were deadly and relentlessly aimed at destroying the mind.

Too bad!

This is not a rescue mission, it's a damn thing!

This is clearly... a massacre!

Looking at the young man before him, whose eyes were as deep as an abyss, he gained a concrete and terrifying understanding of the term "King of Special Forces" for the first time!

"Boss."

Lone Wolf's voice rang out in the channel, carrying a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

"We're all in position."

"We can fire at any time."

Liu Ming slowly raised her head.

He looked at the dozen or so "poisonous scorpions" on the screen, which he had completely locked in his "pocket" with red arrows, and a cold, verdict-like smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He picked up the Dragon Fang Dagger on the table, a dagger that hadn't tasted blood in a long time.

Then, he gave the final, all-out attack order into the communicator, an order filled with endless grudges and resentments!

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a terrifying killing intent that was enough to make the entire southwestern border tremble!

"Leave no survivors."

"annihilate them all!"