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

Death Valley under the cover of night resembles the gaping maw of a giant beast, its silence chilling to the bone.

"Deathstroke" and his "Scorpion" mercenary group were moving cautiously through the miasma-filled jungle in standard tactical formation.

They are very confident.

They are confident in their expertise, confident in the heavy firepower at their disposal, and even more confident in the Chinese army's restraint of "not firing the first shot."

"Hawkeye, report your location." Deathstroke pressed his earpiece, his voice hoarse.

"Hill No. 3 has been captured, with good visibility. No signs of unusual activity are found inside the target cave."

"Very good. Everyone, tighten the encirclement. Before dawn, I want to see those yellow-skinned monkeys come out waving white flags and surrendering."

Deathstroke's lips curled into a cruel smile. He was already starting to plan whether to go on a Hawaiian beach vacation or indulge in a Las Vegas casino spree after receiving his three million dollar commission.

however.

He didn't know.

The very moment he gave the order.

In this dark jungle where he thought he had everything under control, another group of even more terrifying and deadly hunters had quietly bared their fangs.

……

The back of the "One Line Sky" mountain ridge.

Behind a rock covered by huge vines.

The lone wolf lay there quietly, its body blending into the cold rock.

Before him, a specially modified Barrett M82A1 anti-materiel sniper rifle, its dark muzzle like a venomous snake poised to strike, locked onto "Eagle Eye," who was lying on a treetop eight hundred meters away, also with a sniper rifle.

His breathing was slow and light.

So slow that it almost blends into the night breeze in the mountains.

He is waiting.

Waiting for a chance to strike decisively.

……

The northern side is a marshland.

The tank and the vulture, like two crocodiles lurking in the mud, only revealed their eyes, which gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the night.

Their bodies were covered in a special mud that protected them from infrared detection, and they even breathed through a hollow reed stalk underwater.

Fifty meters ahead of them.

Two elite soldiers from the "Scorpion" mercenary group were carefully wading through the waist-deep, foul-smelling swamp, guns in hand.

They were completely unaware that death was already at their feet, its jaws wide open.

……

Middle lane.

Liu Ming, Ghost Hand, and Poison Doctor were like three ghosts walking in the darkness.

They made no sound.

There wasn't even a footprint left.

They are using an unconventional yet extremely efficient tactical approach to silently penetrate the heart of the "Scorpion" mercenary group's seemingly flawless encirclement!

"Boss."

Ghost Hand's voice rang out in the encrypted channel.

"I've already implanted a Trojan horse into their communication system. Now they're only hearing and hearing what I want them to hear and say."

"very good."

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

He pressed the switch to launch the all-out attack.

"Let's do it."

……

"puff--!"

A very faint sound, like the tearing of cloth, broke the silence of the jungle!

800 meters away!

The "Eagle Eye" who was leisurely adjusting his sniper scope suddenly had a gaping, bloody hole between his eyebrows!

The light in his eyes instantly faded!

He fell silently from the treetop, dozens of meters high, like a tattered sack!

He never understood until his death.

How exactly did I expose myself?

And we'll never know.

The person who killed him used a depleted uranium armor-piercing round that was powerful enough to penetrate an armored vehicle.

"Hawkeye? Hawkeye? Answer me!"

The sound of "Deathstroke" filled my earpiece, a roar brimming with terror and rage!

however.

The only response he received was the hissing sound of a series of noisy electrical currents simulated by the ghostly hand.

"Oh no! An ambush!"

Deathstroke, after all, was a battle-hardened ace instructor!

He instantly realized the danger!

"Everyone! Shrink formation! Alternate cover! Retreat..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the swamp on his flank!

Flames shot into the sky!

Mud and severed limbs were blasted dozens of meters into the air!

Then, like a torrential downpour, it poured down!

It's a tank!

He had already planted a military-grade anti-personnel directional mine on the path that the two scouts were bound to take!

……

"ah--!"

"My legs! My legs!!"

The aftershocks of the explosion had not yet subsided.

Several more piercing screams echoed through the jungle!

It's a vulture!

He used the most primitive bamboo skewers, coated with deadly poison, and the most ingenious vine traps to send the mercenaries who tried to rush to the rescue, one by one, to hell!

confusion!

panic!

At this moment, it spread like a plague within this once invincible mercenary group!

They had no idea where the enemy was!

All they knew was that death was surging toward them from all directions!

"Stay calm! All of you fucking stay calm!"

The death knell roared hysterically, raising its gun to unleash a furious barrage of fire into the darkest part of the jungle!

however.

Just then.

He suddenly smelled a faint, extremely strange sweet fragrance.

The taste was faint, yet it permeated everything.

"Oh no...it's poison gas..."

The thought had just flashed through his mind.

It felt like the world before my eyes suddenly began to distort and...terrify!

He saw that his loyal brothers who were still alive had all turned into zombies, their bodies rotting and their eyeballs popping out!

They were waving their skeletal claws, lunging at him madly!

"Ah—! Don't come any closer! Get away!"

He completely broke down!

He raised his gun and frantically pulled the trigger at his "brothers" who were still looking at him in terror!

"Da da da da da!"

……

And this moment.

Liu Ming stood quietly at the center of all this chaos and slaughter.

He was like an elegant conductor.

He coldly watched the symphony of death unfold before him, a symphony he himself had directed.

The dagger in his hand was still dripping blood.

That was just now, hot blood that had been drawn from the throat of a mercenary who had tried to ambush him from behind.

He looked at the "Deathstroke," who had gone completely mad and was killing each other, without the slightest ripple in his eyes.

He slowly raised his hand.

He gave the final and cruelest order into the headset.

"Clean up the battlefield."

"Leave no one alive."

……

Five minutes later.

The gunfire stopped.

The screams stopped.

The entire "Death Valley" returned to a deathly silence.

Only the thick, overwhelming stench of blood proclaimed to the world the horrific massacre that had just taken place here.

The death knell was the last to die.

He didn't die at Liu Ming's hands.

Instead, he died from a hail of bullets fired by his own men.

His body was riddled with bullet holes.

Those eyes, wide open even in death, were filled with endless fear and...resentment.

He couldn't understand it until his death.

What kind of devil have I and my "scorpion" provoked?

Liu Ming walked to his body and squatted down.

He pulled the encrypted satellite phone out of his pocket.

Then he pressed the button for the last call log.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

"Feed? Yes, Death Knell?"

On the other end of the phone came "Old K's" hoarse, cold voice.

"How's it going?"

Liu Ming did not speak.

He simply placed his phone on Deathstroke's face, which had already begun to turn cold.

Then, he lifted his foot.

He stomped down hard with his military boots!

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking was clearly transmitted to the other end of the phone through the electrical current!

There was an instant, deathly silence on the other end of the phone!

"Who are you?"

After a long while, "Old K's" voice rang out again, but it was now filled with endless horror and...fear!

Liu Ming smiled.

He picked up the phone and, in a cold, judgmental voice, said, word by word:

Who I am is not important.

"The important thing is..."

"...All your men are dead."

"Go back and tell that old dog behind you named 'Luo Binwang'."

"Tell him..."

"...Wash your neck clean and wait for me."