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

The smoke of battle in Death Valley has not yet completely dissipated.

The lingering stench of blood from the "Scorpion" mercenary group fermented in the damp air. Liu Ming knelt on one knee, fiddling with a specially made encrypted terminal he had pulled from Deathstroke's arms.

His fingers, stained with dirt and blood, danced rapidly on the dark screen.

"The Ghost Hand, has it been broken?"

Liu Ming's voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a chillingly ruthless tone.

"It's open! Boss, those bastards are definitely up to no good!"

In the headphones, Ghost Hand's voice became shrill due to extreme excitement.

"The deposit for these mercenaries did not come from Luo Binwang's secret account. Instead, it was transferred through an underground bank in northern Myanmar. The ultimate source points to an 'old acquaintance' in the Golden Triangle."

Liu Ming's eyes suddenly darkened, and two piercing, almost tangible, glints of cold light flashed forth.

"The remnants of Khun Sa's forces, now the head of the Golden Triangle drug lords—Moza."

"It's him?"

Liu Ming's knuckles, gripping the military dagger tightly, turned slightly white from the force.

three years ago.

During a mission on the border, the Dragon Fang squad personally killed Moza's younger brother. In that battle, the squad's youngest member, "Hummingbird," was killed by a sniper hired by Moza.

"This group of mercenaries isn't just here to steal rare earth data," Ghost Hand continued his report. "Moza has reached an agreement with Luo Binwang. Luo Binwang will pave the way for him within the province. Moza will provide the manpower and money to help Luo Binwang eliminate you, this thorn in his side."

"Okay, very good."

Liu Ming slowly stood up.

He glanced at his brothers behind him, who had just survived a fierce battle but were still brimming with fighting spirit. He then glanced at Zhongnanhai to the north, which appeared exceptionally quiet in the night.

"Boss, the orders from above have come down."

Lone Wolf walked over, clutching a newly received encrypted telegram in his hand, his expression somewhat grim.

The order stated: "Hostages have been rescued. Mission successfully completed. All personnel withdraw. Do not cross the border and cause a diplomatic incident."

Liu Ming did not answer the telegram.

He simply pulled a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, bent down, and lit it. The flame illuminated his face, which was covered in paint and distorted like a demon.

"Old Chen, tell the old man. My signal is severely jammed, and I haven't received any orders."

Liu Ming took a deep drag on his cigarette, crumpled the telegram into a ball, and flicked it into the fire behind him.

"Boss? What are you going to do..." Tank's big, round eyes suddenly lit up with an alarming light.

"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring breeze."

Liu Ming looked south.

There.

It is deep in the dense forest, a hundred kilometers away. It is a breeding ground for evil and the lair of Moza.

"Moza owes us hummingbirds a life. Tonight, it's time to pay."

……

No one knows how this ghost squad, whose designation was revoked, managed to traverse that hundred-kilometer-long deadly jungle.

As the first hint of dawn appeared in the east.

The Golden Triangle.

Moza's drug manufacturing plant, built like a medieval castle, was shrouded in the morning mist.

Armed private soldiers guarded the entrance. High above were bunkers with heavy machine guns mounted. Electrified barbed wire stretched along the walls.

Here.

It is a true lawless zone.

"Boss, the outer sentries have been cleared. Heavy firing positions have been locked."

The lone wolf lay on a towering tree a kilometer away. His Barrett sniper rifle was already locked onto the machine gunner's forehead inside the bunker.

"Tanks, are you ready?"

Liu Ming crouched in the weeds. His bloodshot eyes were filled with nothing but pure killing intent.

"Hehe, my 'little darlings' are already eager to explode."

Tank patted the thermobaric bomb on its back, grinning to reveal a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Let's do it."

Liu Ming's order became the death knell for Moza's demise.

"Bang--!"

The lone wolf fired first with his Barrett.

A kilometer away, the machine gunner in the bunker didn't even hear a sound. His entire head exploded like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer.

Followed by.

"Whoosh—Boom!!!"

The thermobaric bomb on the tank's shoulder roared out with a blazing trail of flame.

They crashed precisely into the main gate of the drug manufacturing plant!

A huge fireball rose into the air.

The air within a hundred meters radius seemed to be sucked out in an instant. Those drug lords' private soldiers, still asleep, didn't even have time to scream before they turned into charred charcoal.

"kill!"

Liu Ming let out a roar like a wild beast and was the first to leap out of the bushes!

His assault rifle was spitting fire wildly. Every time he pulled the trigger, an enemy was shot between the eyebrows.

That was a true one-sided massacre.

Dragon Fang Squad.

These war machines, suppressed for far too long, have now unleashed the beasts within them.

They don't follow conventional tactics. They want to be head-on, using the most brutal methods, to shatter all the pride of these scumbags.

Liu Ming was blinded by rage.

His camouflage uniform was completely soaked in blood, making it impossible to tell whether it belonged to him or the enemy.

He rushed into the factory's core experimental area.

Dozens of trucks loaded with white powder were parked there. Those were the deadly poisons that were about to flow into China and destroy countless families.

"No...don't kill me! I have money! I'll give you money!"

Moza.

The tycoon who held absolute power in the Golden Triangle was now cowering under his desk, trembling like a leaf.

Liu Ming kicked the heavy mahogany desk away.

He bent down, grabbed Moza by the collar, and lifted him up like a chick.

"money?"

Liu Ming gave a bitter smile.

His blood-stained face loomed close to Moza, and every word he uttered seemed to come from the deepest hell.

"How much are you planning to pay for my brother's life?"

"I...I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Snap!"

Without any hesitation, Liu Ming broke Moza's arm.

"Do you remember now?"

"Three years ago. Laoshan outpost. Hummingbird."

Upon hearing the word "hummingbird," Moza's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints. He finally understood who the man before him was.

"It's...it's you guys..."

"Go down and explain to King Yama."

Liu Ming didn't give him another chance to talk nonsense.

The Dragon Fang military dagger in his hand drew a bleak arc in the faint morning light.

blood.

It instantly stained Moza's expensive silk pajamas red.

Liu Ming casually grabbed a thick stack of encrypted documents from the safe on the table and stuffed them into his tactical backpack.

That was the final, irrefutable evidence of Moza's dealings with compradors and corrupt officials in China.

"withdraw!"

Liu Ming glanced at the time.

"Tanks! Blow this place up!"

"Okay!"

Five minutes later.

Liu Ming and the others evacuated to a safe distance.

That drug manufacturing plant, costing hundreds of millions and stained with countless lives, was destroyed amidst the deafening roar of dozens of directional explosives.

It turned into a huge mushroom cloud.

The towering flames illuminated half the sky, burying those sinful secrets beneath this land.

Liu Ming stopped in her tracks.

He glanced back at the sea of ​​fire behind him.

then.

He slowly pulled the crumpled telegram from his pocket. Facing the firelight, he gave the most solemn military salute.

"Hummingbird. Do you see it?"

"I've avenged you."

……

An hour later.

The armed police officers on the border witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Six men.

Covered in blood and dressed in rags.

They were carrying guns and bags.

Amidst the interplay of flames and dawn, stepping through the thick mud, we crossed the boundary marker, one step at a time.

The man walking at the very front.

Although he was utterly exhausted, his back was straighter than Mount Tai.

That figure.

Like a god. Like a demon.

"Director Liu..." Company Commander Zhao Gang, who was in charge of the rendezvous, froze on the spot. He stared at the stack of top-secret documents in Liu Ming's arms, which reeked of gunpowder. He couldn't utter a single word.

Liu Ming walked past him, patted him on the shoulder, and spoke in a calm tone as if she had just come back from the market.

"Old Zhao, let's go back."

"This Golden Triangle is a den of wolves."

"From now on, this place name will no longer exist."