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

border.

Temporary field command post.

The wind was strong outside the tent, whipping up fine sand and dust that lashed against the thick canvas with a dull rustling sound.

Liu Ming sat on the edge of the simple cot, the wound on his shoulder having been re-treated. The white bandage gleamed under the light, a newest medal on his battered body.

In front of him lay the tactical backpack seized from Moza's lair.

There wasn't much in the bag.

A satellite phone. Several top-secret geological maps. And a kraft paper document bag, mostly stained with blood and bearing a special anti-counterfeiting seal.

Liu Ming slowly reached out her hand, her fingertips tracing the cold file folder, her eyes revealing a chilling stillness.

"Boss."

Ghost Hand walked in carrying a battlefield computer. His face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"The code has been deciphered."

He placed the computer in front of Liu Ming.

On the screen, there were no complicated ledgers. Nor were there any filthy drug transaction records.

Instead, they were a series of encrypted emails and several strategic assessment reports signed "Project Icarus".

Tell me about it.

Liu Ming stared at the screen. Her voice was hoarse, as if she were scraping against rubble.

"Moza and 'Scorpion' are indeed just henchmen who do things for money. Although they are ruthless, they don't have the guts to directly attack our scientific expedition team."

Ghost Hand's fingers slid rapidly across the touchpad.

"The real buyer is an international security consulting firm called 'Aegis'."

"Aegis?"

Liu Ming gave a cold laugh.

"The name sounds nice. But it's probably just the henchman of that 'bald eagle' kept among the common people, isn't it?"

"You guessed right."

Ghost Hand pushed up his glasses, his tone becoming extremely serious.

"Following that three million dollar deposit, I bypassed nine layers of offshore banking firewalls. Finally, I found the origin of the funds in a shadow foundation in Langley (where the CIA headquarters is located)."

"This is not a simple robbery at all. This is a sterilization operation targeting China's 'superconducting rare earth' industry."

……

Liu Ming fell silent.

He slowly opened the blood-stained document bag.

Inside was a top-secret operation plan.

Between the lines, there's an air of arrogant superiority and a chilling cruelty.

[...If the core data cannot be retrieved using mercenary forces, then the 'Scorched Earth Protocol' will be activated.]

[...using highly hazardous chemicals from a chemical plant, a "serious industrial accident" was deliberately created to completely destroy the geological structure of Mine Area No. 3 and its surrounding area, rendering it unprofitable for mining for the next fifty years.]

[...It is imperative to ensure that these thirty Chinese scientists cannot return home, in order to disrupt China's research continuity in the field of room-temperature superconductivity.]

Every instruction was precise, aimed at annihilating Chinese technology.

They didn't want to steal. They wanted to make China forever lose the right to catch up.

"Is this what they call the 'free world'?"

Liu Ming looked at the document, a cruel smile curving her lips.

"To maintain their hegemony, to strangle us, they can stand by and watch tens of thousands of border residents be poisoned by drugs. They can bury dozens of top scientists without hesitation."

"In their eyes, the lives on this land are probably not even worth a few tons of ore, are they?"

Tank, sitting to the side, angrily slammed his fist on the makeshift desk.

"Bang!"

The water glass on the table shook violently, spilling leftover tea all over the floor.

"These foreign devils! They're fucking bullying us! Boss, we can't just let this go! We have to settle this score with the real culprit!"

"Yes, we should. Of course we should."

Liu Ming's voice was very soft. So soft that it seemed like a gust of wind could blow it away.

But in his eyes, that crimson flame of war belonging to "Shura" had already completely ignited the entire night sky.

he knows.

Moza is dead. The death knell is shattered. But this is merely pulling out one of the opponent's outstretched tentacles.

The real enemy is sitting in Hengwen's office thousands of miles away, drinking coffee and waiting for the good news that the "experimental zone" has been destroyed.

They are the biggest ghosts.

"What about Luo Binwang's side?" Liu Ming suddenly turned her head and looked at Ghost Hand.

"It's been investigated."

Ghost Hand's voice carried a hint of glee. "Luo Binwang not only accepted bribes from Moza, but he also used his network of interests in Beijing to provide crucial personnel lists and route maps for 'Aegis' company agents to enter the country."

Simply put...

"He is the one who personally helped the foreign devils strangle his own country, the collaborator."

Liu Ming let out a long breath, releasing the pent-up frustration that had been building up in her chest.

He stood up.

Due to the violent movement, the wound on his shoulder reopened, and blood instantly stained his camouflage uniform.

But he seemed not to feel any pain.

He walked to the tent entrance and lifted the curtain.

Outside, dawn was breaking, and golden sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining on the land soaked in blood.

In the distance, the rescued experts were gathered together, sharing compressed biscuits. Their eyes still held the shock of surviving the ordeal and a deep attachment to this land.

Liu Ming looked at the experts. She looked at those elderly scientists with their white hair.

He knew that what he was carrying on his shoulders was no longer just personal grudges.

That was the last backbone of a nation on the battlefield of technology.

"Trying to strangle us?"

Liu Ming gazed at the majestic border town faintly visible against the northern horizon, her eyes cold and unwavering.

His voice, resounding across the vast wilderness, was powerful and clear.

"That's them. They haven't experienced the temperament of the Chinese yet."

"Since they want to play, then I'll accompany them to the international stage and play big."

Liu Ming turned around.

In the gradually brightening morning light, he exuded a terrifying aura, like a sharp sword, capable of severing all constraints.

He looked at the ghost hand and said, word by word:

"Send a telegram to Elder Lin."

"Tell him."

"The flies on the border have been cleared away. But those elephants inside and outside the house need to be dealt with."

He paused, his tone full of disdain and arrogance.

"You want China's technology? You want China's lifeline?"

"Tell them."

"A fool's dream!"

The border crossing was teeming with people.

This is the largest land port in Southwest China. Every day, tens of thousands of travelers from different countries and of different skin colors pass through here, and the air is filled with the aroma of various languages ​​and spices.