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

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.

A blond, blue-eyed young white man, carrying a hiking backpack and dressed like an ordinary backpacker, was mingling in the crowded queue, slowly making his way towards the departure hall.

His name is Jack, and he is a senior consultant at the "Aegis" security consulting firm.

He is also one of the CIA's top operations team leaders in Southeast Asia.

He looked at the bright red five-star flag not far away, and a barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

Although "Operation Scorched Earth" failed, and although the "Scorpion" gang of idiots was completely wiped out, he had already obtained what he wanted.

—At the last moment, that old fox Luo Binwang passed on to him the top-secret technical parameters of the sound-absorbing tiles for China's next-generation submarines.

As long as he leaves the country safely with this intelligence, he'll have accomplished a great feat. As for those cannon fodder who die in the jungle, who cares?

"One hundred meters to go..."

Jack glanced at the departure gate that was right in front of him and relaxed.

He even started to consider whether, once he returned to Langley, he should take a vacation on a Hawaiian beach or go to Miami to enjoy the sun and bikinis.

however.

Just as he was about to step onto the zebra crossing leading to the "free world".

A voice, an extremely calm voice, yet one that made the hairs on his body stand on end instantly, echoed softly behind him.

"Sir, you've dropped something."

Jack's heart skipped a beat!

He slowly turned his head.

A young man wearing a black jacket and a baseball cap was standing behind him.

The man was holding an extremely ordinary Zippo lighter.

It was he who, while queuing, deliberately "accidentally" dropped it in order to conceal his identity.

"Thanks."

Jack suppressed the turmoil in his heart, forced a friendly smile that a tourist should have, and reached out to take it.

However, Liu Ming did not return the lighter to him.

He simply fiddled with the metal lighter, and said softly in a style of utterly perfect Wall Street English that only the two of them could understand:

"Jack Anderson, Deputy Director of CIA Operations Division III, codename 'Thrush.' Thirty-six years old, former Navy SEAL, skilled in camouflage and infiltration. Three years ago, he orchestrated a car bomb attack on our embassy in Syria, resulting in three deaths and seven injuries. A year ago in Africa..."

Liu Ming spoke each sentence.

Jack's face paled a fraction.

When Liu Ming finished speaking his last sentence, his once handsome face had completely lost all color, turning as pale as a sheet of white paper that had just been painted.

He looked at the young man in front of him, who seemed to be able to see through his soul. His blue eyes were filled with endless horror and...fear!

"Who...who are you?" His voice trembled.

Who I am is not important.

Liu Ming laughed, a laugh that, in his eyes, was more terrifying than the devil's.

"The important thing is that you crossed the line."

"Moreover, you took something you shouldn't have taken."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Jack moved!

He didn't hesitate at all!

He knew that now that his identity had been exposed, there was no other option but to fight to the death!

He suddenly turned around, his elbow striking Liu Ming's temple with a sharp, swift motion, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole!

At the same time, his other hand had already silently reached for the miniature pistol disguised as a cell phone at his waist!

He had to eliminate this man who knew too many of his secrets as quickly as possible!

however……

He was facing Liu Ming.

He is the one who survived countless close-quarters battles a hundred times more dangerous than this... Shura!

"Too slow."

Liu Ming didn't even lift her eyelids.

He simply raised his left hand.

Even if you start late, you'll arrive first!

Just a second before Jack's elbow struck his temple.

His palm, as if by magic, was already pressed against the inside of Jack's elbow!

A gentle nudge!

An extremely subtle force, using minimal effort to deflect a great weight, instantly neutralized Jack's fatal blow, which was enough to shatter bricks!

Immediately afterwards!

Liu Ming advanced instead of retreating!

He suddenly took a step forward!

Like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, he instantly crashed into Jack's arms!

In the bustling waiting hall, the two engaged in a close and dangerous fight in an extremely bizarre and dangerous manner!

There are no grand, sweeping moves!

There was no earth-shattering noise!

Only the purest, most lethal collision of muscle and bone!

Grappling! Joint lock! Chokehold!

……

The surrounding passengers didn't even notice anything unusual!

All they saw was the blond, blue-eyed foreign heartthrob and the local young man, swaying and hugging each other as if they were drunk.

Some people even took out their phones, ready to capture this intimate and "friendly" scene between the "international friends".

Only Jack knows the truth.

What kind of death game was he experiencing right now, one that could shatter his soul?

He felt as if he were being tightly bound by a prehistoric behemoth!

Every move and style of the opponent was simple, direct, yet extremely cunning!

Every move was aimed at his vital points!

His prized SEAL combat skills were so fragile in front of this man, as weak as a three-year-old's wild punches!

They were utterly crushed!

"Snap!"

A very faint cracking sound rang out between the two!

It was Jack's wrist that Liu Ming broke in the opposite direction!

His hand, which was holding the miniature pistol, instantly lost its strength!

"Well……"

The excruciating pain caused him to groan, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead!

But before he could even scream!

Liu Ming's hand, as if by magic, had already climbed up his arm and onto his shoulder!

Then, they gripped his throat tightly!

"The game is over."

Liu Ming's voice was very soft, yet it sounded like a death sentence from the deepest hell.

Jack looked into Liu Ming's cold, emotionless eyes, and for the first time, a look of "despair" appeared in those blue eyes!

He opened his mouth, as if to beg for mercy.

But it was too late.

"Snap—!!!"

A sound ten times clearer than before, a chilling sound of neck bones shattering, suddenly rang out between the two!

Jack's tall body suddenly stiffened!

Then, like a lump of mud, it collapsed limply to the ground!

His eyes were still wide open.

Do not look down.

……

Liu Ming released his grip and took a step back as if nothing had happened.

He even had the leisure to take out a tissue from his pocket and carefully wipe his fingers, which were a little red from rubbing them.

The surrounding passengers gasped in surprise when they saw the foreigner suddenly collapse!

"What happened? Someone fainted!"

"Quick! Call an ambulance!"

The scene descended into chaos.

Liu Ming, on the other hand, was like an insignificant passerby, quietly disappearing from the crowd.

He threw the tissue stained with the enemy's sweat into the roadside trash can.

Then he turned around and looked at the bright red five-star flag fluttering in the sunlight, his eyes as deep as the sea.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number from above.

"Feed? Yes, Grandpa Lin?"

"it's me."

"but……"

He paused, his voice growing increasingly cold.

"Tell the higher-ups."

"I, Liu Ming, am not only capable of killing."

"I will... destroy their spirit!"