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

The gathering at the horse farm ended on a sour note.

Liu Ming's lemon drink with ice and water not only extinguished Zhao Ruihu's arrogance, but also seemed to be poured on the face of the entire circle of young masters in the capital.

Everyone saw it clearly. This outsider named Liu Ming was no pushover who knew when to back down. He was an unyielding, indestructible rock.

As night deepened, Liu Ming got into the older Audi with its ordinary license plate.

Old Chen started the car and smoothly drove out of the European-style carved gate of the racecourse. In the back seat, Liu Ming closed his eyes to rest. His heart rate didn't even fluctuate slightly after the confrontation that could be described as "tearing apart" his composure.

This kind of childish game is so low-level that he doesn't even deserve to draw his sword.

However, trouble always seems to find its way in.

"Squeak—!"

Just as the Audi entered a quiet, tree-lined avenue, accompanied by an extremely ear-piercing screech of tires, a flashy, bright red Ferrari sports car suddenly sped out from a side road.

The car performed an extremely wild drift, coming to a perfect stop in the middle of the two lanes, completely blocking the Audi's path.

Old Chen slammed on the brakes.

The tires left two long black tracks on the asphalt road.

"Director, there's a situation." Old Chen's hand had already reached for the specially made baton under the seat, and his eyes instantly turned sharp.

"Just a clown jumping around." Liu Ming didn't even lift his eyelids.

The Ferrari's doors popped open like scissors, and a young man in a floral shirt and a thick gold chain stepped out. It was the same lackey who had been waving flags and shouting at Zhao Ruihu at the party earlier, a nouveau riche who acted arrogantly in the capital because his family owned a coal mine business.

He swaggered up to the Audi, carrying a gleaming golf club in his hand.

"Bang!"

He slammed the stick down hard on the Audi's hood, the force of which dented the thin sheet metal.

"Get the hell down here!"

The man in the floral shirt pointed at the car window and cursed, "You think you're so tough? You even dared to throw water at Tiger Brother? I'll show you today that in Beijing, if you're a tiger, you have to lie low; if you're a dragon, you have to coil up!"

Several supercars around also stopped, their headlights flashing, illuminating the tree-lined avenue as if it were daytime. A dozen or so spoiled rich kids, always eager for a good show, leaned against their cars, whistling and looking at the shabby Audi with mocking expressions.

In their view, Liu Ming has completely failed today.

"My LaFerrari cost over ten million yuan. A scratch on your beat-up Audi would cost you ten years' salary to pay for it!"

The man in the floral shirt pointed the golf club at Liu Ming in the back seat, his arrogance reaching its peak. "If you don't get out of the car and kowtow three times to Brother Tiger today, I'll use this club to smash your crappy car into a beehive, and then break both your legs!"

Old Chen turned around and asked, "Director, should I go down and handle this?"

Old Chen could take on ten thugs of that caliber by himself when he was in the guard company.

"Need not."

Liu Ming slowly opened his eyes. There was no anger in his eyes, only an extreme indifference as if he were looking at a dead person.

He took out his black, encrypted phone and dialed the number at the very top of his contacts.

The phone rang only half a ring.

"Boss." Tank's rough voice, barely containing his excitement, came through the headset.

"Locate my coordinates. Bring your new toy." Liu Ming's voice was calm as still water. "Someone thinks my car is too old and wants to help me get a new one."

"Understood! One minute!"

She hung up the phone. Liu Ming leaned back in her seat, quietly watching the man in the floral shirt still yelling and cursing outside the car window.

Thirty seconds, forty seconds, fifty seconds.

Seeing that the people in the car were unmoved, the man in the floral shirt became enraged and raised his golf club to smash it against the windshield.

"Damn it, you're asking for it! I'll teach you a lesson today..."

"Boom—!!!"

At this critical moment.

A roar like an ancient beast awakening suddenly erupted from the end of the tree-lined avenue! The sound was deep and violent, carrying a terrifying sense of oppression that could tear the night sky apart, and even the ground trembled violently!

Everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing and turned to look in astonishment.

In the darkness, two extremely dazzling xenon headlights pierced the night like sharp swords.

A colossal steel beast, jet black with sharp angles and armor as thick as a light tank, was charging toward them with an extremely wild and overwhelming momentum!

—Heavy George Patton!

That's a monster-level off-road vehicle specially designed for the battlefield!

Compared to it, those supercars worth millions or tens of millions are simply laughable, like paper toys!

"Holy crap! What the hell is that thing?" "Get out of the way! It's not slowing down!" "It's insane! This guy is absolutely insane!"

The arrogant second-generation rich kids were instantly terrified and scrambled to hide in the roadside green belt.

The man in the floral shirt was stunned, and the golf club in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud." He watched as the George Patton car drew closer and closer, pressing down on him like a small black mountain, his legs went weak, and he wanted to run but couldn't take a step.

"Squeak—"

A screeching sound of brakes rang out.

George Patton brought the Ferrari to a smooth stop less than half a meter away. The gust of wind he generated sent his floral shirt sprawling to the ground.

The door opened. Tank, a towering figure nearly two meters tall and as robust as a brown bear, jumped out of the driver's cab.

He ignored the floral shirt lying on the ground, and looked away from the rich kids hiding in the bushes. He strode to the Audi window and bowed respectfully.

"Boss, I'm here."

Liu Ming lowered the car window and glanced at the bright red Ferrari that was blocking the middle of the road.

"This car is blocking the way." Liu Ming's voice was devoid of warmth, as if stating an objective fact.

"clear."

Tank grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. That smile was filled with a thirst for violence and a fanaticism for destruction.

He turned around and climbed back up George Patton.

"Boom—" The engine roared deafeningly again!

The man in the floral shirt finally realized what was going on. He looked at George Patton, who was backing up, and realized what the other man was planning to do. Terrified, he scrambled over to him.

"No! That's the LaFerrari I just bought! It's worth over ten million! Are you guys crazy?"

"Old Chen, close the window," Liu Ming said casually.

The car windows were rolled up, completely shutting out the noise outside.

next second.

George Patton abruptly shifted into drive and floored the accelerator!

This massive steel behemoth, weighing several tons, showed no hesitation or mercy. With terrifying, destructive force, it slammed into the front of the Ferrari.

"Bang—Crack!!!"

A sickening metallic creak echoed through the night!

Faced with George Patton's massive crash beam, Ferrari's prized carbon fiber body was like a fragile cookie. The front end was instantly crushed, the hood exploded, and parts and glass shards flew everywhere!

"No!!!" The woman in the floral shirt knelt on the ground, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

But this is just the beginning.

The tank showed no sign of stopping. George Patton's massive all-terrain tires crushed the Ferrari's wreckage, driving right over it!

"Creak... Click..."

A top-of-the-line sports car worth over ten million was completely reduced to a pile of black smoke and flattened like paper under the tank's tracks.

George Patton only pulled over to the side of the road, making way for the Ferrari, after completely crushing it.

Liu Ming sat in his Audi, staring at the pile of still-smoking scrap metal. He didn't even glance at the woman in the floral shirt kneeling on the ground, sobbing.

"Old Chen, let's go." Liu Ming's voice remained as calm as ever.

"This kind of garbage is an eyesore here."

The Audi A6 started slowly, drove smoothly past the pile of scrap metal, and disappeared into the night.

And on the roadside.

All the second-generation rich kids were ashen-faced and trembling.

They looked at the LaFerrari, now a complete scrap metal, and then at the George Patton, which still stood like an iron tower by the roadside.

They finally realized that the person they had messed with today was not someone they could easily bully.

Instead, he was a living Yama, a man who dared to overturn tables in the capital and kill without blinking an eye.