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

"Outrageous! This is utterly outrageous!"

The major general from the Military Intelligence Bureau pointed to a high-resolution satellite reconnaissance image that had just been transmitted back onto the screen, his fingers trembling. It was a live feed of the "Scorpion" mercenary group's deployment in "Death Valley."

"Please take a look, esteemed leaders." The major general's voice was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness and suppressed anger.

"These desperados not only kidnapped fifteen national-level scientific research experts, but they also laid a nearly two-kilometer-long, high-density mixed minefield at the only entrance to the entire 'Death Valley'!"

"What's even more deadly is..."

The major general took a deep breath, his tone becoming extremely heavy.

"Based on our thermal imaging analysis and electronic reconnaissance, the enemy has deployed at least four US-made Stinger anti-aircraft missile systems and two high-powered signal jamming vehicles on the high ground on both sides of the valley!"

"This means our helicopters are completely unable to get close enough to conduct an air assault. Any attempt to force their way through would inevitably result in devastating firepower!"

"Furthermore, due to signal jamming, we are unable to establish any contact with the trapped experts, and cannot even confirm their current life or death status!"

This is not a kidnapping; this is clearly the forced construction of an impregnable military fortress right under the nose of the Dragon Kingdom!

The atmosphere in the conference room was oppressive and suffocating. Several high-ranking military and political figures, who were usually unfazed even in the face of a collapsing mountain, now had furrowed brows and ashen faces.

Those fifteen experts are the pillars of China's physics and materials science fields; the loss of any one of them would be an immeasurable blow to the nation. And that room-temperature superconducting mineral vein is even more crucial—it's a national treasure, determining whether China can achieve absolute technological dominance over the West in the next century.

We must not fall into enemy hands! We must not compromise!

Unfortunately, this damned geographical location rendered its powerful conventional military forces useless.

"Are we just going to be controlled by a bunch of mercenaries? To be led by the nose by them?" General Zhang gulped down a mouthful of tea and slammed the teacup heavily on the table in anger.

"Those Western media outlets have definitely already set up their long guns and short cannons, just waiting for our main force to cross that line, and then broadcasting a grand drama to the world: 'China bullies the weak and brazenly provokes a border conflict'!" The senior official in charge of diplomacy smiled bitterly.

Advancing is a political trap; retreating is tantamount to losing sovereignty and national humiliation.

This was a perfect, meticulously planned assassination scheme orchestrated behind the scenes by Aegis, a top Western intelligence agency!

Just when everyone felt helpless and trapped in a dead end of despair.

"Clatter."

A soft sound. It was exceptionally clear in the otherwise silent conference room.

It was Liu Ming. He lit a cigarette.

At this top-level military conference, where smoking was strictly prohibited and even breathing was to be restrained, he inexplicably lit a cigarette, and no one dared to stop him.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Liu Ming narrowed her eyes slightly. Her once calm and serene gaze was now fixed intently on the satellite topographic map of "Death Valley" on the screen.

The red contour lines, the intricate jungle terrain, even the cliffs marked as minefields—gradually, in his eyes, they overlapped with those bloody and gunpowder-smelling scenes from his memory.

Three years ago. Also in this damn jungle.

The "Dragon Fang" squad suffered its worst ambush ever. To cover the main force's retreat, its vice-captain, "Cheetah," was shot through the heart by "Scorpion's" sniper in the swamp less than 500 meters from the valley entrance.

Blood stained the foul-smelling swamp.

That day, Liu Ming, like a madman, led the remaining brothers in a three-day, three-night chase through the jungle to kill "Poison Scorpion." In the end, he managed to cut off one of Poison Scorpion's fingers, but the old dog still managed to escape back to the border using the terrain as cover.

That was the only time Liu Ming failed in his military career. It was also a scar that he could never erase from his heart.

And now, these bastards are back. They even dare to touch the nation's most important artifacts.

"call--"

Liu Ming exhaled a long puff of blue smoke, and with that puff, the refined exterior of the "Director of the National Development and Reform Commission" on his body was completely torn apart!

A terrifying killing intent, as if crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, erupted from him in the conference room with a tangible force! The temperature of the surrounding air seemed to plummet to freezing point in an instant!

The battle-hardened guards standing at the door, upon sensing this murderous aura, even subconsciously placed their hands on their holsters, their muscles tensing to the limit!

What terrifying malevolent energy!

"Death Valley... Area 72..."

Liu Ming murmured these cold words in a low voice. His eyes grew brighter and colder, like a ferocious beast that had been lying in wait for a long time, finally smelling the blood of its prey.

"The minefield is very well laid out; it seems the 'Aegis' team has also been deployed. Anti-aircraft missiles have blocked the air corridor, and signal jamming has cut off communication support. A frontal assault would indeed be tantamount to suicide."

Liu Ming stared at the map, as if talking to himself, or perhaps conducting an incredibly brutal pre-battle simulation.

"But they overlooked one thing."

"This jungle is not their backyard."

"This is... my home turf."

A wild and bloodthirsty smile appeared on Liu Ming's lips.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the pure gold pen on the table, a symbol of power and status.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, the priceless fountain pen was broken in two! Ink splattered on his fingertips, like specks of bright red blood.

He slammed the broken pen into the hard mahogany conference table with tremendous force! The force penetrated the wood!

Liu Ming suddenly stood up. He didn't look at the dumbfounded generals and elders. He just stared at the arrogant face of the scorpion on the screen, his eyes revealing an absolute confidence and domineering attitude that looked down on the world.

"Regular troops can't be moved, and heavy firepower can't be used. So let's use asymmetric warfare."

"This matter."

"Leave it to me."

"Give it to you? Director Liu, isn't that a rather inappropriate joke?"

A hot-tempered old general, sitting opposite with two gold stars on his shoulders, suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up. His tiger-like eyes widened as he pointed at Liu Ming and reprimanded him without any politeness.