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

"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.

"This is war! Real guns and knives where people could die at any moment! Those mercenaries are armed with American-made anti-materiel sniper rifles and portable anti-aircraft missiles! Do you think it's as simple as your National Development and Reform Commission sitting in an office typing on a keyboard and approving a few documents?"

The old general grew increasingly agitated, his chest heaving violently. "You're just a civilian cadre, a department head in charge of economics! Even if Elder Lin values ​​you, you have no right to boss people around in the face of a national military crisis like this! Sit down!"

The old general's words, though harsh, were all true. Most of the generals present nodded in agreement. They acknowledged that Liu Ming was indeed adept at economic warfare and anti-corruption, but in the military field, specialized tasks must be left to specialists.

Sending a civilian official to the front lines to rescue hostages? That's an international joke!

"Civil official?"

Faced with the old general's angry rebuke, Liu Ming did not back down. Instead, he smiled, a smile that carried a hint of mockery, as well as a long-lost, heart-stopping wildness.

"General Zhao, when you were the commander of the Southwest Theater Command, didn't you ever hear of 'Dragon Fang'?"

"Dragon Fang?" General Zhao paused, his expression shifting slightly. As a former top commander of a war zone, how could he not have heard of this top-tier and most mysterious shadow force in the country? But so what? What did it have to do with this frail scholar in front of him?

Liu Ming didn't explain further. His slender fingers rested on the collar of his white shirt.

"Sizzle."

The buttons were ripped off, and the expensive shirt was roughly torn open by him.

"Hiss—" A collective gasp filled the entire conference room!

Even the bigwigs sitting in the main seats had their pupils shrink suddenly.

What a body it was! Not a single ounce of excess fat; beneath its bronze skin lay explosive power. But what was most shocking were the countless, dense scars covering its chest and back!

On his left shoulder was a horrifying bullet hole that pierced through his scapula. In the center of his chest was a long scar, more than ten centimeters long, as if it had been torn apart by some sharp weapon, with its edges rolled up, looking ferocious and terrifying.

His abdomen and sides of his ribs were covered with shrapnel abrasions and burns of various sizes.

This is not a normal human body at all; it is a living, breathing, brutal war painting drawn with blood and flesh! Every scar on it represents a near-death experience in a hellish battlefield, telling an untold tragic tale of iron and blood.

"These...these are..." General Zhao pointed at the scars on Liu Ming's body, his voice trembling. His original anger was instantly replaced by shock.

"Left shoulder, taken by an AK47 bullet for a comrade during a drug bust in the Golden Triangle three years ago."

Liu Ming pointed to her wounds in a calm tone, as if she were introducing ordinary products.

"This scar on my chest was left by a terrorist's scimitar during the evacuation of Chinese citizens from a Middle Eastern country."

"As for the abdomen..." Liu Ming sneered, "It's from that 'Death Valley' you mentioned, where I stepped on a bounding mine planted by 'Poisonous Scorpion' and was blown up by shrapnel."

He closed his shirt again, his gaze sweeping across the generals who were now completely stunned.

"I am indeed a civil servant." "But I am also a 'Shura' who crawled out of piles of corpses."

"Three years ago, I could beat the 'Scorpions' so badly they fled the border like stray dogs. Today, I can leave them there forever as fertilizer."

Silence. Deathly silence.

Who would have thought that this youngest director-general at the provincial level, who wields immense influence in the political arena and is considered a pillar of the nation and an economic prodigy, would conceal such a terrifying past and such astonishing combat prowess beneath his gentle and refined suit!

"Liu Ming..." General Zhao swallowed hard, his attitude having completely changed. "But the terrain of Death Valley is too complex. Now the enemy has laid out a high density of minefields and anti-aircraft fire. No matter how skilled you are, how can you break through alone?"

"I'm not alone. I also have 'Dragon Fang'."

Liu Ming walked up to the huge electronic screen. Instead of using a laser pointer, he quickly traced the "Death Valley" terrain map marked in black on the screen with his finger.

"The opponent's defenses appear impenetrable, but in reality, they are full of weaknesses."

Liu Ming's eyes became extremely focused, and her brain worked at lightning speed like a supercomputer.

"First, the mixed minefield at the canyon entrance seems to block the surface passage. However, based on my on-site investigation there three years ago, there is a hidden underground cave system to the right of the minefield. Although the water flow is rapid and the oxygen content is extremely low, it can be used as an infiltration route if equipped with a miniature oxygen circulation system."

"Secondly, the enemy's Stinger anti-aircraft missiles are deployed on Heights A and C. These two positions have a wide field of vision, but precisely because they are so open, between 3 and 4 a.m., the temperature difference in the valley will create extremely dense fog. During this time, infrared guidance and optical targeting will be severely interfered with. This is our only window of opportunity for low-altitude parachute landing."

"Third, and most importantly."

Liu Ming pointed to several red dots on the screen that represented the mercenary sentries.

"The Scorpion's people rely too much on electronic devices. Their two high-powered signal jamming vehicles, while blocking our communications, also exposed the location of their core command post. As long as 'Ghost Hand' can access their regional network at close range, I can not only paralyze their air defense system but also render all their hidden sentries blind and deaf!"

……

Shocking. Utterly shocking.

The senior generals present were so astonished that their jaws nearly dropped as they watched Liu Ming draw the breakout route on the screen with effortless grace and listened to his tactical analysis, which was accurate to the second.

This isn't a battle plan devised by one person; it's clearly a perfect simulation that only a top-notch staff team could produce!

His familiarity with Death Valley even surpassed that of the military's existing satellite maps! His calculations of enemy firepower and his psychological maneuvering were unparalleled!

Is this the legendary commander of "Dragon Fang"?

Such individual tactical skills and the vision to command the overall situation are simply terrifying!

"I need a transport plane. Six sets of HALO (High Altitude Low Opening) extreme parachute equipment. And..."

Liu Ming turned around and looked at the big boss sitting in the main seat, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

"A high-ranking official... the temporary right to open fire."

"No need to ask for instructions or report. Anyone who obstructs will be killed without mercy."

The meeting room was completely silent.

This request is outrageous. In this peaceful era, granting such great power to a non-active duty officer is a mistake that no one can afford to take responsibility for.

All eyes were focused on the powerful figure who held the reins of power over the Nine Provinces.