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

The meeting room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The right to open fire on short notice is no trivial matter. It means that in the extremely sensitive border dispute zone of "Death Valley," Liu Ming can use lethal force without consulting anyone. If this triggers an international dispute or the hostage rescue fails, no one can bear the enormous blame.

The generals exchanged glances, impressed by Liu Ming's tactical prowess, but at this critical juncture, none dared to express their opinions easily.

In this suffocating silence.

"Bang!"

Old Master Lin, who had been sitting to the side with his eyes closed, suddenly slammed his hand heavily on the mahogany table.

The old man was over ninety years old and usually needed help even to walk. But at this moment, he suddenly stood up, and his imposing military bearing, honed in the midst of gunfire, instantly swept across the entire scene, making the generals with their gold stars on their shoulders not dare to even breathe.

"What? Have you all become mute?"

Old Lin's voice boomed like a bell, and his cloudy old eyes were now gleaming with sharp light as he stared intently at the hesitant generals.

"They've got guns pointed at our scientists' heads, they're even defecating and urinating outside our walls! And you're still worrying about this and that? What they're after is a superconducting mineral vein that could change the fate of the country for the next hundred years, and you're here calculating the gains and losses of your official hats?"

"I'm telling you! If anything goes wrong, I'll vouch for him with my head, which I've kept on the battlefield for over ninety years!"

The old man ripped off his military cap and slammed it heavily onto the table.

"If Liu Ming fails to save that person, if he causes trouble for the country, I won't need you to punish him; I'll personally shoot him dead, and then he'll go to a military court to face punishment!"

The entire audience was stunned! This is of immense significance!

This is using the century-old reputation of the founding fathers of the People's Republic of China to endorse a young man!

A deep sense of admiration and decisiveness flashed in those eyes that seemed to see through history.

"Old Lin, put your hat on. You're so old, don't be so quick to shout about fighting and killing."

His voice was calm, yet it carried a reassuring power. He picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and then slowly placed it back on the table.

"I have read Comrade Liu Ming's tactical analysis. It is very professional and pragmatic. Most importantly, at this critical juncture, what we need are warriors who dare to draw their swords, not politicians who hesitate and look back."

He looked at Liu Ming, his gaze gradually becoming sharp as a knife.

"Liu Ming, I'll only ask you one question. If you go all out, how confident are you that you can bring us back safely?"

"Ninety percent." Liu Ming met her superior's gaze without the slightest hesitation.

"What about the remaining ten percent?"

"That ten percent was me and my brothers, all of us died in battle." Liu Ming's tone was as calm as if he were talking about someone else's business. "As long as one of us is still breathing, those fifteen experts will not lose a single hair."

The conference room fell silent again. This was not arrogance, but the ultimate tragic and confident spirit unique to national heroes and elite soldiers.

"it is good."

"I am here to immediately prepare a Y-20 transport aircraft, fully loaded with fuel, to stand by at the military airport in the western suburbs of the capital, activate high-level radar silence, and fly directly to the edge of Area 72."

"Furthermore, from this moment forward, all electronic reconnaissance, satellite control, and border defense fire support authority in the 'Death Valley' area is transferred. Commander codename... 'Shura'."

"Remember, it's 'special treatment, absolute obedience'."

After hanging up the phone, the superior stood up and walked over to Liu Ming.

He no longer addressed him as "comrade" or "director," but instead looked at the young man, who was not yet thirty, with the eyes of someone who looked after the backbone of the nation.

"I've prepared everything for you: equipment, personnel, and even a statement of condemnation from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"Go. Go and tell those demons and monsters who covet our country."

"Our nation's bottom line is that whoever crosses it dies."

Liu Ming didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

He stood at attention, legs together, head held high.

He addressed his superiors, Elder Lin, and all the generals present who had devoted themselves to the country.

He gave a very standard and extremely solemn military salute!

"Mission accomplished!"

He turned around and strode out of the conference room that represented the power of the Dragon Kingdom.

The corridor lights shone on his tattered white shirt, as if draping him in an indestructible black armor.

……

"Buzz—"

As soon as Liu Ming stepped out the door, the encrypted phone she had been clutching tightly in her hand dialed that familiar number.

"Lone Wolf, notify Tank, Ghost Hand, Poison Doctor, and Vulture."

Liu Ming's voice sounded particularly deep in the night wind, yet it carried a terrifying killing intent that could ignite the entire night sky.

"My vacation is over."

"Grab your gear, assemble at the western suburbs airport within twenty minutes."

On the other end of the phone, Lone Wolf's voice instantly became rough and deep, like a wild beast that had caught a whiff of blood, letting out an uncontrollable roar.

"Boss...it's finally time to get to work?"

"Hmm." Liu Ming raised her head and looked at the few twinkling cold stars in the night sky of the capital.

"Go kill someone."

"Go and let those foreign devils know what it means to... come and never return."