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

"Old folks, vacation's over."

Liu Ming's voice traveled through an encrypted channel to the heavily guarded "Dragon Shield Security" base in the western suburbs of the capital in an instant.

The third basement level houses the tactical preparation room.

"Clang!"

Tank, who was doing bicep curls, slammed the 200-kilogram barbell he was holding directly onto the anti-slip mat without warning. He straightened up abruptly, and the boredom on his rugged face vanished instantly, replaced by an almost manic excitement.

"Holy crap! The boss's got a job!"

He was like a bear that had been trapped in a cage and starving for half a month, finally smelling the scent of fresh flesh and blood. He ripped off his sweat-soaked vest, revealing his granite-like muscles, bulging and covered with hideous scars.

"Lone Wolf! Stop fucking cleaning that piece of junk of yours! Hurry up!"

In the corner, Lone Wolf was carefully wiping a specially modified M200 sniper rifle with a piece of deerskin cloth. Hearing the tank's roar, he didn't immediately look up, but instead evenly applied the last drop of gun oil to the bolt.

"I heard you," Lone Wolf's voice was soft, yet it carried a sharp killing intent. "This gun needs to see some blood, or it'll rust."

On the other side, Ghost Hand pushed up his glasses, his ten fingers flashing across the keyboard like a blur. "The boss's coordinates are near the Red Wall. The destination is the western suburban military airport. Looks like this is a government deal, and a big one at that."

The poison doctor was injecting a pale green liquid into several specially made small glass vials. He carefully slipped the vials into the hidden compartment of his tactical vest, a sickly smile playing on his lips.

"Whatever kind of business it is, as long as it's in the direction the boss points, we'll go even if it's the eighteenth level of hell."

Vulture didn't speak; he simply strapped two black tactical claw knives to his thighs, his eyes as cold and sinister as a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

In less than three minutes, five people, five sets of top-of-the-line black special forces armor, did not bring the police equipment commonly used by security companies, but directly opened the "Arsenal Zero" deepest in the base, which had been specially approved by Nangong Yao.

C4 explosives, high-explosive grenades, special armor-piercing rounds, and even miniature thermobaric weapons.

They were like shoppers at a supermarket, continuously stuffing these heavy weapons, enough to fight a local war, into their tactical backpacks.

"Walk!"

The tank roared.

Five dark figures shot out of the underground base like arrows. Three bulletproof George Patton SUVs roared deafeningly, like three black monsters, tearing apart the tranquility of the capital city's night and heading straight for the military airport in the western suburbs.

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Western suburban military airport.

A massive Y-20 strategic transport aircraft was parked on the runway, its engines emitting a deep roar, and its huge tail hatch slowly opened, like a giant mouth ready to devour everything at any moment.

Along both sides of the runway, fully armed guards stood watch every three steps and sentries every five steps, maintaining extremely tight security.

A black Hongqi sedan with a special license plate silently drove onto the tarmac.

The car door opened.

Liu Ming came down, having taken off his white shirt and put on a black tactical armor identical to that of the Dragon Fang Squad.

He didn't bring any entourage, not even Chen Momo and Lin Xiaoxiao, because he knew that the upcoming battle didn't belong to the officialdom, the business world, or even normal military operations.

This is a dark massacre that exists outside the rules...

"Boss!"

The three George Patton tanks came to a smooth stop with a screeching sound of brakes. Tank was the first to jump out, and his eyes reddened when he saw Liu Ming in his long-unseen tactical gear. He ran up to Liu Ming and gave him a big bear hug.

"Hahaha! You finally took off that suffocating suit! That's more like it! We brothers should stand shoulder to shoulder and take him down!"

Lone Wolf, Ghost Hand, Poison Doctor, and Vulture also stepped forward. They didn't exchange many words, but in the instant their eyes met, a tacit understanding and trust that transcended life and death and penetrated to the bone flowed through the air.

"Have you brought all the equipment?" Liu Ming's voice was cold and steady.

"Don't worry, boss." Lone Wolf patted the sniper rifle on his back. "I even brought the 'big fireworks.' I guarantee those bastards will have a blast."

Liu Ming nodded. He turned around, looked at the Y-20 that resembled an iron fortress, and took a deep breath.

Before him sat six black metal tactical cases. These were specially approved by the higher-ups and represented the most advanced individual soldier exoskeleton assistive systems and holographic helmets currently available in China.

He bent down and opened his own tactical case.

Inside lay a set of futuristic black helmets, the visor made of dark red bulletproof glass with no markings, exuding only a chilling aura of death.

Liu Ming extended his hand. The hand that had once approved projects worth hundreds of billions and crushed the throats of enemies was now unusually steady.

He picked up the helmet. A second before putting it on.

He turned his head and looked at his five brothers behind him.

The gentle and refined demeanor that belonged to "Liu Ming, Director of the National Development and Reform Commission" had completely vanished from those deep eyes. In their place was the extreme brutality that had once made all mercenaries tremble in the bloody mountains and corpses of the Golden Triangle.

"Brothers."

Liu Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the roar of the engine and struck everyone's hearts heavily.

"This mission had no backup, no supplies, and not even legal status."

"We're facing a group of heavily armed lunatics. It could also be a trap."

"If anyone wants to quit, it's not too late."

His answer was five sharp, resounding cocking sounds!

"Snap!"

"Boss, you're being too polite," Tank grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. "Ever since you saved our lives from a hail of bullets back then, our lives have long ceased to be our own."

"Where the dragon's fangs point..." "There is no hope of survival!"

The five men roared in unison, their menacing aura sending a chill down the spines of even the guards standing nearby.

Liu Ming laughed, a laugh that was both incredibly arrogant and incredibly bloody.

"it is good."

He slowly put the black tactical helmet on his head with both hands. A soft "click" sounded. The dark red visor fell down, completely obscuring his face. A faint red light flashed on the visor, and the tactical system instantly activated.

Liu Ming turned around and strode towards the massive tail section of the Y-20. His voice, transmitted coldly through the communicator on his helmet, reached everyone's ears.

"Shura." "Login."