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

Inside the massive belly of the Y-20, dim red lights flashed alternately, accompanied by the deafening roar of four turbofan engines.

There was no other equipment or personnel in the cabin. In the empty steel space, only six figures, like black sculptures, stood in two rows.

These six people were eerily quiet.

But the palpable killing intent emanating from them, seemingly capable of freezing the air itself, sent chills down the spines of the pilots in the front cockpit. It was a terrifying aura possessed only by butchers who had crawled through piles of real corpses and whose hands were stained with countless drops of blood.

The Dragon Fang Squad has assembled. This is the first time in three years that this shadow unit, whose designation had been erased, has reunited as a complete combat formation.

Liu Ming sat in the main seat closest to the cabin door.

He took off his dark red tactical helmet and placed it on his knees. He didn't check his weapons, because that was an instinct ingrained in his bones, requiring no extra movements. He simply looked quietly at his familiar old buddies opposite him, his eyes deep.

"Boss."

Ghost Hand broke the silence. He held the silver laptop, which had undergone special military-grade shockproof treatment, and tapped a few times on the keyboard, projecting a three-dimensional terrain map onto the tactical screen in the center of the cabin.

"The Southwest Theater Command has just sent us the latest satellite scan data."

"Those bastards from 'Scorpion' are cunning. Not only did they lay down a high-density mixed minefield at the entrance to Death Valley, but they also set up three disguised anti-aircraft missile positions on high ground. The most troublesome thing is..."

Ghost Hand pushed up his glasses, his brows furrowing.

"The fifteen experts they kidnapped were divided into three groups and imprisoned in three different caves. Moreover, they deployed infrared-triggered C4 explosives around the caves, so that if they noticed any signs of a strong attack from us, or felt that they could not hold out, they would kill them immediately."

"This is a dead end."

The poison doctor toyed with the thin, cicada-wing-like scalpel in his hand, and sneered, "Conventional assault tactics simply won't work. Even if we can break through the outer fire network, it's impossible to guarantee the safety of the hostages in three different locations simultaneously. These foreign devils are sure we won't dare to act rashly."

"That's why the higher-ups handed this mess over to us."

Liu Ming finally spoke. His voice was flat, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, but his eyes flashed with a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine.

"If conventional tactics don't work, then we'll use unconventional ones." "They think they've built an impregnable fortress. But in my eyes, they're nothing more than a bunch of pigs locked in cages."

Liu Ming stood up and walked to the tactical screen. He lightly swiped his long, slender fingers across the red-marked anti-aircraft position on the screen.

"Lone Wolf, your mission isn't to snipe the guards around the hostages. I need you to move between these three high points."

Liu Ming stared into Lone Wolf's sharp, eagle-like eyes. "I want these three anti-aircraft missile positions to be rendered blind and deaf within fifteen minutes. Can you do it?"

"No problem," Lone Wolf patted the Barrett sniper rifle on his back, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Leave it to me."

"Ghost Hand, you don't need to go to the front lines," Liu Ming turned to Ghost Hand, "You stay on the high-altitude command aircraft. I need you to take control of all electronic signals within a 50-kilometer radius of Death Valley. Not only do you need to block their communications, but I also need you..."

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Liu Ming's eyes.

"I also want you to hack into their detonation system. I want those C4 explosives strapped to the hostages reduced to scrap metal!"

"This is difficult," Ghost Hand gasped, but his eyes immediately lit up with fervor. "However, it's exciting! I like it!"

"Poison Doctor, Vulture," Liu Ming continued, issuing orders. "You two are responsible for clearing out the sentries and booby traps on the perimeter. Be quick and quiet. I don't need you to capture them alive; I just want them to go to hell without making a sound."

"Understood," the two replied in unison.

Finally, Liu Ming's gaze fell on the giant man who stood like an iron tower.

"tank."

"Here!" The tank suddenly straightened its chest.

"Your task is the most important."

Looking at his face, which was filled with excitement, Liu Ming said, "I want you to take your 'big toys' and charge straight into the minefield. I want you to make the biggest commotion possible, to draw all their firepower. Even if it means blowing up all the rocks in the valley, you have to hold them off!"

"Hahahaha! Boss, just you wait and see!" Tank laughed wildly, slamming his hand on the Gatling gun next to him, producing a dull metallic clang.

"I've been holding back for three years! Today I'm going to show these foreign devils what a real steel torrent is like!"

Once the tactical deployment was complete, it was simple, brutal, and even extremely reckless. It completely abandoned the dogma of prioritizing stability in special operations, and instead adopted an extremely high-stakes, high-stakes "gambling" approach that relied heavily on individual ability and absolute teamwork.

But that's the style of "Dragon Fang"—to rise from the ashes.

"drop--!"

Just then, a burst of static came through the intercom in the cabin, followed by an old but dignified voice on the channel.

"Liu Ming".

It was Elder Lin's voice. He was in the top-secret command center in Zhongnanhai, directly connected to the Y-20 via a dedicated line.

"Here!" Liu Ming stood ramrod straight.

"The Western Theater Command at the front is ready to provide support, but outside the border, they cannot provide any substantial firepower support. This time, you are truly fighting alone," Old Lin's voice was unusually tinged with fatigue and worry.

"Those fifteen experts are the nation's treasures, but so are you." "Do your best, and if things don't work out... I'll allow you to abandon the mission and bring your brothers back alive."

This is the biggest concession this elder could make.

"lead."

Liu Ming's voice was deep, yet as resonant and powerful as metal and stone.

"The word 'give up' doesn't exist in 'Dragon Fang's' dictionary." "You hand me this sword, and I must bring you a victory."

Liu Ming paused, then his eyes flashed with an unprecedentedly terrifying killing intent.

"This operation," "there were no prisoners," "there were no negotiations," "the only order I gave was..."

He gritted his teeth and uttered four words, one by one:

"—Leave no survivors, annihilate them all."

On the other end of the communicator, Old Lin remained silent for a full five seconds, then let out a heavy sigh and a resolute reply:

"Go for it! If the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you."

"Beep." The call ended.

The cabin returned to its suffocating calm, but the oppressive, bloodthirsty atmosphere had reached its peak.

"Gala".

Tank sat back down, pulled a long string of gleaming heavy machine gun bullets from his tactical backpack, and skillfully wrapped them around his rock-hard chest muscles. As he carefully wiped the cold Gatling gun with an oil-soaked rag, he revealed a sinister grin more ferocious than a demon.

"Buzz—"

Suddenly, the alternating flashing red lights in the cabin went out instantly, and were replaced by a glaring and dazzling green indicator light!

"Beep beep beep!" The huge ramp door at the rear of the cabin began to slowly descend with the sound of hydraulic pressure. The violent night wind, mixed with the cold air from high altitude, instantly swept through the entire cabin!

Liu Ming put his dark red tactical helmet back on.

He walked to the cabin door and looked down at the primeval jungle below, shrouded in darkness and resembling a gaping abyss. He knew that was Death Valley, the burial place of the scorpion.

"Brothers."

Liu Ming pulled out the Dragon Fang military dagger from the side of his leg.

"Jump!"