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

The wind howled fiercely in my ears, like countless invisible knives cutting through my tactical uniform.

Liu Ming remained headfirst in a diving posture, like a black meteor that had lost its gravity, rapidly falling into the dark night sky.

Not far from him, five other identical figures were also plummeting rapidly. None of them deployed their main parachutes, or even their pilot parachutes.

This is a HALO (High Altitude Low Opening) parachute jump, which is also the most dangerous and deadliest infiltration method in special operations.

He jumped from an altitude of 8,000 meters and only deployed his parachute at a maximum altitude of just a few hundred meters above the ground.

This can minimize the chances of being detected by enemy radar and locked onto by ground-based air defense fire.

However, the price to pay is that skydivers must endure extreme hypoxia and cold at high altitudes, as well as the enormous pulling force that can rupture internal organs at the moment the parachute opens.

"Two thousand meters in altitude!"

Ghost Hand's voice came through the communication channel, his tone slightly distorted due to the air pressure from the high-speed fall.

"Boss! We're just outside the minefield Scorpion laid out! The tree canopy here is too dense; if we open our parachutes here, we'll likely end up hanging in the trees and become sitting ducks!"

"Continue to decline." Liu Ming's answer was calm and without a trace of emotion.

"1,500 meters!"

"One kilometer!"

"Boss! We can't lower it any further! If we do, we'll be fucking mincemeat!" Tank yelled into the channel.

As the black tree canopies on the ground, like sharp swords piercing the night sky, became clearer and clearer, the oppressive feeling of impending destruction was enough to drive any normal person to a mental breakdown.

But Liu Ming still did not give the order to open the umbrella.

He was waiting. Waiting for the perfect, and also the most lethal, moment to open the parachute.

"Five hundred meters!"

"Three hundred meters!"

It's now!

"Open the umbrella!"

Liu Ming suddenly pulled the parachute cord!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Six black tactical parachutes suddenly bloomed in the night sky almost simultaneously at an extreme altitude of less than 200 meters above the ground!

The enormous reverse pulling force instantly pulled the six people back from their high-speed fall!

Liu Ming felt a churning sensation in his chest, his bones grinding together with a sickening sound. But he gritted his teeth, gripping the parachute lines tightly with both hands, and relying on his terrifying muscle strength and rich experience, he forced a very dangerous maneuver to avoid a collision in mid-air.

He dodged a thick branch that could have pierced him.

"Boom!" "Crash!"

The six dark figures, almost simultaneously, crashed into the primeval forest known as "Death Valley" with unstoppable kinetic energy, like six black meteorites.

Branches broke, and leaves flew everywhere.

The moment Liu Ming landed, he skillfully performed a forward roll to dissipate the impact. Without pausing for even a second, he reached for his waist with his left hand, and the "Dragon Fang" military dagger, radiating a cold blue light, was already in his grasp.

"Sizzle!"

The sharp blade cut the paracord effortlessly.

Liu Ming stood up. He pressed a button on his helmet, and the dark red night vision goggles instantly activated, transforming the surrounding pitch-black jungle into a virtual battlefield filled with data and green light.

"All units, report the situation." Liu Ming lowered his voice, gripping the modified HK416 assault rifle tightly in his hand.

"The tank landed safely! No injuries, but this damn tree branch almost tore my crotch!"

"Lone Wolf in position. Good visibility, searching for a sniping spot."

"Ghost Hand is safe! My precious computer is safe too! Connecting to the local area network..."

"The poison doctor is safe."

"The vulture is safe and has gone into hiding."

Hearing the five consecutive reports coming from the channel, Liu Ming's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

All personnel landed safely. The first step of the infiltration mission was successfully completed.

Moreover, the location they landed was extremely precise.

It was in a dense thicket less than 200 meters from the first line of defense of the Poison Scorpion. This distance was precisely in the blind spot of the enemy's radar scan and also a blind spot for anti-aircraft missiles.

"Ghost Hand, how's the situation?" Liu Ming asked while cautiously observing his surroundings.

"Boss, these bastards are really going all out."

The sound of a ghostly hand rapidly typing on a keyboard could be heard in the channel.

"I took a stroll around their perimeter security network, and the level of security is almost on par with US military bases in the Middle East! Thermal imaging, vibration sensors, and a dense array of infrared tripwire mines... This isn't a hostage situation; it's clearly a meat grinder waiting for us to jump in!"

"Can it be cracked?"

"Easy peasy!" Ghost Hand chuckled. "Give me five minutes, and I can not only block out their 'eyes' and 'ears,' but I can also create some 'illusions' for them. I guarantee they'll see an empty minefield, but their screens will be full of big red dots, scaring those bastards to death!"

"Okay. Let's get started."

Liu Ming turned his head and looked at the five brothers behind him.

They had already cut the parachute lines and buried the parachutes on the spot. The five men spread out in a tactical formation, subtly protecting Liu Ming in the center.

Each of them exuded an aura of extreme danger and bloodlust.

In this primeval jungle filled with decaying leaves and miasma, they were like fish returning to water, or eagles returning to the sky.

All the formal attire and official social interactions in the capital were completely forgotten at this moment.

They are no longer directors or consultants for security companies.

They are "Dragon Fangs," the deadliest and most terrifying killing machines in the world.

"Everyone."

Looking at his old buddies, Liu Ming curled his lips into a cruel and unrestrained sneer. He reached out and gently patted Tank's shoulder.

"Are you ready to get to work?"

Tank grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, and picked up the Gatling gun, pulling the bolt back heavily.

"I've been starving and thirsty for ages."

Liu Ming nodded.

He turned around, facing the "Valley of Death" that appeared incredibly eerie and terrifying in the night, his eyes as cold as knives.

"Welcome back to Hell."