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

Let's rewind ten minutes.

Fifteen kilometers outside "Death Valley" is a temporary forward command post of a border defense regiment of the Western Theater Command.

Company Commander Zhao Gang paced anxiously behind the sandbag bunker, binoculars in hand. His eyes were bloodshot, and his bulletproof vest was covered in mud and sweat.

For the past few days, he and his company of brothers have been holding this position firmly. Watching the mercenaries opposite them arrogantly setting up their positions, and even making throat-slitting gestures at them from a distance, Zhao Gang's teeth were practically grinding to powder.

But the higher-ups gave a strict order: without instructions, no one was to cross the line!

"Company commander! The radar is working!"

The communications soldier suddenly shouted, his voice trembling, "A heavy transport plane without identification is approaching at high speed from high above! It's not slowing down! It...it flew right over our heads!"

Zhao Gang lunged at the radar screen.

On the screen, a green dot representing a large aircraft is diving straight into the airspace of Death Valley in an almost suicidal manner!

"Are they crazy? The other side has Stinger anti-aircraft missiles!" Zhao Gang's scalp tingled.

However, something even more horrifying happened.

On the radar screen, the green dot representing the transport plane, when it was still two kilometers above the ground, suddenly split into six extremely tiny points of light. These points of light plummeted vertically at an alarming speed, even faster than the transport plane's descent!

"It's a parachute jump! Someone is performing an extreme parachute jump!"

Zhao Gang, being a veteran border guard, immediately saw through the deception. But, in that desolate area riddled with high-voltage power lines, thermal imagers, and mixed minefields, how could they possibly conduct a low-altitude, unprotected nighttime parachute jump?

This isn't a surprise attack; this is clearly suicide!

"Quickly! Contact the theater command! Find out who's carrying out this mission!"

Zhao Gang had barely finished speaking.

The simple camouflage tent door of the command post was suddenly pulled open from the outside.

There was no notification. There were no rank insignia. And there were no passwords that friendly forces would have.

Six figures, clad entirely in black tactical armor, appeared silently before Zhao Gang and dozens of border guards, like six killing gods emerging from hell, exuding a bloodthirsty aura capable of freezing souls.

In that instant, it was as if all the air in the command post had been sucked out.

Zhao Gang instinctively gripped his assault rifle tighter. He was a tough guy who had killed drug dealers on the border, but at this moment, looking at these six men in black whose faces he couldn't see, his legs involuntarily went weak.

That aura was terrifying.

It's like standing in front of an ancient, ferocious beast that has just finished eating and is licking its paws. If you dare to move, it can tear your throat apart in an instant.

"Who...who are you?" Zhao Gangqiang swallowed hard, his voice hoarse.

The man walking at the front was Liu Ming. He didn't answer Zhao Gang's question, but went straight to the tactical terminal of the command post.

He raised his hand and tapped the screen twice with his long, slender fingers.

"I am the supreme commander of this operation, codename 'Shura'."

Liu Ming's voice came through the voice changer in his helmet, sounding deep and mechanical, devoid of any human emotion.

"From this moment forward, this command post is under my control. All your communication equipment must be handed over, and no one is to leave this tent without my order."

This is an order. It is also a warning.

"What gives you the right to..." A young platoon leader was somewhat indignant and was about to step forward to argue.

"Bang!"

The giant man (the tank) next to him, who was as tall as an iron tower, didn't even turn his head. He kicked a wooden ammunition box next to him. The wooden box, which was full of bullets and weighed 200 pounds, was kicked and slid four or five meters along the ground before crashing into the steel frame of the tent with a loud bang, making the entire tent shake violently!

The young platoon leader immediately shut his mouth, his face turning deathly pale.

Zhao Gang took a deep breath; he knew these people were not to be trifled with. He pulled an encrypted communicator from his pocket and handed it to Liu Ming.

"This is the highest authorization code just sent by the theater command. It says that whoever owns this number must obey us unconditionally on the front lines."

Liu Ming took the communicator, glanced at the numbers on it, and nodded slightly.

"Ghost hands."

"exist!"

"Take over their radar and surveillance systems. I want to see footage of Death Valley where you can tell the difference between a male and a female mosquito."

"Roger that! Boss, give me three seconds."

Ghost Hand, clutching his silver laptop, shoved past the communications soldier who was still standing there, dumbfounded. He plugged a data cable into the interface of the military terminal.

Fingers flying!

All that could be heard was a rapid, thunderous clatter of keyboard clicks.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"Done!"

It was accompanied by an excited whistle from Ghost Hand.

The radar screen, which had been filled with static, suddenly flashed with green code. Then, an incredibly clear 3D holographic topographic map—so clear you could even see the texture of every tree in the valley—appeared before everyone!

"This...how is this possible?!"

Zhao Gang and the border guards were all dumbfounded.

They used state-of-the-art military equipment and struggled for three days and three nights without being able to break through the enemy's signal jamming network. Then this bespectacled guy, in just three seconds, not only hacked into the enemy's system but also managed to retrieve their high-resolution terrain data?

But this is not over yet!

"Boss, I've intercepted all the data streams from their thermal imagers and vibration sensors."

Ghost Hand typed the last Enter key.

Dozens of glaring red dots instantly lit up on the holographic map on the screen!

"These red dots are the sentries, firing positions, and... minefields of those 'Scorpion' scum!"

"They had a total of three layers of defense. The first layer was a mixed minefield with infrared sensors; the second layer was machine gun positions with crossfire; and the third layer, which was the core cave, was where our experts were being held. That bald regimental commander personally guarded the entrance to the cave."

Everything is crystal clear; there are no secrets whatsoever.

Liu Ming stared at the flashing red dots on the screen.

In the shadow of his tactical mask, a wild and cruel sneer slowly crept onto his lips.

This is a case of dimensional reduction attack.

Faced with absolute technology and absolute violence, any so-called "impregnable fortress" is nothing but a laughable paper tiger.

He reached out and gently tapped the red dots.

It's like choosing a sacrifice to be sent to the guillotine.

"Well done, Ghost Hand."

Liu Ming's voice was soft, yet it carried a terrifying killing intent that chilled one to the bone and made one's soul tremble.

He drew the "Dragon Fang" military dagger from his side, the blade flashing a ghostly blue light in the dim tent.

"Brothers."

Liu Ming turned around and looked at the five old men behind him who also exuded a bloodthirsty aura.

"Game begins."

"The prey has entered."