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

"Boss, it's confirmed."

Ghost Hand's fingers left the keyboard, and he exhaled a long breath. Behind his glasses, his eyes flashed with an extremely dangerous light.

"By comparing their internal radio frequency bands and encryption methods, they match 100%."

"These bastards who kidnapped the expert are the scum of 'Scorpion'!"

The moment the name was uttered, the air in the cramped command tent seemed to be instantly sucked out, and the temperature plummeted to freezing.

Apart from Liu Ming and Ghost Hand, the eyes of the remaining four people—Tank, Lone Wolf, Vulture, and Poison Doctor—underwent a dramatic change at this moment.

That wasn't just ordinary murderous intent; it was a deep-seated hatred, a nightmare that had been suppressed for three years and gnawed at their hearts in countless midnight dreams.

Three years ago, in the dark and gloomy jungle of the Golden Triangle.

It was this "Poison Scorpion" mercenary group that used an extremely despicable poison gas trap to ambush the Dragon Fang squad, who were carrying out an evacuation mission.

In that battle, the vice-captain "Cheetah" detonated the ammunition depot alone to cover the main force, leaving no trace of his body. The communications officer "Nightingale" was captured and tortured, eventually biting off his tongue and committing suicide.

Although in that mission, Liu Ming led the remaining brothers to fight their way out, even chasing "Poison Scorpion" for three days and three nights and cutting off one of their leader's fingers.

However, the blood debt remained unpaid, and the bald, burly regimental commander eventually managed to escape across the border by taking advantage of the complex terrain.

In the past three years, Liu Ming retired from officialdom, and his brothers went their separate ways. Everyone thought that the blood debt would be slowly buried in the dust of history as time went by.

But who could have imagined that karma would come back to haunt them again!

Moreover, it's on the land of the Dragon Kingdom!

"Crack... Crack..."

A sickening cracking sound of bones breaking rang out. Tank's arms, thicker than two normal people's thighs, were bulging with veins like writhing dragons. He gripped a steel pipe tightly, twisting it into a pretzel shape.

"Okay." He grinned, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying and more ferocious than a demon.

"Very good."

"For the past three years, I've been dreaming about how to skin that bald guy alive! Today, I finally caught him!"

Lone Wolf didn't speak. He simply took a specially made silencer out of his backpack and rotated it with extremely gentle movements, attaching it to the barrel of his Barrett sniper rifle. It was the prelude to his killing.

Poison Doctor pulled out several strangely colored syringes from a hidden compartment in his vest and carefully placed them on the tactical attachment on his thigh.

The vulture toyed with the black claw knife, its eyes as cold and menacing as those of a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

New grudges, old hatreds.

At this moment, like a volcano about to erupt, it was brewing and boiling wildly in the chests of the six elite soldiers.

Liu Ming looked at his brothers, but he didn't try to calm them down.

Because he knew that this hatred, this killing intent, was their strongest weapon to tear the enemy apart tonight.

"Ghost Hand," Liu Ming's voice was low and deep.

"I don't care what method you use, just completely cut off all communication signals within a 50-kilometer radius."

"I don't want our actions to be seen by any foreign fly, nor do I want that old dog to have the opportunity to ask his master for help."

"Boss, don't worry." Ghost Hand pressed the Enter key on the keyboard, and the red light on the screen flashed sharply.

"I've already planted a Trojan horse. Now, all they see on their radar screens is a herd of wild boars grazing in the valley. As for communications? Even if they shout themselves hoarse, they won't be able to send out a single signal!"

"very good."

Liu Ming turned around, put on the dark red tactical helmet, and pulled down the mask.

"Brothers."

He drew the "Dragon Fang" military dagger from his side; the black blade flashed with a chilling glint in the dim light.

"Today, we are not doing this for the country, nor for a mission."

"Just for...revenge."

Without further ado, Liu Ming made a very brief hand gesture.

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

Six dark figures, like six bolts of black lightning, darted out of the tent in an instant!

They didn't even go through the main entrance; instead, they cut open the camouflage fabric on the back of the tent and silently disappeared into the dark, perilous primeval jungle.

Zhao Gang and the border guards stared in disbelief at the figures disappearing into the darkness. They hadn't even caught a glimpse of their afterimages; it was as if the people had vanished into thin air.

"Company commander...they..." A young soldier swallowed hard. "Just these few people...going to venture into that den of thieves?"

Zhao Gang took a deep breath. He looked at the dark, dense jungle, his eyes filled with awe and shock.

"Don't say anything, just watch."

"This is a... slaughter that we have no right to participate in."

……

Deep within Death Valley. Core camp.

A huge natural cave has been converted into a temporary command post. A high-powered searchlight hangs on the cave wall, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.

Fifteen geological and physical experts from the Dragon Kingdom, their hands bound behind their backs, were crammed into a corner. Although they looked dejected, their eyes revealed an indomitable spirit that would rather die than submit.

In front of them was a simple folding table.

On the table were several bottles of expensive foreign liquor and a large pile of scattered cigars.

The bald white man—the leader of the "Scorpion" mercenary group—was leaning back in his chair, his feet propped up on the table, leisurely smoking a cigar and enjoying the joy of victory.

He touched the broken ring finger on his left hand.

The scar left by that terrifying Eastern man three years ago still aches faintly.

But so what?

He now holds the most important scientific research treasure of the Dragon Kingdom in his hands. He has also laid a trap in this valley.

Even if that guy named Liu Ming is a great fighter, he can't possibly grow wings and fly in. Moreover, according to his "insider" in the upper echelons of China, the Chinese military is too afraid of international repercussions to send a large force across the border.

"Hahahaha..." He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"These foolish Easterners, do they really think we'd talk to them about humanitarianism?"

He turned to an adjutant beside him, "Two hours left. If they don't hand over the mining authorization letter by then..."

He made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Kill one every ten minutes and send the video to their government. I want to see those high-ranking officials kneeling on the ground begging me!"

The adjutant nodded with a sinister grin.

"Boss, after this is done, what about the fifty million US dollars that 'Aegis' promised..."

"Don't worry. You'll get your share." The bald leader flicked his cigarette ash, his eyes filled with greed. "With this money, we can buy an island in Hawaii and live comfortably for the rest of our lives."

He closed his eyes, as if he could already see the beach, the waves, and the bikini-clad beauties.

The dream of getting rich is so sweet.

however.

He didn't know.

It's less than a kilometer away from this cave.

In a dead zone filled with infrared sensors and trigger mines.

Six ghostly figures moved with a speed and stealth technique that defied the limits of human physiology.

Silently, like death itself, it approached him.