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

The core area of ​​Death Valley, fifty meters outside the cave.

This is the last stronghold of the "Scorpion" mercenary group. A dozen fully armed elite mercenaries stand with their backs against the cave entrance, forming a semi-circular defensive formation and staring intently into the darkness ahead.

The muzzles of their guns were trembling slightly.

It's too quiet.

The sounds of gunfire and screams from the surrounding area abruptly ceased five minutes ago, and only the suffocating static crackling of electrical wires could be heard on the communication channels.

They didn't know whether their comrades guarding outside were dead or alive, nor did they know where the attackers who had torn apart their two lines of defense like ghosts were hiding.

"Commander! Something's wrong! We've completely lost contact with the outside world!" The adjutant's voice was filled with barely concealed panic.

The Scorpion commander's scarred white face looked particularly menacing under the searchlight. He shoved his adjutant aside, picked up an assault rifle equipped with a thermal imager, and scanned the jungle ahead with a fierce gaze.

"What's the panic! We have the most robust infrared alarm network here!" he roared through gritted teeth, as if to bolster his courage. "If they dare come within fifty meters, I'll riddle them with bullets! Don't forget we still have those fifteen hostages! We'll all die together!"

Before he finished speaking, in the darkness, Liu Ming drew the "Dragon Fang" military dagger from his side.

Instead of taking the open path in front, he used the cover of night and the tree canopy to silently slide down the almost vertical cliff on the side, like a weightless nimble cat.

That was an "absolute blind spot" in the eyes of mercenaries, because it was full of sharp rocks and poisonous vines, making it impossible to find a foothold. But for Liu Ming, wherever there was a shadow, that was his main thoroughfare.

"Pfft!"

A very faint sound, like a sharp blade cutting through leather and flesh.

The mercenary standing on the far left didn't even have time to turn his head before he felt a chill on the back of his neck. Immediately afterward, a strong hand covered his mouth tightly, forcibly suppressing the scream that was about to escape his throat.

The dagger precisely pierced the cervical nerve center, killing instantly.

Liu Ming gently supported the warm corpse and laid it flat on the decaying leaves without making a sound.

From drawing the knife to killing, and then disappearing, the entire process took less than three seconds, flowing smoothly and possessing a chilling aesthetic of violence.

"Charlie? What's going on over there?" The mercenary next to him noticed that his companion seemed to have been silent for a while, so he asked in a low voice and turned his head.

However, what greeted him was not the familiar faces of his companions, but a cold light that bloomed eerily in the darkness.

"Swish!" The blade severed the throat. Blood gushed out like a fountain, scattering onto the surrounding broad leaves in the dim moonlight, making a soft "rustling" sound.

the second.

Liu Ming's figure never paused; he was like a grim reaper weaving through the cracks of time. His steps were as light as falling leaves, and with each flicker and each leap forward, a life was inevitably lost.

These outlaws, who command extremely high prices on the international black market and consider themselves elites, are as fragile as paper targets in his presence.

Their prized tactical coordination became a laughingstock in the face of Liu Ming's overwhelming individual skill. He could always evade their sight at an unbelievable angle, and then use the most primitive and effortless method to slit their throats and pierce their hearts.

The stench of blood began to permeate the small open space outside the cave.

"Fuck! Where is he? I didn't see anything!"

Finally, one of the mercenaries realized something was wrong! To his horror, he discovered that the three brothers who had been standing next to him had somehow turned into corpses lying in pools of blood!

He frantically raised his gun and started spraying bullets in all directions, screaming hysterically! "Come out! You monster! Get out here!"

"Da da da da da!"

The gunshot shattered the silence, completely revealing his location.

Liu Ming burst out from behind a thick, ancient tree like a cheetah. He didn't even try to dodge the stray bullets flying around; instead, he executed a low sliding tackle, instantly closing the distance by more than ten meters and cutting straight into the mercenary's center!

"you……"

The mercenary's eyes widened suddenly. He saw only an extremely indifferent face and eyes devoid of any human emotion.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Ming delivered a powerful uppercut with his left hand, slamming it into the man's chin. The force of the impact caused the mercenary's head to snap back, exposing his vulnerable, unguarded neck.

The "Dragon Fang" military dagger in his right hand slashed across.

"Pfft!" A perfectly fine head flew off, accompanied by a surge of hot blood!

Clean, efficient, and brutal to the extreme.

"Enemy attack! On the flank! Open fire!" The adjutant finally spotted Liu Ming and roared at the top of his lungs, raising his gun at the same time.

But a second before he fired, "Whoosh!" A jet-black claw blade shot out from another direction with a piercing sound, stabbing precisely into the adjutant's forehead!

It was a vulture! Like a true scavenger, it leaped down from a large tree and joined the one-sided slaughter.

"Boss, the outside is all cleaned up. These few pieces inside aren't even enough to fill a tooth gap."

Vulture walked to Liu Ming's side, pulled out the claw knife stuck in the adjutant's head, casually wiped the bloodstains on the corpse's clothes, and his tone revealed a sense of unfinished disappointment.

Liu Ming didn't speak; he stood amidst the pile of corpses lying haphazardly.

The once clean black tactical uniform was now stained with blood, turning a dark, rusty color. The strong stench of blood mixed with the smell of decaying leaves in the jungle stimulated the sense of smell.

He slowly turned his head. His gaze passed over the corpse on the ground, through the pale beam of the searchlight, and locked onto the only man still standing at the entrance of the cave.

The leader of the "Scorpion" mercenary group, the enemy who caused him to lose his comrades three years ago.

At this very moment, this bald, ruthless bandit, once invincible on the dark web and known as the "Jungle Butcher," was gripping a pistol tightly, his body trembling violently.

The arrogant swagger that was once so overbearing on that scarred face was gone. In its place was a deep-seated, almost devastating fear.

He looked at Liu Ming, at the man who, in less than three minutes, had slaughtered more than a dozen of his most elite brothers with a knife.

He finally understood what kind of being he had offended. This was not human; it was a killing machine in human skin.

Clang.

The gun in Scorpion's hand involuntarily fell to the ground. His legs went weak, and under the terrifying pressure, he retreated step by step.

Liu Ming looked at him. A chilling, suffocating smile curved her lips.

He walked step by step, stepping over the blood-soaked ground, toward the scorpion. With each step, the murderous intent, which seemed almost tangible, grew stronger.

"It's been three years."

Liu Ming's voice was soft, yet it struck Scorpion's heart like a heavy hammer.

"This knife of mine." "Finally, I can drink your blood."