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

The flames were raging.

The suffocating vacuum effect of the miniature thermobaric bomb almost instantly drained all the oxygen from that fortress of evil.

But on the edge of that charred and collapsed ruin, a few remnants of the drug lord's gang, hardened by their fate, were still clinging to life. Among them was a fat man wearing a bulletproof vest, his face covered in blood, who was none other than Moza, one of the three major warlords of the Golden Triangle.

He didn't die at the center of the explosion, or rather, he used his bodyguards as human cushions to escape.

"Help me... pull me up..."

Moza's leg was stuck in a piece of steel bar, and he struggled in the mud like a fat maggot, looking at the black figure leaping off the cliff with a look of horror.

Liu Ming stepped on the still-burning gravel and walked step by step toward Moza.

He wasn't carrying a gun; all he held in his hand was the "Dragon Fang" military dagger, stained with countless drops of blood.

"Don't kill me! I have money! I have tons of money! Hundreds of millions of dollars! It's all yours!"

Moza stared at those emotionless eyes, terrified. He frantically reached into the lining of his bulletproof vest and pulled out a leather codebook soaked in blood.

"Here are all my offshore accounts and transaction records! I'll give them to you! Please spare my life!"

Liu Ming stopped in her tracks.

He lowered his head and looked at the blood-stained ledger, on which the code names of several foreign forces could be vaguely seen, and even the financial records of some comprador capital in China.

This is a good thing. It's enough to send all those deeply hidden traitors in the capital to the guillotine.

Liu Ming reached out and took the ledger, then casually stuffed it into the pocket of his tactical vest.

"I'll take the money and the account books."

Looking at the flame of hope burning in Moza's eyes, Liu Ming's lips curled into a cruel, cold smile.

"But I will take your life as well."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Ming flicked his wrist, and the "Dragon Fang" military dagger transformed into a streak of dark blue lightning.

"Pfft!"

With a chilling sound of a blade slicing through bone, Moza's obese head, with an expression of utter shock and despair, shot into the air amidst gushing blood, before rolling erratically onto the muddy, scorched earth.

One stroke and he was beheaded.

Clean and neat.

Liu Ming looked at the headless corpse and wiped the blood-stained military knife on the other person's clothes.

"Cheetah, we've avenged you." Liu Ming murmured, the pent-up rage in his eyes finally bursting forth at this moment.

"Boss! Found it!"

The excited roar of the tanks came through the communication channel.

"Those fifteen experts were locked up in a secret water dungeon in the back mountains by those bastards! They were a bit frightened, but none of them were injured! Not a single one is missing!"

"Alright!" Liu Ming's spirits lifted. "Lead them to safety immediately! Meet them at the designated coordinates in fifteen minutes!"

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Border line, edge of area 72.

The sky was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Fifteen experts from the Dragon Kingdom, dressed in tattered research uniforms, stumbled out of the deadly jungle, escorted by the Dragon Fang Squad.

Among them were elderly academicians with white hair and young doctoral students. The torture they had endured these past few days at the hands of drug lords and mercenaries had brought them to the brink of collapse.

When they saw the familiar boundary marker ahead, the border troops standing guard behind it, and the WZ-10 attack helicopters bearing the August 1st Army emblem circling in the sky...

These intellectuals, who usually only know how to deal with data in the laboratory, could no longer control their emotions.

"Thump!" The over-seventy-year-old academician who was in charge of the core research on superconducting mineral veins in the country collapsed to his knees and knelt heavily on the land that belonged to the Dragon Kingdom.

He clutched the dew-covered earth in his hands, tears streaming down his face.

"We're back...we're really back alive..."

The other experts also knelt down and wept loudly. It was a feeling of relief at surviving a disaster, and even more so, a deep gratitude to the country for never abandoning them.

Company Commander Zhao Gang and his border guards, their eyes red with tears, came to greet them.

"Boss! We're here to take you home!"

Just then.

The experts suddenly looked up and looked behind them.

In the dawn's light, the man, clad in black tactical armor, covered in blood, who had just single-handedly wiped out an entire overseas drug lord's hideout, slowly walked towards them.

Liu Ming took off his tactical helmet.

His cold, stern face was covered in gunpowder and blood, but his eyes were unusually clear.

He walked up to the old academician, said nothing, but carefully took out a neatly folded, bright red five-star flag from his chest.

That was a flag that Old Lin personally handed to him before he set off.

Liu Ming unfurled the red flag and solemnly draped it over the old academician's trembling shoulders. Then, he pressed his right hand tightly against his chest, where his heart beats.

"Everyone."

As Liu Ming looked at these national treasure-level scientists, his voice, though hoarse, resonated like a great bell in the valley at dawn.

"No matter where you are, no matter how vicious the enemy is."

"As long as you are Chinese citizens."

"I will take you home."