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

At five in the morning, the dawn had not yet broken through the thick clouds in the city.

The smoke in the director's office was so thick it was almost dripping water.

Sun Dahai, the once all-powerful director of the General Affairs Department, now slumped like a dried-out lump of mud in the hardwood chair specially made by the interrogation experts.

In front of him lay a thick stack of irrefutable evidence of money laundering, which Liu Ming had personally brought back.

"name."

Liu Ming's voice was soft, yet it possessed a penetrating power capable of making one's soul tremble.

He didn't look at Sun Dahai; instead, he held a red and blue pencil in his hand and was drawing a huge and grotesque diagram of the power structure on a blank A4 sheet of paper, based on Sun Dahai's intermittent confessions.

"Besides Zhao Ruihu, who else is there?"

Sun Dahai shivered violently. He looked up at Liu Ming's face, which flickered in and out of focus under the lamplight. Behind that young, handsome, yet extremely cold face, he seemed to see a volcano slowly erupting.

"I'll talk... I'll talk..."

Sun Dahai swallowed hard, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper was being rubbed.

"It's not just the National Development and Reform Commission. There are also... the Ministry of Science and Technology, the Ministry of Commerce, and even several research institutes responsible for setting semiconductor standards. We have people in those departments as well."

"We call this circle the 'Pure Stream Society'."

Sun Dahai smiled sadly, a hint of self-mockery in his eyes.

"Sounds very sophisticated, right? But in reality, it's just an interest group made up of 'comprador experts' and 'transnational agents'."

"Their only mission is to use their academic review and project approval powers to frantically obstruct any independent research and development process that may threaten Western technological hegemony."

Liu Ming's pencil suddenly stopped, leaving a sharp mark on the paper.

……

With Sun Dahai's defenses completely collapsing and his frantic confession, a huge tumor that had been hidden deep within the backbone of Kyushu Technology for twenty years was finally exposed to the light of day for the first time.

These so-called "comprador experts" all boast impressive titles. Some are senior academicians enjoying special allowances from the State Council. Others are leading figures who have published countless papers in international academic journals.

Others are top bureaucrats in various ministries who have the power to allocate funds in the tens of billions of yuan.

To outsiders, they are the guardians of China's technology, but in the list Liu Ming obtained, they are vermin sucking blood from the very lifeline of the nation.

Their methods are extremely covert and ruthless.

Whenever a young domestic research team makes a breakthrough in the underlying architecture, they are rejected directly in the review process on the grounds that the "technical route is not mature" and "lacks international market competitiveness".

Then, they turn around and use their power to import so-called "mature solutions" packaged by Western giants at high prices.

Such solutions often come with extremely hidden technical backdoors or outdated architectural traps.

With each inflow and outflow, real money from the national treasury flowed into their overseas accounts, while the technological backbone of the Dragon Kingdom gradually bent under this "boiling frog"-like strangulation.

"They're... cutting off their lineage."

Tank, who had been standing guard at the door, was trembling with rage as he listened to those heinous acts. His fists, as big as bowls, were clenched tightly, and he wished he could rush into those people's office right now and twist their heads off.

Liu Ming didn't speak. His fingertips tapped lightly on the table, his gaze fixed on the blank circle at the very top of the structural diagram.

Behind this massive and intricate web of interests, there must be another figure who can command the utmost respect from these high-ranking officials in various ministries... a commander.

The man codenamed "Shadow".

"Boss, the list is ready."

In the headphones, Ghost Hand's voice carried a chilling aura.

"It collapsed, so it's time to rebuild."

Liu Ming stood up. He straightened his suit, which still smelled of gunpowder; the domineering aura of a "Shura" and the resolute determination of a "national hero" were perfectly blended at this moment.

"Go. Take these things and deliver them intact to 'Office No. 1'."

"I, Liu Ming, am no longer the director today."

A wild yet profound sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Today, I'm going to be... a judge."

……

Half an hour later, in the upper-level office, the red-walled office that is always shrouded in an aura of authority.

The top leader sat behind that large desk, with in front of him the "Special Report on Cleaning Up Scientific Research Comprador Groups" personally delivered by Liu Ming.

The air in the office seemed to freeze. Several leaders who usually kept a low profile were now staring at the shocking transfer records and the vast network of relationships. Their eyes burned with a fury that could burn the heavens!

"Those beasts!"

One of the leaders in charge of science and technology slammed his hand on the table, tears streaming down his face.

"We're fighting tooth and nail to break through the blockade, while these bastards are secretly bleeding our people dry! So many promising talents, so many great projects, they've ruined them all!"

The high-ranking leader didn't speak. He took off his reading glasses and carefully wiped them with a clean white handkerchief. His eyes were calm, but those who knew him well knew that this calm was the final stillness before the storm.

"Comrade Liu Ming." The leader raised his head, his gaze sharp.

"Here." Liu Ming stood at attention, her eyes resolute.

"Can you handle this matter thoroughly?"

"Yes." Liu Ming's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, but revealed a heroic spirit that faced death without fear. "As long as the authorization is in place, I guarantee that within three months, these parasites will be completely wiped out of the land of Kyushu. Even if half the sky in this city were to collapse, I can hold it back."

"it is good."

The top leader nodded heavily. He picked up the red pen and, stroke by stroke, wrote four heavy, bold characters on a pre-prepared official document.

—Operation Thunder.

"From this moment forward, the 'Special Investigation Team for Technology Security and Anti-Corruption' is hereby established, or in short, the Task Force."

The leader handed the official letter to Liu Ming, his eyes filled with the weight of entrusting the country and its people.

"You can arrest people from other departments. You can act first and report later."

"I'm giving you this 'Emperor's Sword'."

The leader stared into Liu Ming's eyes and said, word by word:

"...There's only one request."

"Sweep it clean."

"Make sure it's swept spotlessly clean!"

Liu Ming accepted the heavy authorization letter, a weighty responsibility, and also the final battle order he had been planning for three whole years.

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

Liu Ming gave a solemn military salute, then turned and strode out of the office.

The sunlight outside the corridor was bright, casting a long shadow over him.

……

An hour later.

While those comprador experts in the city were still drinking and chatting in various high-end clubs, fantasizing about how to divide up the next batch of research funds.

An internal confidential document was instantly distributed to all the powerful departments in the city at the frequency of "urgent and top secret".

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Countless black SUVs without license plates sped out from various hidden bases like tigers unleashed from their cages.

The piercing sirens, though not openly heard, were heard deep within that ancient and somber city, where a super tsunami, powerful enough to alter the fate of the nation, had already officially made landfall.

Sitting in the speeding command vehicle, Liu Ming looked at the red dots on the screen that were already counting down, and a cruel and wild smile appeared on his lips.

"Old folks."

He said it softly, his eyes as cold as knives.

"Since you like playing with fire."

"Then I'll let you... burn in the fire you started..."

"...vanished into thin air."

He picked up the walkie-talkie and issued the first order since the establishment of the task force.

"Arrest them!"

"Arrest them according to the list; arrest them one by one!"

"Anyone who dares to resist will be killed on the spot!"

That night, the city was sleepless, and the officialdom was in turmoil!

"Director Liu, what's the next step...?"

Liu Ming looked out the window at the rapidly receding red wall.

"Next, we'll pick up Deputy Director Zhao from the hospital."