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

In the city, at midnight.

As the last rays of the setting sun sank into the west, the ancient city did not fall asleep as usual. Instead, in the deathly darkness, a chilling and desolate atmosphere permeated the air.

The rain started again, the fine rain carrying the chill of early winter, silently pattering on the cold glass curtain wall of the National Development and Reform Commission building, like countless transparent venomous snakes slowly crawling.

Liu Ming sat in the back of the command vehicle.

Three huge monitors sat before him, their green light reflecting off his pale face, made up of days and nights of working late. He held a chipped enamel mug in his hand, and in the rising steam, his eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a black hole that swallowed everything.

"Boss, the first phase of Operation Thunder is ready."

The voice of Ghost Hand, trembling with excitement, came through the headset.

"All 68 coordinates in the city have been locked. The three echelons of Dragon Shield Security have entered standby positions, and the four assault teams from the National Security Bureau have taken over the communication nodes. As long as you give the order, the sky over this city will be completely cleared tonight."

Liu Ming took a sip of the scalding hot, aged tea. The bitterness exploded on his tongue, putting every cell in his body into a morbidly lucid state.

"As planned, close in."

Liu Ming's voice was soft, yet it carried an unquestionable, absolute coldness, as if she controlled life and death.

As those two words fell, countless long-lurking torrents of steel in the darkness of the entire city instantly unleashed their destructive power.

……

A private airport located on the outskirts of the city.

Because of its proximity to the mountains, the night here is exceptionally dark. At the end of the runway, a Gulfstream G650, with its engines already running and emitting a deep roar, quietly awaits takeoff clearance.

Three black Hongqi sedans sped up. The doors opened, and several middle-aged men with panicked expressions stepped out. They clutched black, secure briefcases tightly in their hands, their eyes darting around as if countless demons were chasing them.

"Hurry! Move faster!"

The leader was none other than Director Wang from a certain ministry, a key member of the "Qingliu Society" mentioned by Sun Dahai. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, his voice sharp and urgent, "Once the plane enters international waters, we'll be safe! That idiot Zhao Ruihu is already ruined; we can't go down with him!"

"Director Wang, have you brought everything?" a greasy-faced businessman asked in a trembling voice.

"Everything's here! All the original experimental data, and the key to that overseas trust, are all in the box."

Director Wang gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with a desperate, frantic madness. "With these, we can still be superior to others abroad!"

They hurried toward the gangway. Just as they stepped onto the first step...

"boom--!"

Two beams of bright searchlight, as bright as day, suddenly appeared and shone down from the high ground on both sides of the airport, instantly illuminating the entire tarmac in every detail!

"Don't move! We are from the Ministry of State Security! You are surrounded!"

A majestic broadcast boomed through the night sky.

Immediately afterward, a violent tremor resounded from the ground. A jet-black, angular, heavy-duty George Patton, like an ancient beast, crashed through the airport's side door, its unstoppable momentum carrying it to a standstill in front of the plane!

"Fuck! Fire! Fire now!" The bodyguards around Director Wang were all foreign mercenaries hired at great expense. They yelled and pulled out automatic weapons, unleashing a barrage of fire at the steel behemoth.

"Clang! Clang!" The bullets struck George Patton's thick armor, leaving not a single white mark except for a string of sparks.

"The boss said we have to bring these few pieces of material back alive."

George Patton's hatch opened, and the tank's terrifying two-meter-tall frame emerged. He wasn't even wearing a bulletproof vest, just a black tactical vest over his bare chest, and carrying a solid black steel rod in his hand.

Behind him, Lone Wolf appeared silently above the wing of the plane like a ghost, his sniper crossbow already locked onto the forehead of each shooter.

"Tank, hurry up, I haven't had my midnight snack yet," Lone Wolf urged coldly in the channel.

"Alright!" Tank grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. He took a large stride, each step landing heavily on the concrete, as if the pulse of the earth itself was trembling.

Tank didn't even blink at the mercenaries firing wildly. He suddenly swung his hand, and the steel rod in his hand, weighing dozens of kilograms, smashed directly into the chest of a mercenary with a terrifying whooshing sound!

"Crack!" The sound of his sternum shattering was exceptionally clear on the silent tarmac. The mercenary didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying ten meters away like a rag doll, crashing heavily into the fuselage.

The remaining mercenaries were completely terrified by this terrifying strength. This wasn't a human! This was a human tank!

In less than a minute, the so-called "elite team" that Director Wang had hired at great expense had all turned into writhing, groaning pieces of rotten flesh on the ground.

"Director Wang, why are you in such a hurry to go abroad? Where are you going to support overseas construction?" Liu Ming's voice slowly spread throughout the airport through the broadcast system of the command vehicle.

Director Wang slumped on the gangway, watching the tank emerge from the darkness step by step, and then at the three armed helicopters that had somehow surrounded them in the sky.

The secure box containing state secrets slipped from his hand and slammed to the ground with a dull thud. He knew it was over. His wealth and glory, his comprador career, and the vast interest group behind him—all gone.

At this moment, it came to a complete end.

……

Meanwhile, in the western part of the city, inside a private mansion filled with the style of the Republic of China era.

This place was originally a private gathering place for several "old masters" of top scientific research institutions. At this moment, several scholars with gray hair, who are usually respected by thousands, are sitting around the fireplace with gloomy expressions.

He was slowly and methodically trimming a cigar with a pair of solid gold scissors, his expression completely calm.

"What's there to be afraid of?" The old man's voice was hoarse but calm. "That junior Liu Ming is nothing more than a knife in Chu Tiankuo's hand. The knife may be fast, but as long as the rules of this city are still in place, he can't cut down us elders."

"But Sun Dahai and Deputy Director Wang have already..."

"They were just two idiots, so what if they're gone?"

He exhaled a puff of smoke. "I've already made the arrangements. At 3 AM tonight, all the transfer data and original agreements will 'legally' disappear from the internal network. With no evidence against us, what can he do to me?"

Before he could finish speaking, the fireplace in front of him, which was burning fiercely, suddenly shook strangely.

Immediately afterwards, all the lights in the room went out, and the private bodyguards, who should have been on high alert 24/7, didn't make a sound outside the door.

"Who?" He stood up abruptly, dropping the cigar in his hand to the ground.

In the darkness, the rhythmic sound of leather shoes tapping on the wooden floor came from within. "Tap. Tap. Tap."

Each strike felt like stepping on the pulse of these people.

"Old Qian, those 'rules' you just mentioned sound quite novel to me." Liu Ming's voice drifted from the darkness, carrying a chillingly playful tone.

"Could you explain to me what 'dead men tell no tales' means?"

"Snap!" The sound of a lighter being lit.

Liu Ming's young yet cold face flickered in the dim firelight. He casually toyed with the encrypted lighter he had brought back from Moza's lair, his eyes gleaming with a hunter's glint.

"Liu... Liu Ming?" Several professors were so startled they almost fell off their chairs.

"Old Qian, I have a cup of aged tea that's been stored for ten years," Liu Ming said, leaning closer to the old man. In his eyes, which were filled with terror and disbelief, was reflected an extreme ferocity.

"That's why I waited until today, just to wait for you."

The old man opened his mouth, only to find that his prized eloquence was rendered useless in front of the young man who reeked of blood.

He saw the specially made terminal on Liu Ming's wrist.

The video above is playing in real time. All his secret ledgers, which he is so proud of and which are stored on an overseas server, are being downloaded by Ghost Hand in an extremely brutal way, folder by folder...

The chain of evidence has collapsed, and his escape route has been cut off.

That night, the rain poured down in the city, washing away the filth and grime hidden in the darkness.

As one core member after another was escorted into a black Hongqi sedan, the comprador group that once thought it could control the future of Kyushu Technology and manipulate the flow of billions of dollars in wealth was brought to an end.

In that ancient and heavy night, it was utterly and completely annihilated.

Liu Ming stood at the entrance of the mansion, watching those once unapproachable "masters" being taken away, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned to look at the tank and the lone wolf behind him, his eyes regaining their firmness and wildness.

"This is just the first rain."

Liu Ming looked at the sky torn apart by lightning in the north, her tone as cold as a knife.

"Director, the person behind Lao Qian..." "No matter who it is," Liu Ming stubbed out his cigarette, "as long as he makes a move, I dare to chop him up."

"Let's go," "Let's go pick up Deputy Director Zhao from prison."