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

"Splash—!"

In North America, on the top floor of the M Group headquarters building, in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, Thomas, like a raging bear, smashed the bottle of Romanée-Conti worth tens of thousands of dollars in his hand against the opposite wall.

The crimson wine flowed down the white wall like blood, but this still could not quell the raging fury in his heart, which was like a volcanic eruption.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Thomas ripped off his tie, his expensive suit jacket already thrown on the floor. He pointed at the row of executives and technical experts standing silently before his desk, his roar almost lifting the roof off the building.

"Can anyone tell me? Why did that damned Chinese not only fail to yield to our sanctions, but also manage to produce this damn chip in just three months?"

"Didn't you say that two-dimensional carbon-based architectures only exist in theory? Didn't you say that it would take them at least ten years to break through the physical limits of light refraction?"

He suddenly grabbed the urgent battle report that had just been faxed from Wall Street from the table and slammed it hard into the technical director's face.

"Look at this report! Power consumption is 20% lower than our 'Titan'! Yet computing power is 15% higher!"

"They not only broke through, they fucking completely crushed us technically!"

The technical director was deathly pale, not even daring to wipe the paper scratches from his face. His voice trembled as he pleaded, "Mr. President, this...this simply doesn't make scientific sense. Liu Ming and his team must have stolen confidential data that's still in the lab..."

"Shut up!"

Thomas laughed in a fit of rage, his laughter tinged with a deep despair.

"Stealing? They're applying for patents that are all globally exclusive! They bypassed our patent pool, which we've been building for twenty years, and forged a completely new path!"

Do you know what this means?

Thomas slumped into the boss's chair, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He stared at the stock market chart on the wall, which was flashing a ghastly green. In just a few hours since the press conference ended, M Group's stock price had plummeted by 30%! Nearly $100 billion in market value had evaporated!

Even more frightening is that European and Asian customers who had already signed purchase agreements with them called to suspend the contracts after seeing the terrifying performance data of "Longyuan," and were even willing to pay penalties to reassess their purchase plans.

This is an avalanche, an avalanche powerful enough to bury M Group, this technological giant, completely.

"Our once-proud technological barriers have become a huge joke," Thomas muttered to himself. "The board has given me an ultimatum. If I can't resolve this problem, I'll have to jump off this building to atone for it."

The entire office was deathly silent.

All the executives bowed their heads. Faced with an absolute technological gap, their prized business tactics and unfair terms became worthless. That Eastern man named Liu Ming, with his hardest fist, shattered their lofty throne.

"President, what should we do now? How about... we try to restart negotiations with the Chinese side? Or we could also..." the public relations manager tentatively suggested.

"Negotiation?" Thomas's eyes suddenly turned cold and vicious, like a venomous snake driven to the brink of despair.

"That's something only politicians do. In the world of capitalism, what you can't have, you have to destroy!"

He waved his hand, dismissing all the executives from the office.

When he was alone in the room, Thomas took out a black, encrypted phone without any markings from the deepest part of the safe.

He took a deep breath and dialed a dark web number known only to a very small number of top elites.

The call connected, and a processed, synthesized voice came through.

"This is 'The Reaper's Scythe.' Mr. Thomas, how may I help you?"

"I want to buy someone's life."

Thomas gritted his teeth, each word sounding like a curse crawling out of hell.

"Target: Liu Ming, the chief commander of the Dragon Nation's 'Loongson Project'."

"Name your price."

"I want him dead. By any means necessary, no matter how many people die. I want this so-called 'national hero' to disappear from this world forever!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Order accepted. Deposit of one hundred million US dollars, with nine hundred million to be paid upon completion." "Get the money ready, Mr. Thomas."

"Beep." The call ended.

Thomas looked out the window at the dazzling New York night view, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Liu Ming, you are a genius, but unfortunately, geniuses often don't live long."

"Go to hell and make your chips."

……

Meanwhile, in the banquet hall of the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top in the capital.

Liu Ming was in an extremely awkward situation that made his scalp tingle even more than being assassinated.

He looked at Lin Xiaoxiao, who stood at the door with a murderous aura, then at Xi Wanqing, who was expressionless but whose eyes were enough to kill, and finally glanced at Nangong Yao, who was still clinging to his neck with a defiant look.

He really felt that he would rather fight those foreign agents again.

"Um... Xiaoxiao, Wanqing, let me explain."

Liu Ming quickly pried Nangong Yao's hands off, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. "That was...that was President Nangong's way of celebrating the project's success...a Western custom. Yes, a custom!"

"Bullshit!" Lin Xiaoxiao strode over, grabbed Liu Ming by the collar, and interrogated him like a prisoner. "Does Western etiquette include sticking out your tongue? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?!"

"Pfft." One of the big shots around, who had been listening intently to the gossip, couldn't help but spit out his drink.

Liu Ming blushed, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

Xi Wanqing also came over. Unlike Lin Xiaoxiao, she didn't make a scene; she just quietly looked at Liu Ming. The resentment and grievance in her eyes were sharper than a knife.

"Liu Ming, what did you promise me?" Xi Wanqing's voice was soft, but every word was piercing.

"I..." Liu Ming was speechless.

Just as this chaotic scene was about to erupt into full force, at the critical moment...

The dedicated cell phone in Liu Ming's pocket suddenly started vibrating wildly! The frequency of the vibration was the highest level of emergency alert!

Liu Mingru was granted a pardon!

He answered the phone almost as if he were grabbing it, his expression instantly turning extremely serious.

"Hello? This is Liu Ming. What? Something happened?" "Okay, I understand, I'm coming right away!"

He hung up the phone, looked at the three "valkyries" in front of him who could erupt at any moment, took a deep breath, and adopted a righteous and awe-inspiring posture.

"Xiaoxiao, Wanqing, Yaoyao. I know you have a lot to say, but I don't have time to explain now." "There's an urgent military situation at the border. I have to go there immediately."

After saying that, he didn't give the three women any chance to react. He turned around and ran away. His speed and agility were even faster than when he dodged heavy machine gun fire in the rainforest back then!

"Liu Ming! You big liar! Stop right there!" Lin Xiaoxiao stomped her feet angrily from behind.

Ignoring everything, Liu Ming ran all the way to the underground parking garage and jumped into the Audi that Old Chen had already started.

"Quick! Old Chen! Drive! Let's go!" Liu Ming urged, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Director, where to?" Old Chen stepped on the gas, and the car sped off.

"I'll go anywhere, as long as I get out of this awful place first!" Liu Ming leaned back in her chair, feeling like her head was about to explode.

This is fucking awful! This isn't the bliss of having multiple wives; it's a living hell!

He would rather fight hand-to-hand with those vicious mercenaries than face that suffocating scene again.

However, just as Liu Ming's Audi drove out of the underground parking garage of the Cloud Top Palace and merged into the endless stream of cars in the capital.

On the rooftop of a high-rise building a few hundred meters away, a foreign man dressed in a black bodysuit and carrying a specially made heavy sniper rifle was intently focused on the back seat of Liu Ming's car through a high-powered night vision scope.

"The target has been spotted."

A chilling murderous glint appeared at the corner of the man's mouth.

"The hunt begins."