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

The wind and snow on the overpass were getting heavier.

The assassin leader closed his eyes in despair. He heard the sound of bones breaking, but the sound did not come from Liu Ming; it came from his few remaining men who were still putting up a last-ditch resistance.

The special operations team of Dragon Shield were like a group of silent machines. There were no slogans or shouts, only crisp and efficient tactical coordination. They dislocated joints, broke calves, and even used riot shields to knock unconscious the killers who tried to resist.

The entire process took less than thirty seconds. This top-tier assassin team, which commanded hundreds of millions of dollars on the dark web, was completely reduced to a pile of crippled people who could only groan in pain.

"Boss."

Lone Wolf walked over, carrying a black communicator with a special coating, which he had found in the assassin leader's tactical vest.

"These guys are pretty cautious. They're using Aegis's proprietary frequency-hopping encrypted channel. They should have already sent a confirmation code to headquarters confirming the target's death when the explosion happened."

Liu Ming sat in the spacious back seat of the George Patton and took the communicator.

He had changed out of his soaking wet white shirt and was now wearing a black tactical jacket. The car's heater was on full blast, but the chill in his eyes was even colder than the wind and snow outside.

"Are you sure I'm dead?" Liu Ming looked at the flashing red light on the communicator, a bloodthirsty smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Then let them be happy for a while longer."

He tossed the communicator to Ghost Hand, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Ghost Hand. It's yours now." "Since they've even set up the passage for us, wouldn't it make us Chinese seem incredibly impolite not to go back and return the favor?"

"Alright, boss!"

Ghost Hand rubbed his hands together excitedly and immediately connected the communicator to his silver, military-grade laptop. For a top-tier hacker...

The most satisfying thing was that someone proactively handed him the "key" to a top-secret database.

"These foreign devils think this 'quantum chaos' encryption algorithm is invincible." Ghost Hand's fingers blurred across the keyboard, and the green code on the screen refreshed like a waterfall.

"To others, this is an impregnable fortress, but to me, it's just a leaky sieve!"

"Breaking through the first layer of physical isolation... Done."

"Bypassing the dynamic password firewall... Done." "Accessing the underlying data core..."

Ghost Hand abruptly stopped, pushed up his glasses, and his eyes flashed with an extremely fanatical light.

"Boss! We've caught a big fish!"

He abruptly pressed the Enter key, turning the computer screen towards Liu Ming in the back seat.

On the screen appeared an extremely complex, spiderweb-like map of global capital flows and strategic deployment nodes. And in the very center of this network, a striking red dot flashed.

—Coordinates: An island in the high seas of the Pacific Ocean —Code name: "Aegis" global operations command center.

Moreover, next to that red dot was an extremely detailed plan outlining how the M Group would cooperate with "Aegis" to impose technological blockades and commercial sanctions on China globally over the next three months!

Even the assassination deposit that Thomas, the president of the M Group, secretly paid to "Scythe of Death" was clearly listed on it!

"So that's how it is."

Looking at the shocking data on the screen, Liu Ming instantly connected all the clues.

Thomas, that idiot, thought he could hire a killer without anyone noticing. Little did he know, the so-called number one assassin organization on the dark web was actually just a lackey kept by "Aegis"!

They not only wanted to kill Liu Ming, but also wanted to use this assassination to completely cut off the research and development process of the "Dragon Abyss" chip in the Dragon Kingdom, so as to preserve their collapsing technological hegemony.

"Boss, these bastards are still waiting for confirmation from over there. Should I just burn their servers down?" Ghost Hand was eager to try.

"Server overload?"

Liu Ming shook her head, a chilling madness flashing in her deep eyes. "That's too easy on them."

"Since they want to crush us with capital and technology..."

"Then we'll use what they're most proud of to utterly crush them."

Liu Ming picked up her phone and dialed Nangong Yao's number.

The moment the call connected,

"Liu Ming! Are you alright? I just saw the news that on the overpass..." Nangong Yao's voice was trembling with tears on the other end of the phone, clearly terrified.

"I'm fine."

Liu Ming's voice became gentler than ever before, yet it carried an overwhelming power.

"Yaoyao, listen to me." "Give us all the mass production data we have on the 'Dragon Abyss' chips, as well as the evidence chain of collusion between the M Group and 'Aegis' that Ghost Hand just intercepted."

"all"

"Pack it up and send it to Wall Street."

"I want to see this stuff on the front page of all major financial media outlets worldwide within ten minutes!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then Nangong Yao's domineering aura as a business tycoon instantly returned.

"clear"

"In ten minutes, I will make M Group's market value vanish into thin air this morning."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Ming leaned back in her seat and looked out the car window at the still-falling snow.

"Old Chen, drive!"

"Let's go to the airport."

"Director, aren't we going back to the ministry?" Old Chen asked, somewhat surprised.

Liu Ming did not answer. He looked at the endless darkness ahead, and the black tactical jacket he was wearing seemed to exude a suffocating bloody smell in the dim light.

"The matters concerning the ministries have been completed."

"Next," "it's 'Shura's' turn to work."

In Liu Ming's eyes, murderous intent surged, almost tangible!

"It is impolite not to reciprocate."

"Since they've extended their reach to the capital..."

"Then I'll go to international waters myself."

"Chop off their hands, along with their lair..."