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

Under the cover of escort fighters, the transport plane landed safely at a top-secret airport in the western suburbs.

As Liu Ming stepped off the gangway, the cold wind blowing in his face instantly cleared his mind, which had been somewhat muddled by the explosion. The yellowed letter he had been clutching tightly in his hand was now crumpled into a ball, but the two words on it were imprinted on his mind like a branding iron.

shadow.

A code name without a name, position, or even gender. Yet, right under the nose of Liu Ming, this newly emerged "cross-border dragon," he was able to mobilize fighter jets to carry out a decapitation strike in the country's airspace.

This energy is beyond what can be described as "reaching the heavens".

This shows that within that seemingly impregnable high-level power circle, a bloody breach had already been forcibly torn open. And those outdated security systems were like a broken sieve leaking from all sides in the face of "Shadow."

"Boss, should we give Old Lin a heads-up about this first?"

Lone Wolf leaned closer and lowered his voice.

His eyes, which always carried a hint of cynicism, were now filled with solemnity.

"They can mobilize fighter jets and accurately track our flight path. This is no ordinary mole. We might have stepped into a trap that someone has been digging for over a decade."

"I can't say."

Liu Ming rejected it without hesitation.

"Before we figure out what this old fox is all about, everyone is a suspect."

Liu Ming stuffed the wad of letter into the inside pocket of his coat, his eyes like those of a lone wolf on a polar ice field, cold and wary. "Even those around Elder Lin can't guarantee absolute cleanliness."

"Then how are we going to investigate? This city is too murky. With just a few guns, we probably won't even make a ripple," Tank complained in a muffled voice.

"If we can't investigate openly, then we'll do it covertly."

Liu Ming got into the black bulletproof Hongqi car that came to pick her up. The moment the car door closed, it completely shut out the cold wind outside.

"Ghost hands."

"I'm here, boss."

Ghost Hand, sitting in the passenger seat, immediately turned around, his fingers already resting on the specially made silver laptop keyboard.

"Activate the 'Dragon Shield' surveillance network to the highest level. I want you to take over the Sky Eye system in all the core areas of the city, with a focus on monitoring the following areas: high-rise residential compounds, the residential buildings of various ministries, and the two-kilometer radius around those top-tier private clubs. I need to know the movements of every car, every person, and even every stray cat that enters or leaves these places every day."

Liu Ming spoke very quickly, with an unquestionable sense of authoritarianism in his tone.

"besides."

He paused, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "From today onwards, apart from the dedicated line to Elder Lin, all other calls to me, even those from internal landlines, will be subject to triple reverse tracking. If anyone is secretly listening in or intercepting the signal, pinpoint their coordinates immediately."

Ghost Hand broke out in a cold sweat. This was the city! Taking over the surveillance system in the core area without authorization was a serious crime that would definitely land him in a military court if the National Security Bureau found out!

"Boss...you're trying to lay a trap in this city. What if this goes wrong..."

"If things go too far, I'll take the blame."

Liu Ming leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, but the suffocating sense of oppression did not diminish in the slightest.

"These bastards dare to bomb planes, do you expect me to preach about gentleness, kindness, respect, frugality, and humility to them? Since 'Shadow' likes to hide in the shadows and play dirty tricks, then I'll light tens of thousands of eternal lamps in the night sky over this city. Let's see how he hides then!"

……

Meanwhile, in a heavily guarded old courtyard house in the city.

The heating was on full blast, and a pot of white orchids on the mahogany desk was in full bloom, emitting a delicate fragrance.

An elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a dark gray Zhongshan suit, was slowly and methodically trimming the withered leaves of an orchid with a pair of scissors. His movements were slow and steady, exuding a composure that came with the passage of time.

"Click."

A withered leaf fell into the purple clay pot.

"The big boss."

A middle-aged man stood respectfully at the study door, his voice extremely low, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility. "The operation... failed. The two Falcon Squadron planes were intercepted by National Security's stealth fighters over international waters and failed to shoot down the target."

The old man paused slightly as he trimmed the flowers and leaves.

But it was only for a moment.

"As expected."

The old man's voice was somewhat hoarse, but extremely steady, revealing no emotional fluctuation. "If Liu Jianguo's son could be killed so easily, then he doesn't deserve to be in his current position, much less deserve to be protected by that old bastard Lin Zhentian."

"So... what do we do next? He survived this ordeal, he'll definitely investigate thoroughly, what if..."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the middle-aged man's forehead.

"What's the panic?"

The old man put down the scissors, picked up a clean white towel to wipe his hands, and turned to sit back in the armchair.

"He's investigating? What can he possibly use to investigate? Those who knew about that incident back then are practically dead. Even if he has some clues, what kind of trouble can a mere kid like him cause on this city's chessboard?"

The old man's lips curled into a kind yet chilling smile.

"However, now that this little tiger has started biting people, we can't just keep flying around in the sky all the time. Making too much noise will attract gossip."

"go."

The old man picked up his teacup and gently blew on the floating leaves.

"Notify the Dark Web. Increase the bounty tenfold. Tell those rats hiding in the sewers."

"Whoever can bring Liu Ming's head to me, I'll give them money."

"I can also guarantee him a lifetime of wealth and honor across this land of Kyushu."

……

three days later.

Early winter in the city brought its first heavy snowfall.

The entire city was enveloped in a blanket of white, appearing exceptionally peaceful and serene.

But beneath this peaceful facade, a storm of assassinations, colder and more chilling than the snowstorm, has quietly arrived.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

Moreover, a tenfold bounty on the dark web would be enough to drive the world's top professional assassins mad.

In the underground command center of the Dragon Shield Security Base, the red alarm has sounded five times in three days.

"Boss, three more groups of unidentified armed men have entered the country using false identities. Their target is very clear: they're all after you."

Ghost Hand stared at the constantly flashing red dots on the screen, his face turning pale.

This was no ordinary assassination; it was practically a localized war targeting an individual.

"Good timing."

Liu Ming stared at the screen, her eyes showing no fear, but rather burning with two cold, eerie flames.

"I'm not afraid of them coming, I'm afraid they won't come. If Shadow wants to use someone else to do his dirty work, then I'll use these tools to trace the clues back to the source and dismantle his web bit by bit."

Liu Ming stood up, took the jet-black "Dragon Fang" military dagger from the equipment rack, and gently rubbed the cold blade with his thumb.

"Pass the word down."

"Starting today, the entire 'Dragon Shield' team is on high alert. Any suspicious individuals approaching the courtyard house or the National Development and Reform Commission building will be subject to immediate action."

Liu Ming's voice echoed in the command center, carrying a strong smell of blood.

"No need to ask for permission."

"Kill on the spot."

A more perilous undercover operation than ever before unfolds in this ancient and somber city, amidst the swirling snow.

Slowly, the blood-soaked curtain was drawn back.