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

The evidence has become a dead end.

In the most central office of the Dragon Kingdom's top management, the atmosphere was so heavy that even the air seemed to have stopped moving.

The high-ranking leader, wearing reading glasses, slowly traced the pages of thick files with his fingers. The sound of each page turning was chillingly loud in the deathly silent room.

Inside were all the secrets that Ghost Hand had violently dismantled from the overseas "Aegis" server.

The flow of funds, top-secret emails, and the list of offshore trusts that could completely upend the political landscape of Kyushu.

Everything points to the same name.

"Snapped!"

The high-ranking leader took off his glasses and slammed them heavily on the table. He looked up, and in his eyes, which had seen the vicissitudes of life, burned a fury powerful enough to incinerate the heavens, and an extreme sorrow at being betrayed by his closest comrades.

"Twenty years."

The leader's voice was hoarse and trembling, "We're the ones taking the bullets in front, and he's counting the money in the back."

"He's betraying the backbone of this land!"

Liu Ming stood before his desk, his posture as upright as a pine tree. He didn't speak, but the killing intent in his deep black eyes had already solidified into a tangible form.

"Xiao Liu, go ahead."

With trembling hands, the leader retrieved a pre-signed red seal from his briefcase. It was a final arrest warrant, representing the will of China and leaving no room for negotiation.

"Find out that rat hiding behind your back."

"No matter who it is."

"Kill without mercy!"

……

late at night.

In the city, Highway 1 was completely blocked.

There were no sirens, no red lights.

Hundreds of off-road vehicles painted in a special dark black camouflage, like a ghost convoy emerging from hell, silently passed through the long street in the thick fog.

The elite of Longdun Security led the way, followed by the National Security Assault Team.

Even the special operations brigade led by Lin Xiaoxiao had already taken over all the air defense radars three kilometers away.

This was an unprecedented "thunderous purge" targeting the power elite in the history of the Dragon Kingdom.

The convoy stopped outside Building 9 of the Central Staff Quarters.

This is the quietest and most majestic place in the city. The green bricks and red tiles, and the ivy climbing them, appear somewhat withered in the late autumn night.

"Boss, the signal has been blocked."

Inside the command vehicle, Ghost Hand spoke in a very low voice, "Within a radius of five kilometers, not even an electronic fly can escape."

"Let's do it."

Liu Ming uttered two words, as cold and ruthless as a judge's vermilion pen.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There were no shouts or warnings.

The SWAT officers used hydraulic shears to violently dismantle the heavy, black-lacquered wooden door.

Dozens of fully armed soldiers, wearing night vision goggles, rushed into the courtyard like shadows. Their footsteps made a series of low, muffled thuds on the blue brick ground, like the approaching footsteps of death.

Liu Ming walked at the very front.

He held the "Dragon Fang" military dagger in his hand, his trench coat fluttering in the night wind.

He walked through the corridor, through the jasmine garden that had once warmed him but now disgusted him.

……

At this moment, in the backyard of Building 9.

The moonlight was dim and pale.

Mr. Qian was wearing a plain cotton home dress. He was holding a spray bottle and slowly spraying water onto several blooming chrysanthemums.

His movements were light, and his expression was focused, as if he were still the same sage on television and on the podium, concerned about the country and its people, and incorruptible.

"Mr. Qian, these flowers are blooming beautifully."

A voice came out from the shadows without warning.

Mr. Qian's body stiffened abruptly.

The fine mist from the spray bottle traced a broken arc in the moonlight.

He didn't turn around, but his hands, which were holding the watering can, began to tremble uncontrollably for a moment.

"Xiao Ming."

The old man's voice remained steady, yet it carried a hoarseness born of utter despair.

"I knew you would come."

"But I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly."

Liu Ming slowly emerged from the darkness, standing opposite Qian Lao, his feet resting on the withered leaves.

"Twenty-eight years ago."

As Liu Ming watched the old man's retreating figure, his calm voice sent chills down the spines of the surrounding special police officers.

"My father, Liu Jianguo, also delivered a basket of apples from our hometown to you in this very courtyard."

"At that time, he regarded you as his teacher and the only hope for Jiangnan Province."

Liu Ming took a step forward, her eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"What was he thinking when he jumped from the rooftop?"

"When Sun Zhiqiang was choking him, did he ever think that the person who gave the order was his most respected teacher?"

"Clang!"

A crisp metallic clang.

The silver watering can in Mr. Qian's hand fell heavily onto the stone floor.

Water spilled all over the ground, wetting his cloth shoes.

He slowly turned around, looking at Liu Ming in front of him, at the young man who reeked of blood and had eyes like a dragon.

In those once kind eyes, the last pretense finally melted away completely, like ice meeting a raging fire.

All that remained was that deep-seated, despairing greed and decadence.

"Liu Jianguo... he's too stubborn."

Old Qian gave a bitter laugh, the wrinkles on his face appearing particularly ferocious in the moonlight.

"This world is inherently black and white."

"He insists on drawing a red line between black and white. Then he must die."

"Then today."

Liu Ming raised the "Emperor's Decree" in his hand, his voice as cold as unyielding ice.

"I'll use this red thread to send your whole family on their way."

Looking at the official document in Liu Ming's hand and the countless cold gun barrels around the courtyard, Old Qian knew that it was his shadow empire that had controlled the entire country for twenty years.

At this moment, it completely fell apart.

He slumped onto the stone bench, gazing at the waning moon in the sky, and muttered to himself:

"So, it turns out, the sky really can be pierced..."

"Arrest them!"

Liu Ming gave the order.

A massive earthquake is about to strike the city that night!

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

Liu Ming sheathed his military dagger, his eyes as cold as knives.

"Next step."

"Investigate all of his overseas accounts."

"I'll make sure these compradors don't even get a single penny into their coffins!"