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

High-rise residential compound in Beijing.

Building No. 9, a red brick building that once symbolized integrity and dignity, now appeared somewhat pale and precarious under the direct beams of countless powerful searchlights.

"Liu Ming! How dare you!"

Old Qian slumped on the stone bench. Although his face was pale, his eyes, which had been immersed in the power arena for half a century, still exuded a chilling majesty.

He stared intently at Liu Ming, his chest heaving violently with extreme anger and fear, like a bellows pulled to its limit.

"While I was holding down the fort here in the capital, you were probably still playing in the mud somewhere!"

"I am a hero of Kyushu! I have shed blood for this land! I have contributed to the central government!"

The old man slammed his hand on the stone table, making the teaware on it clang. He pointed at Liu Ming's nose and let out his last, most stern roar.

"Based on a mere fabricated confession, you dare to bring people into my home? You dare to lay a hand on me, a veteran of three reigns?"

"Who gave you that authority?"

"Lin Zhentian? Or Chu Tiankuo?"

"Let them come and talk to me themselves! You're just a greenhorn, you're not qualified to interrogate me here!"

……

The surrounding National Security SWAT team members and Central Commission for Discipline Inspection commissioners were all stunned by this overwhelming official aura.

This is, after all, Qian Xuesen, a man whose name is written in textbooks, a man whose mere glance can send shivers down the spines of local officials.

Faced with that aura that has accumulated over the years, even the souls of ordinary people will involuntarily tremble.

However, Liu Ming smiled.

Instead of retreating, he took another step forward, crushing the broken branch that Old Qian had just trimmed.

"Qualifications?"

Liu Ming lowered her head slightly, her cold, demonic eyes fixed on Old Qian.

"Mr. Qian, if you want to talk about seniority, then let's talk about my father, Liu Jianguo."

"Back when he was at the Provincial Development and Reform Commission, he worked diligently. To prevent the outflow of the country's mineral resources, he didn't go home for three whole months. Back then, he called you 'teacher,' right?"

"And the result?"

Liu Ming's voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap tearing through the night.

"For that blood-stained 'Cedar Fund' in a Swiss bank, for your spendthrift grandson who gambled away a billion dollars overseas, you personally sold his life!"

"You not only sold his life, you also sold the technological future of Kyushu!"

"Your qualifications are built upon the bones of countless loyal ministers like my father!"

"You dare talk to me about your achievements?"

……

"You...you..."

Like a duck with its neck caught in its throat, all of Qian Lao's explanations and authority collapsed instantly in the face of Liu Ming's bloody accusations.

"Evidence! You have no evidence!"

The old man was still struggling in his death throes, his withered fingers flailing wildly in the air. "Sun Zhiqiang is dead! There's no way he can testify! You can't produce any evidence; this is a frame-up!"

"evidence?"

Liu Ming sneered and pulled out the tablet computer that had been specially treated by Ghost Hand from his pocket.

Without saying a word, he pressed the play button.

What appeared on the big screen was not a file.

Instead, she was a well-dressed woman who appeared timid and hesitant due to extreme fear.

Lin Meina.

That mistress, who was Luo Binwang's most beloved during his lifetime, also held the last key to all the overseas funds flowing through "Shadow".

"...It's Professor Qian."

In the video, Lin Meina was crying with tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling violently.

"Every time Luo Binwang received money, he would deposit 60% of it into that account codenamed 'Shadow.' I personally watched Secretary Sun collect the fingerprints of the account holder..."

"Furthermore, the gag order for that mining accident ten years ago was also personally issued by Mr. Qian over the phone. He said that for the sake of stability in the entire province, even if that well were to be filled in, not a single word of the truth could be revealed..."

As Lin Meina confessed, word by word.

In an instant, Mr. Qian's once ruddy face turned completely ashen.

That kind of gray is the despair that only the dead possess.

"It's not over yet."

Liu Ming swiped the screen and brought up a set of real-time monitoring images.

That was the headquarters of a Swiss bank. Several agents in black suits, holding a seizure order issued by the senior council in cooperation with Interpol, were violently dismantling a safe marked "Cedar" in front of the manager.

The safe door popped open.

Inside were stacks of perfectly preserved original blueprints of Kyushu's core high-tech technologies, as well as secret agreements personally signed by Qian Xuesen, transferring mining rights to Western financial magnates at low prices.

The evidence is irrefutable!

The chain of evidence is complete!

"boom--!"

Mr. Qian felt as if a huge black hole had been blown open in his mind.

All his pride, all his pretense, all his protective shields—in this moment, they all vanished like bubbles.

"This...this is impossible..."

He muttered to himself, his eyes vacant like a dry well, "That's high-level encryption... How could you possibly find it... How could you..."

"In your eyes, that's encryption."

Liu Ming leaned down and whispered in the old man's ear in a cold tone reserved only for divine judgment of sinners:

"But in my eyes, that's the coffin lid you nailed down for your whole family."

……

Five minutes later.

Two stern-faced special envoys from the Discipline Inspection Commission stepped forward.

Gone was the respect they once showed. Gone was the slightest bit of mercy.

They roughly pulled up the limp Qian Lao and locked the silver handcuffs, which represented the rule of law and trial, tightly onto his withered wrists.

"Qian Deshun".

The lead envoy's voice was icy, as if he were reading a death sentence.

"The council unanimously passed the resolution and submitted it to Mr. Qian for approval."

"Effective immediately, you are hereby removed from all your positions within and outside the Party, stripped of all your honors and medals, and all your medical and pension benefits are revoked."

"You are suspected of multiple serious crimes, including treason, murder, and massive embezzlement. Now, please come with us to where you belong."

"take away!"

With this command given.

The ultimate mole who once held absolute power in Kyushu's political arena, this "shadow" hidden behind the red walls.

Finally, amidst the falling snowflakes, he was stuffed into that dark prison van like trash.

……

At the entrance of the compound.

Liu Ming straightened her back and watched the prison van disappear into the night.

The tanks, Lone Wolf, and others behind him also put away their murderous aura, straightened their chests, and gave a uniform military salute to the night sky.

That was a final tribute to their era, and to those comrades killed by the "Shadow."

"Boss, is it over?"

Tank wiped the cold sweat from his face.

"it's over."

Liu Ming gently exhaled a breath of stale air that had been building up for half her life.

He felt that the black hole in his heart, which had always been filled with hatred, was finally beginning to let in sunlight at this moment.

"Let's go."

Liu Ming turned his head and looked at the group of brothers who had risked their lives for him behind him.

"The next battle will not be fought domestically."

His gaze sharpened again, becoming aggressive.

"Since 'Old K' and those Western giants are still dreaming of getting rich on the other side of the ocean."

"Then we should go and collect this interest properly."

"Everyone, get ready!"

Liu Ming's voice became more passionate than ever before amidst the wind and snow.

"Target: High Seas!"

"Let's go abroad... to collect our debts!"