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

Twelve hours.

For ordinary people, this was just an ordinary night.

But for Yancheng, who was at the center of the power struggle, every minute and second of those twelve hours felt like being repeatedly tortured on a hot coal fire.

Liu Ming sat in that office overlooking the entire city.

He held the chipped enamel mug in his hand, his expression as calm as a lifeless stone sculpture.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the neon lights of Yancheng shone like stars.

But beneath that seemingly peaceful prosperity, countless encrypted radio waves are crossing oceans, attempting to find a glimmer of hope in this war without gunfire.

"Boss, it's time."

Ghost Hand's voice echoed in the empty office, carrying an extreme chill.

Liu Ming slowly raised her head and glanced at the electronic clock on the wall.

Ten, nine, eight... three, two, one.

The instant the numbers go to zero.

Liu Ming put down the teacup in her hand and tapped her fingertips lightly on the table.

"Since they don't intend to remove the tariffs."

"Since they think the backbone of Kyushu is easy to bully."

"Then let's get started."

Liu Ming's voice was soft, yet it carried a resolute quality that could make the entire planet tremble.

"Activate the circuit breaker procedure."

"From this moment on, all exports of superconducting rare minerals and high-purity isotope materials within Kyushu will be cut off."

Not a single ounce is allowed to be sold.

"Even if it's already loaded onto the ship, bring it back the way it came."

As Liu Ming issued this highest-level decree, the entire land of Kyushu instantly fell into a cold silence.

……

Three minutes later.

A key seaport in the south.

A massive gantry crane is preparing to lift containers labeled "high-precision industrial raw materials" onto a giant ship bound for North America.

"stop!"

A piercing shriek suddenly came from the loudspeaker in the command room.

"Immediate order from central command! All departing cargo ships handling special metals are to be immediately subject to indefinite inspection!"

"Anything already departed, immediately contact the escort fleet and forcibly bring it back!"

The port manager rushed out of his office, his brow beaded with sweat.

He looked at the high-end materials that were originally destined for the world, and a look of extreme shock flashed deep in his eyes.

He knew that this was no longer a trade dispute.

This is a true case of being cut off from water and food.

……

At the same time.

Germany, a world-leading manufacturer of precision machine tools.

The machine tools produced here are hailed as the mother of industry and are a core pillar supporting Western manufacturing.

"Mr. Heinrich! Something terrible has happened!"

A technical director rushed into the president's office in a panic.

"Due to the sudden halt in the supply of 'high-purity rare earth permanent magnets' from China, all our five-axis machining centers have ceased production!"

"What about the inventory? Don't we still have enough for six months in our strategic reserves?!" The president suddenly stood up from his seat.

"Gone! All gone!" The director's voice trembled with tears. "The lab tests just now revealed that our stockpiled materials developed serious microcracks during processing. They can only be repaired using the latest catalyst from China, which contains special rare elements!"

"But they...they won't sell us a single drop of catalyst!"

The president felt a wave of dizziness and slumped weakly into the expensive leather chair.

These materials are no longer available.

Their proud mother of industry is nothing more than a pile of cold, useless scrap metal.

……

North America, a high-end weapons research center directly under the Pentagon.

"Sir, the engine blade test for the new stealth fighter... has failed."

"Because of the lack of that high-temperature resistant superconducting coating, our blades suffered structural meltdown after less than ten hours of operation."

"The raw materials for that coating can only be supplied by China, and they account for 95% of the exports."

The general in charge of the project had a face so dark it looked like it was about to drip water.

"They're committing murder!"

"They are provoking the defense and security of the entire NATO alliance!"

The general roared angrily.

But he knew very well that such roars seemed so pale and powerless in the face of reality.

Those materials are no longer available.

Their planes can't take off.

Their missiles couldn't find their targets.

Their satellites, in the depths of space, will become a pile of floating electronic waste in just one week.

……

The bad news spread like a plague across the global technology and military industries.

Those multinational giants who once united to issue sanctions against China.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

They thought that as long as they blocked the licensing of chips and software, they could make the Chinese people kneel down and beg for mercy.

Unexpectedly, Liu Ming flipped the table and seized their Achilles' heel from the very bottom, from the raw materials.

"Help! We need raw materials! We'll buy them no matter the price!"

"Director Liu, we can discuss the tariff issue! Please, please resume supplies first!"

"President Nangong! Given our long-standing cooperative relationship, could you perhaps ask Consultant Liu for a favor?"

……

Outside the National Development and Reform Commission building in Yancheng.

Those once arrogant foreign CEOs who always had a dozen bodyguards with them when they went out.

At this moment, they are like a group of humble beggars, braving the biting cold wind, hunching their necks and guarding the gate.

They carried beautifully wrapped gifts, their eyes filled with pleading.

"Does Director Liu have time to see me?" a German executive asked the security guard at the door cautiously.

"I'm busy."

Tank, dressed in a black security uniform, blocked the entrance like a mountain.

He tilted his head, looked at the group of once arrogant foreigners, and chuckled.

"Our Director Liu said that the weather is nice today, so he's going to stay home and catch up on some sleep."

"Everyone, let's go back."

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Western financial markets open.

The news of the complete shutdown of the real economy has reached the ears of every investor.

Fear, a deep-seated fear, swept across the globe in an instant.

new York.

London.

Tokyo.

The green on the big screen was so intense it was almost despairing.

"It's crashed! Everything's fucking crashed!"

A Wall Street trader tearing at his hair in despair.

"M Group's stock price has fallen by 80%! Boeing's has fallen by 50%! All semiconductor companies are facing forced delisting!"

"This is the end of the world! This is the end of finance!"

Those bubbles that were once accumulated by reaping the wealth of other countries.

Faced with Liu Ming's simple and brutal "circuit breaker" command.

It's as brittle as a colorful bubble that's been popped by a needle.

At the touch of a hair.

unstoppable.

……

"Director Liu, someone on Wall Street wants to speak with you privately."

In the office, Chen Momo held the constantly blaring secure phone and quietly reported to her supervisor.

"Should we bring him in?"

Liu Ming was leaning against the window.

He watched as the last rays of the setting sun fell upon the fiery red umbrella of the people.

His eyes were cool and distant.

"I won't answer."

Liu Ming replied casually.

He turned his head and looked out the window at the magnificent night view of Yancheng.

He thought back to a hundred years ago, also on this land.

Those self-proclaimed civilized powers used cannons to blast open our country's doors.

They forced us to sign one humiliating treaty after another that ceded our sovereignty.

Back then, they were like that.

Did you ever imagine that this moment would come?

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Liu Ming's lips.

He knew that this was just interest.

Real debts must be settled one by one, with principal and interest, and clearly accounted for.

"Tell them."

Liu Ming turned around, her voice echoing between the marble walls.

"We can talk."

"Let the leaders of their respective countries come to Yancheng in person, with sincerity."

"remember."

"You need to use the main entrance."

"You must... come in on your knees."

Chen Momo looked at the imposing man in front of her.

She pressed heavily.

He nodded.

"Yes, Director Liu!"