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

"five."

"Four."

"three."

"..."

Inside the dark and deep command hall of "Dragon's Lair," each tick of the electronic countdown was accompanied by a heavy pressure that made one's heart stop. Liu Ming's finger hovered steadily over the crimson launch button. His fingertips were slightly hot, and at this moment, the blood in his body seemed to turn into surging magma, that long-lost madness belonging to "Asura" rampaging through his veins.

The entire room fell silent.

Hundreds of high-ranking generals from Kyushu held their breath, their eyes fixed on the holographic projection that spanned the entire wall in the center.

In the projection, the two arrogant nuclear-powered aircraft carrier battle groups of the opposing side continued their reckless advance across the turbulent sea. They were two steel fortresses that had dominated the oceans for decades. In the eyes of Smith and his group of Westerners, Kyushu's warning was nothing but a weak bark; as long as their carrier-based aircraft took to the skies, this sea area would still kneel at their feet.

"two."

Liu Ming's voice remained calm, but that calmness carried a chilling coldness that would make even the gods tremble.

……

At this moment, inside the command center of the enemy aircraft carrier "Enterprise".

General Smith tilted his head back and downed the last sip of whiskey in his glass. He wiped the whiskey from his mouth and let out a disdainful sneer.

"Has the timer ended?"

Smith looked at the screen on the wall.

"Sir, the countdown has reached zero."

The staff officer answered in a low voice, somewhat nervously.

"Oh? Where are the missiles? Did their Dongfeng Express get lost?"

Smith laughed loudly, then turned his head and waved his hand sharply at all the operators, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes.

"Pass on my order! All carrier-based aircraft take off immediately! Activate full-band electronic jamming! Since they like playing countdown games, let's give their coastline an unforgettable 'greeting gift'!"

"Yes, Sir!"

With this command given.

On the aircraft carrier deck, the expensive fifth-generation stealth fighters roared with deafening engine noise, the electromagnetic catapults were already hooked up, and the pilots' arrogant faces looked particularly ferocious behind their helmet visors.

They thought that the next few minutes would be another opportunity for them to demonstrate their military might to the world.

However, they were wrong, terribly wrong.

……

"one."

At the "Dragon's Lair" command post, Liu Ming finally counted down to the last number.

In that instant, his fingers, without the slightest hesitation, pressed the red button firmly and heavily.

"Buzz—!"

There was no earth-shattering sound of missiles taking off as expected, nor was there a salvo of fire from the firing positions.

In this command center, which represents the pinnacle of Kyushu's highest technology, only an extremely faint, almost inaudible, electrical surge could be heard.

And in that vast, boundless, dark, and desolate outer space.

At an altitude of 300 kilometers above the Earth's surface, a top-secret geostationary satellite from Kyushu, named the "South Heaven Gate" system, suddenly opened its long-dormant "eyes."

Inside the satellite, a massive superconducting capacitor completed the energy storage and release within 0.1 seconds.

The powerful electromagnetic pulse excitation device, which was developed with Liu Ming's personal participation and fully equipped with the "Longyuan" military-grade core, was activated to full capacity in an instant.

That was... divine punishment from heaven.

……

"What is that?"

On the deck of the USS Enterprise, a commander preparing to guide fighter jets for takeoff subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Deep within the thick, inky clouds, in the pitch-black night sky, suddenly appeared an extremely tiny singularity, flickering with a ghostly blue electric light.

The singularity spread rapidly at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, and then a huge, circular, transparent ripple, like water ripples, roared across the tranquil night sky.

Silent, without light, without heat.

Even for a fleeting moment, the turbulent sea seemed to freeze for a second.

That was a high-intensity directional electromagnetic pulse, a forbidden power powerful enough to instantly revert modern electronic civilization back to the Stone Age.

……

"Sizzle... sizzle sizzle..."

Just as that transparent ripple swept across the carrier strike group, Smith was about to put down his empty wine glass.

Suddenly, the high-definition command screen in front of him, which had been flashing with countless data streams, burst open like a piece of glass struck by a giant hammer, emitting a blinding purple spark!

Immediately afterwards, all the lights in the entire command center, the entire aircraft carrier, and the entire fleet went out at the same time!

"What's going on? Backup power! Turn on the backup power!" Smith shouted in alarm.

However, the only response he received was deathly silence.

Those military-grade motherboards that claim to have multiple layers of protection and can even withstand nuclear radiation are as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of the directional pulses enhanced by the "Dragon Abyss" core.

Not only the screens, but all the communication devices, all the radar systems, and even the radios in the pilots' helmets emitted a piercing crackling sound at that moment, before falling completely silent.

"Sir! We...we're all blind!"

The staff officer frantically typed on the keyboard in the dark, but all his fingertips returned was a cold touch; the control panel was completely paralyzed. All the electronic components, in that single second of impact, were burned to meaningless scrap metal.

……

On the sea, the once imposing and invincible steel behemoths now resembled toys whose springs had been cut.

Although the aircraft carrier's massive nuclear power plant is still operational, all its operating systems, transmission logic, and navigation center have become completely malfunctioning.

The massive warship, pushed and shoved by the waves, began to spin aimlessly. The fighter jets that had already slid out of the catapult were instantly locked by the electromagnetic catapult system and were stuck on the edge of the deck, just a hair's breadth away from crashing into the sea.

All lights went out, radar went completely dark, and all communications were cut off.

These two supercarrier battle groups, with a total value exceeding hundreds of billions of US dollars and enough to destroy a medium-sized country, were destroyed after Liu Ming pressed down with a single finger.

They had turned into two helpless steel ruins floating on the ocean.

……

"Dragon's Lair" Command Post.

The two huge red dots on the holographic projection had now lost all their flickering and turned into dark shadows.

Liu Ming slowly loosened his fingers. He picked up the enamel mug, its paint chipped off, and took a leisurely sip.

"look."

Liu Ming turned his head and looked at the generals who were completely stunned. A wild smile called "national hero" curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"I already said that."

"rule."

"It's time to change it."

He turned around and looked at Smith on the big screen, who was now completely engulfed in darkness and drifting on the ocean.

"Mr. Smith."

"That move just now has a name in our ancient books."

"It's called... dimensional reduction attack."

The hall was deathly silent for a full half minute, then, "Whoa—!!!" All the generals, whether they were old generals with graying temples or young and strong officers, all of them, at this moment, were completely silent.

He bowed deeply to the young man sitting in the commander's chair.

Shocking! This is a shock unlike anything seen since the founding of the Nine Provinces.

With the power of a single person, without using a single missile or causing a single drop of blood loss, he instantly turned the world's most powerful force into... a lamb to the slaughter.

"Notify the East China Sea Fleet."

Liu Ming put down his teacup, his eyes revealing a detached indifference that seemed to look down upon all living beings.

"Full speed ahead."

"Surround them."

"I want them to know."

"Within the territory of Kyushu."

"It's not that you want to leave..."

"...you can leave then."

The night remained deep, but on this dark sea, the thunder belonging to Kyushu had only just begun.

Liu Ming walked out of the command center, where Chen Momo, Nangong Yao, and Xi Wanqing were waiting for him under the moonlight. Although they hadn't gone in, they had guessed the outcome from the signals outside.

Looking at the three women who had accompanied him to the pinnacle of his life, a gentle warmth emerged in Liu Ming's eyes after his weariness.

"I'm done with work."

Liu Ming walked up to them and patted the dust off her sleeves.

"Let's go."

"Let's... go back to our hometown."

Xi Wanqing was taken aback: "Now?"

"Yes, right now." Liu Ming turned to look at the distant south, where his roots lay and where his unfulfilled promises resided.

"The capital is too noisy, and the sea is too cold."

"Let's go back and offer incense to the old man."

The three women exchanged a glance, their smiles blooming like flowers.

In this battle, the might of Heaven was fully displayed; on this journey, we returned home in glory.

Behind that ancient and majestic capital, a black streak of light, carrying the last legend of this era, disappeared on the southbound highway.

The enemy aircraft carrier's radar was instantly blinded, and all electronic equipment was paralyzed. In the turbulent East China Sea, it became a sitting duck.