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

The underground chamber in the city was eerily quiet. The thick lead walls around it blocked out all electronic signals from the outside world, as well as the lingering echoes of the grand celebration on the surface.

Liu Ming sat on the cold iron chair, with the red lacquered wooden box she had taken from her mother's old trunk in front of her.

The box was open, and inside lay a yellowed letter, with even some carbonized marks on the edges. It was a suicide note written by my mother under extremely dangerous circumstances using a special medicine.

Liu Ming stretched out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly.

He had crawled out of piles of corpses countless times in his life, faced the heavy machine guns of mercenaries, and endured financial massacres by multinational corporations. But at this moment, looking at this thin piece of paper, he felt an unprecedented pressure.

The pressure was so heavy it felt like it was crushing his chest.

He took a deep breath and sprayed the medicine evenly onto the letter.

With a pungent chemical smell, rows of messy yet vigorous handwriting slowly emerged on the originally blank paper.

"...Ming'er, when you see these words, it means I'm no longer here. Some truths are too heavy for your father to bear, and neither can I."

"Everyone thought your father died because of Luo Binwang's conspiracy, and that the mining accident was just the result of local officials' greed. But we were all wrong."

"Luo Binwang was just a cleaner pushed to the forefront. He didn't have the guts or the qualifications to touch the core of the Dragon Kingdom's 'Sun Change Plan'."

Liu Ming's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Project Day Change".

That was China's most secret energy strategy from thirty years ago. If this plan had succeeded, China would have gained control of global energy pricing power twenty years ahead of schedule.

But the plan failed.

It killed a large number of top scientists, ruined his father Liu Jianguo's political career, and ultimately cost him his life.

Liu Ming's fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly.

The handwriting on the letter became increasingly hurried, as if one could feel the heart-stopping fear that the mother felt when she wrote those words.

"The real mastermind has always been hiding in the deepest shadows of the city. He was your father's most trusted 'mentor,' and the one who personally initiated the 'Sun Change Plan' and then destroyed it."

His code name is "Shadow".

"His location..."

Upon seeing this, Liu Ming's breath caught in her throat.

At the very end of the letter, beneath that line of writing blurred by tears.

……

"Clang!"

Liu Ming suddenly stood up, and the iron chair behind him slammed heavily to the ground with a loud bang due to the enormous inertia.

His face was deathly pale in the dim light, and the veins on his forehead bulged, a physiological reaction caused by extreme anger.

This stark contrast, this absurd feeling of being betrayed by the most trusted elder, made Liu Ming feel waves of intense dizziness.

"Hahaha……"

Liu Ming let out a low laugh, which sounded extremely eerie in the empty, secret room.

The laughter was full of sarcasm.

It turns out that every promotion and every victory he achieved along the way was actually under that person's watchful eye.

He was having a great time killing in Ningzhou, while the man in the city smiled and nodded.

Why?

Because that person needed the fastest knife to cut down those old subordinates who were no longer obedient and knew too much, such as Luo Binwang and the Zhao family.

To use someone else to do one's dirty work.

To silence them.

Liu Ming, the sharpest blade in all of Kyushu, has become the most convenient tool in the hands of his father's killer.

"Such a deep scheme."

Liu Ming closed her eyes, letting the biting cold seep into her entire body.

He recalled the feeling of being "stared at by a poisonous snake" described in his father's diary. He remembered the unspoken words Chen Xiaoqi's father had before his death.

It turns out the snake had always been in the city.

It has always been in that red office building that symbolizes power.

……

After a long while, Liu Ming opened her eyes.

The blood-red color in those eyes faded, replaced by an extreme, abyss-like stillness.

That is the ultimate manifestation of the "Asura" state.

He was no longer angry, no longer sad.

Because there is no need for any emotion towards the dead.

He reached out, folded the letter neatly, and placed it close to his body into the innermost pocket.

Then, he walked to the corner of the secret room, where there was a black alloy briefcase that had never been opened.

He entered the dynamic password that only he knew, a password earned with the blood of his comrades.

"Click".

The box was opened.

Inside lay quietly the "Dragon Fang" military dagger, which had been with him for many years and stained with the blood of countless powerful enemies.

The blade gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light in the dim lamplight.

It craves blood.

It awaits the trial that is ten years overdue.

Liu Ming slowly gripped the hilt of the knife.

The cool touch completely calmed his chaotic thoughts.

He originally thought he had won the game.

It now appears that the real show has only just begun.

Since the sky hasn't fully brightened yet. Since the last maggot still lurks in the bones of this land.

Then he'll become a "Shura" again.

Let's completely expose this sky.

They dragged that ghost hidden deep within the red walls into hell with their own hands.

Liu Ming pushed open the heavy door to the secret room.

The corridor outside was empty, save for the heavy, resolute sound of his footsteps.

He looked up at the long staircase leading to the surface.

His eyes were like knives.

No matter how well you hide, I will dig you out!

"In the dead of night in the city, the row of ancient locust trees outside the red walls rustled in the wind, as if whispering the stories of a hundred years of history."

"Liu Ming did not return to his own courtyard house, nor did he go to any place that might be monitored. He changed into the most inconspicuous black jacket, lowered his head, avoided all the surveillance cameras, and walked into the side door that represented the highest power in the country."