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

Inside the city, in the study of the Hall of Diligent Governance, the air pressure was so low it felt like water could drip from it.

That crystal-clear recording was like a rusty saw, tearing at the heart of the top leader. It was not only a betrayal, but a blatant trampling on the faith of Kyushu.

"Bang!"

With a crisp crack, the white porcelain teacup that had been with the old man for decades was shattered by his slap!

The scalding tea mixed with porcelain shards, splashing everywhere. The old man's palm was cut, and blood dripped down his palm lines onto the dark red carpet, a shocking sight.

But he seemed not to feel any pain.

Those old eyes, which had weathered countless storms and even witnessed countless deaths in the early days of the nation, were now bloodshot. Anger, heartache, disbelief... all ultimately transformed into an endless chilling stillness.

"What a shrewd man, Qian Zhixian!"

The top leader's voice trembled violently with extreme anger.

"Eating the food of Kyushu, smashing the pot of Kyushu! For a few hundred million US dollars, they dare to sell even the backbone left by their ancestors! I was truly blind back then to have pushed such a beast into this position!"

He turned around abruptly and stared intently at Liu Ming, who was standing in the shadows.

"Liu Ming!"

"exist!"

Liu Ming stepped out of the shadows, her posture as straight as a pine tree.

He had already taken off his signature black suit and put on his long-unseen Dragon Fang special forces uniform. The pure black night-vision fabric clung tightly to his body, which was as explosive as a cheetah, and the jet-black "Dragon Fang" military dagger at his waist gleamed with a bloodthirsty, eerie blue light in the dim light.

At that moment, the shrewd and resourceful director disappeared.

The "Shura," who struck fear into the hearts of all mercenaries on the border, has officially returned to his rightful place.

"go!"

The top leader pointed to the door, the veins on the back of his hand bulging—a roar of will.

"Take the 'Emperor's Sword,' and your men! Tear that old scoundrel and his entire shady network to shreds!"

"No matter who is involved, no matter what kind of protection they have! They will all be severely punished!"

"Even if it means tearing a hole in the sky above this city, I'll make him know the price of betraying Kyushu!"

"yes!"

Liu Ming gave a standard military salute, his voice cold and hard as iron.

He turned and strode outside.

When the "leader" reached the door, he stopped, turned his head slightly, and his profile appeared cold and resolute in the dim light of the corridor.

"I'll go and arrest him. Before dawn, I'll make him kneel before you and settle the blood debt he owed my father ten years ago, and the debt he owes to Kyushu, one by one."

The door was slammed shut.

Inside the secret room, Ghost Hand's fingers danced wildly across the keyboard, while on the screen, the green dots representing the city's Skynet system were being forcibly taken over one by one.

"Boss, the signal jamming network is complete. All communication base stations, network signals, and even satellite phone channels within a three-kilometer radius of the Qian family compound have been cut off!"

"Now, that place is a physically isolated island."

"very good."

Liu Ming put on a bulletproof vest and inserted two spare magazines into the tactical pocket at his waist.

"Tank, Lone Wolf, Vulture, Poison Doctor."

He looked around at the four brothers before him, their eyes burning with fervor.

"This time, we're not targeting any drug lords or local tyrants; we're targeting people who once stood at the top of the power pyramid."

"His counterattack will be fierce, and he may even have heavily armed bodyguards."

Liu Ming's eyes were sharp as knives.

"Remember, we're not there to negotiate, we're there to... enforce the law."

"If anyone resists, execute them on the spot. As long as Qian Zhixian lives, anyone else who blocks my path is a traitor!"

"clear!"

The four of them roared in unison, and the murderous aura they exuded from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood made the entire underground base tremble.

……

2:30 a.m.

The night in the city is deep and dark.

On the bustling Chang'an Avenue, a few night taxis occasionally drive by, the streetlights casting long shadows of the trees.

Everything seemed calm.

However, in the dark web, which is invisible to ordinary people.

In blind spots where radar cannot detect.

A final, silent operation to eliminate the mole within Kyushu's upper echelons has begun.

"boom--"

As the massive roller shutter door of the underground parking garage slowly rose.

One, two, ten...

One hundred modified bulletproof off-road vehicles, all painted black and without any license plates or markings, silently slid into the night like a steel torrent emerging from the underworld.

There were no sirens. No flashing lights. Even the roar of the engines was deliberately suppressed to a minimum.

But this black convoy, composed of the most elite veterans and Dragon Fang squads of "Dragon Shield Security," carried a terrifying pressure that could make the entire city's officialdom tremble.

Like a pack of well-trained wolves, they moved swiftly and stealthily toward Beihai Back Street along a pre-planned route.

Inside the car, Liu Ming sat in the passenger seat of the lead car.

He toyed with the "Dragon Fang" military dagger in his hand, the cold blade flashing between his fingers, reflecting the light of the streetlights rushing past the window.

That rainy night ten years ago.

The image of his father lying in a pool of blood once again vividly appeared in his mind.

That despair, that sense of powerlessness.

It tormented him for three thousand six hundred and fifty days and nights.

"Soon."

Liu Ming closed her eyes and silently said something in her heart.

"Dad, your son has come to collect the debt for you."

The convoy moved like black lightning, leaving a deadly trail in the night.

And in that secluded mansion on Beihai Back Street.

The man known as "Old Qian" was holding a cup of hot milk, gazing contentedly at the moonlight outside the window.

He had just confirmed with the overseas buyer that the final payment had been received.

As soon as the sun rises tomorrow, the core blueprints that are enough to set Kyushu Technology back ten years will be safely sent out via diplomatic pouch.

He will retire gracefully, carrying the reputation of an "honest and upright old minister," and enjoy his remaining years overseas.

"Everything is going according to plan."

Mr. Qian smiled and took a sip of milk.

He didn't know.

It was less than a kilometer away from him.

One hundred black SUVs.

It was like the scythe of death, silently approaching his throat.