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

A cool night breeze blew through the weathered blue bricks and gray tiles of Beihai Back Street, making them seem to groan softly.

Deep within the high-rise residential compound, in that sprawling courtyard house, the lights still shone softly.

In the center of the courtyard stood an exquisite flower trellis. Old Qian, wearing his signature faded old Zhongshan suit and reading glasses, was leisurely pruning a precious Su Guan He Ding bonsai by the light of the courtyard lamp.

This has been his habit for many years.

After completing a "big deal," he always liked to sit quietly in front of this orchid. It seemed to wash away the sleazy smell of money on him and allow him to regain the feeling of being a respected "old leader."

"Click."

The scissors fell, and a somewhat withered yellow leaf fell to the ground.

"What a pity, these leaves could have grown so much better," Old Qian murmured to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Like some people, who could have lived a peaceful and obedient life, but insisted on touching things they shouldn't have. The only thing to do... was to cut them off."

He was referring to Liu Ming.

In his eyes, Liu Ming was like this withered leaf; it was an eyesore, but he could easily cut it off.

After all, he had just confirmed that the five hundred million US dollars had been safely deposited into the Swiss trust account. As long as tonight passed and the blueprints were sent out, he would be the victor.

"Old Liu, if you knew this from beyond the grave, would you blame me for being heartless?"

Old Qian put down the scissors, picked up the teacup on the stone table, took a small sip, and said, "If you have to blame someone, blame your son for being so ungrateful. Just like you were back then, so stubborn."

He smiled smugly.

However, his smile had not yet fully blossomed.

"Bang--!!!"

A deafening roar erupted without warning from the main gate of the courtyard house!

The vermilion blast-proof door, made of pure steel and over ten centimeters thick, was guarded day and night by two fully armed bodyguards.

In that instant, it was as if it were made of paper, and someone from the outside used an extremely brutal and violent method to forcefully... smash it open!

"Boom!"

A huge solid wood door, carrying shattered bricks and stones, crashed into the yard, raising a cloud of dust!

"Who goes there? Stop right there!"

The two guards at the entrance were stunned by the sudden shockwave, but out of their soldier's instinct, they immediately drew their sidearms!

"Bang! Bang!"

Before they could even pull the trigger.

Two black figures emerged from the smoke and dust like ghosts!

too fast!

The two battle-hardened guards were so fast that they didn't even have time to react!

"Click!"

"what!"

The sound of bones dislocating was accompanied by two muffled groans.

Lone Wolf and Tank, one on each side, like tigers descending the mountain, instantly dislocated the arms of the two guards and pinned them firmly to the dusty blue bricks!

No shots were fired, and they weren't even given a chance to raise the alarm.

This is true special operations – a single, deadly strike, done without a sound.

"Alert lifted, boss, we can go in now," Lone Wolf said in a low voice, pressing his earpiece.

……

With the gate breaking, the tranquility of the entire courtyard was completely shattered.

One hundred black modified SUVs had completely blocked the streets surrounding the compound. Hundreds of heavily armed Dragon Shield team members, dressed in black tactical uniforms, like a group of silent ghosts, quickly scaled the walls and occupied all the high points and exits.

The red dots of the infrared sight, like a dense web of death, instantly enveloped the entire courtyard!

This is hardly an arrest.

This is clearly a military-level encirclement and suppression operation!

Step, step, step.

The steady, powerful footsteps, carrying endless killing intent, echoed through the messy courtyard.

Liu Ming, dressed in his jet-black Dragon Fang combat uniform and holding a military dagger that emitted a cold, eerie blue light upside down, stepped out of the shadows of the gate.

The moonlight shone on his cold, icy face.

At that moment, he was like a demon emerging from the depths of hell, carrying ten years of blood debt and boundless rage, descending upon this courtyard filled with sin and hypocrisy.

"Old Qian."

Liu Ming's voice echoed in the empty courtyard, devoid of any emotion.

"It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Under the flower shed.

Mr. Qian remained in the position of holding the teacup, his whole being like a statue that had been frozen in time.

His eyes, hidden behind his reading glasses, were fixed on Liu Ming, who emerged from the smoke and dust. His pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints due to extreme shock and fear!

How is that possible?

This is a high-rise residential compound! It's one of the most heavily guarded places in China!

How dare he lead his men to break down the door and come in?

Has he gone mad?

What about the guard companies responsible for perimeter security? What about the 24/7 surveillance?

Mr. Qian's mind was in complete chaos; he even had the illusion that he was having a nightmare.

"You... Liu Ming? Do you know what you're doing?"

Old Qian forced himself to calm down. He had been working his way up in the upper echelons of society for thirty years and had seen all sorts of storms. He took a deep breath, slammed the teacup in his hand to the ground, and adopted the imposing demeanor of a leader.

"You led a group of unidentified armed men and broke into a high-ranking official's residence in the dead of night! This is treason! This is rebellion!"

"Get your men out of here immediately! Otherwise, I guarantee you won't see the sun rise tomorrow!"

He roared fiercely.

He attempted to use his long-accumulated power and intimidation to subdue the somewhat irrational young man before him.

However, Liu Ming simply looked at him quietly, her eyes filled with endless pity and...mockery.

"rebel?"

Liu Ming sneered and slowly raised her left hand.

In his hand, he held a jade token.

The token has no complicated patterns, only a simple yet powerful lightning bolt symbol.

Under the moonlight, the token exuded a chilling majesty—like a sharp sword.

Upon seeing the token, Old Qian's body swayed violently, as if his spine had been removed.

He's been in the upper echelons for so long, of course he knows this stuff!

This represents will! This represents power!

How could this be? How could the higher-ups give this thing to a mere kid?

"Old Qian, oh no, or I should call you by your code name."

Liu Ming took a step forward, approaching the flower shed. His voice was so low it sounded like he was reading a death sentence.

"--shadow."

"boom!"

Upon hearing those two words, it felt as if Qian Lao's heart had been struck hard by a heavy hammer!

His face, which had been trying so hard to maintain its composure, completely crumbled at this moment. All color drained from it in an instant, leaving only a deathly paleness born of extreme fear!

He got it!

He knows everything!

Those secrets hidden for thirty years, those blood-stained deals, were all unearthed by this young man!

"you……"

Old Qian opened his mouth, but found his throat so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

His hands were trembling violently.

"Click."

A soft sound.

The scissors he had been holding, used to trim orchids, snapped shut abruptly due to a spasm in his fingers.

He cut off a priceless, fully blooming lotus flower at the base with a single snip of his scissors.

Snow-white flowers.

It fell onto the muddy and gravelly ground.

Just like his "clean" facade, which he had cultivated for thirty years and which appeared glamorous but was actually corrupt and decadent.

At this moment, it was completely torn apart.