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

The fallen orchids, stained with mud and water, looked broken and dilapidated.

Old Qian stared intently at the broken flower on the ground, his chest heaving violently like a broken bellows. He had been manipulating the vortex of power for thirty years, rising from a lowly researcher to a leader who could influence the nation's technological lifeline. He was used to treating everyone as pawns, used to hiding behind the scenes, watching those self-righteous smart people fight tooth and nail for a scrap of meat he had thrown away.

He thought he was the one playing the game.

But he never expected that in the end, a pawn that he had originally considered a "sacrifice" would overturn the chessboard.

"Liu Ming!"

Old Qian suddenly raised his head. His old eyes, which were usually kind, were now as cold as a venomous snake, and even carried a hint of hysteria after being driven to the brink of despair.

He pointed at the token in Liu Ming's hand and said through gritted teeth:

"You think you can give orders from here just because you have this lousy sign?"

"Do you even know what politics is? Do you even know what the big picture is?"

He strode out of the flower shed, trying to overwhelm the other party with the aura of a superior that he had accumulated over decades.

"I, Qian Zhixian, have worked for this country for forty years! My students and former colleagues are spread across various ministries! If I sneeze, the entire city of Beijing will tremble!"

"You stormed into my house today with these unidentified armed men, which is a blatant violation of national laws! Don't think you're invincible just because you have Elder Lin backing you up. Let me tell you, based on what you did today, I can easily make a phone call and have you court-martialed, spending the rest of your life in jail!"

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This is a common problem among those who have been in positions of power for a long time.

Even with a knife to their throats, they still cling to the illusion of power they hold, attempting to intimidate those who break the rules with their "rules."

After saying that, Mr. Qian ignored Liu Ming and turned around. He hurriedly pulled an old-fashioned black satellite phone from under the cushion of the armchair.

This was his private internal communication channel, directly connecting him to several high-ranking generals in the garrison area whom he had personally promoted.

As long as the call goes through.

Just a few armored vehicles will come.

The situation could turn around in an instant tonight, and then he would have countless ways to pin the "treason" charge on Liu Ming!

"Beep—beep—"

As the phone was dialing, a flicker of desperate hope rekindled in Mr. Qian's eyes.

however.

Liu Ming simply watched his performance quietly, her gaze as if she were watching a mouse that had fallen into a trap and was still desperately kicking its legs.

There was no anger, no anxiety, only a bottomless mockery.

Just as the call was about to connect.

Liu Ming moved. He didn't take a step, but his figure flashed like a ghost. The distance of twenty meters seemed to shrink to an inch under his feet!

"Whoosh!"

A gust of cold wind brushed against Mr. Qian's cheek.

Before he could even see Liu Ming's movements clearly, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. The satellite phone, which carried his last hope, had slipped from his hand and landed steadily in Liu Ming's palm.

"You...give it back to me!" Old Qian was shocked and furious, and reached out to snatch it.

Liu Ming slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

The slap wasn't delivered with full force, but the crisp sound still echoed in the quiet courtyard. Old Qian staggered from the blow, his reading glasses flying off, and he fell to the cold, blue brick floor, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

"Old man, are you still dreaming?"

Liu Ming looked down at him, her eyes showing no respect for the elderly or care for the young, only a chilling, demonic coldness.

He held the satellite phone up to Mr. Qian.

Then, his five fingers suddenly contracted!

"Click, click..."

A sickening cracking sound of plastic and metal shattering rang out. That satellite phone, touted as having military-grade quality and being shockproof and drop-resistant, was actually crushed into a twisted junk by Liu Ming's terrifying grip!

Electronic components shattered, and black smoke billowed out.

"Bang."

Liu Ming tossed the lump of scrap metal at Qian Lao's feet like it was trash.

"Stop hitting him."

Liu Ming squatted down, looking directly into Qian Lao's pupils, which were contracting violently with fear. His voice was low, but every word was piercing.

"Your old subordinates, those 'disciples and old friends' you are so proud of."

"Just ten minutes before I broke down your front door."

"The joint task force of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection and the Ministry of State Security has already knocked on their door."

Liu Ming's lips curled into a cruel smile as she gently patted Old Qian's pale face.

"They're lining up at the police station now, eager to confess how you instructed them to betray national interests."

"Your net is broken."

"You're all alone now."

These words were like cold steel knives, shattering the last glimmer of hope in Mr. Qian's heart.

He collapsed to the ground, staring at the smoking wreckage of the phone, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

He muttered to himself, as if he had lost his mind, "I'm on the upper echelons... how could I lose to you... you bastard..."

"Bastard?"

Liu Ming's eyes turned extremely terrifying in an instant, an extreme killing intent that could freeze the surrounding air.

He slowly stood up.

He pulled out a dusty brown paper bag from his pocket; it was something he had risked his life to obtain from the underground archives of the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission.

"Old fox, have you struggled enough?"

Liu Ming took out the contents of the file bag one by one.

"Now, it's my turn to settle the score with you for that blood debt from ten years ago."

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed through the deathly silent courtyard.

Liu Ming remained expressionless, and with a sudden swing of his right hand, the brown paper bag, covered in the musty smell of the ground and years of dust, along with several bank transfer stubs that were as thin as cicada wings but as heavy as a thousand pounds, was slammed hard onto the cold white marble table.