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

The night wind grew increasingly cold, whipping up withered leaves that filled the courtyard.

That courtyard house, which once symbolized integrity and dignity, is now swallowed up by a deathly silence that borders on despair.

Liu Ming stood in the moonlight, his shadow stretched extremely long. The token in his hand emitted a chilling gleam in the dim light, like a divine instrument for judging the sins of the world.

"Da, da, da."

Heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed from the dilapidated gate.

Three men dressed in dark blue Zhongshan suits, with the intimidating red Party emblem pinned to their chests, entered the courtyard. Their faces were as cold and stern as icebergs, their eyes devoid of any emotion, exuding only the absolute authority of those who guarded discipline.

The person in charge was Zhao Tiemian, director of the First Discipline Inspection and Supervision Office of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection.

His nickname is "the devil's nightmare".

In the officialdom of the Dragon Kingdom, anyone who is targeted by him, no matter how high their rank, cannot escape his net of justice.

Zhao Tiemian walked up to Qian Lao, who was slumped in a rattan chair, and stood there.

He didn't look at Liu Ming, nor at the Dragon Shield assassins filling the courtyard. His eyes were only on this man who had once sat in the council chamber and was respectfully called Old Qian by countless people.

Qian Zhixian.

Zhao Tiemian spoke up.

His voice was hoarse and deep, yet it possessed a penetrating power capable of piercing through the darkness.

Old Qian shuddered, a final struggle flashing in his cloudy old eyes, but it instantly turned to ashes when he met Zhao Tiemian's calm eyes.

Zhao Tiemian took out a document stamped with a bright red seal from his briefcase. That red color was so dazzling in the night, even somewhat... breathtaking.

"After an emergency meeting of the council, it was decided to submit the matter to the higher-level council for final approval."

Zhao Tiemian's voice echoed in the courtyard, each word like a resounding slap across Qian Lao's face, which was covered with age spots.

"Given that Qian Zhixian is suspected of selling core state secrets, accepting huge bribes, colluding with foreign forces to engage in subversive activities, and premeditatedly murdering Liu Jianguo, a senior state official, ten years ago, among other serious violations of discipline and law."

"The following decision is hereby made!"

When the last four words were uttered, the entire courtyard seemed to tremble.

Special military tribunal.

That was a capital offense, the most unforgivable form of punishment under the laws of the Dragon Kingdom.

"No...no..."

Qian Zhixian let out a mournful cry like a dying wild beast.

He gripped the armrests of the wicker chair so tightly that his fingernails snapped and bled from the force. He stared at the official document; every word on it felt like a poisoned hook, tearing apart his pride in power and vanity.

Qian Zhixian roared hysterically.

His old face was contorted in a grotesque grimace. "You promised to protect me for life! You're betraying me after I've served my purpose! You're murdering a loyal and virtuous person!"

"Loyal and virtuous?"

Liu Ming, who had been silent all along, suddenly let out a low laugh.

The laughter was filled with sarcasm and murderous intent.

He walked up to Qian Zhixian and looked down at the old man who had completely gone mad.

"Qian Zhixian, have you forgotten who gave it to me?"

Liu Ming shook the token in her hand.

"Do you really think your schemes against your superiors can hide from everyone? Do you really think your superiors don't know what you're doing?"

Liu Ming moved closer to him, and the stench of blood emanating from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood made Qian Zhixian unconsciously shut his mouth.

He asked me to give you a message.

"The backbone of Kyushu can be broken, but it must never be corroded."

"You no longer deserve to stay on this land."

Liu Ming's eyes were full of indifference.

"take away."

Zhao Tiemian waved his hand.

Two burly discipline inspection officers strode forward.

Without any hesitation, they pulled out a pair of specially made, jet-black alloy handcuffs from their pockets.

"Click."

A crisp metallic clanging sound rang out in the quiet courtyard.

The shackles, representing the highest dignity of the law, tightly bound Qian Zhixian's withered hands, which resembled chicken claws.

In that instant, it was as if Qian Zhixian's last vestige of soul had been ripped away.

His once upright figure collapsed instantly.

His reading glasses fell to the ground.

It was accidentally crushed to pieces by a police officer.

A renowned general.

The ultimate mole within the organization.

That "shadow" that was once hidden in the shadows.

At this moment, however, it resembles an old dog that has fallen into the water.

In that courtyard, which was a complete mess.

Under the cold gaze of those hundreds of Dragon Shield members.

He was dragged out of the mansion that symbolized his life's glory.

He was still muttering something incoherently.

Perhaps it was just the delusions of power.

Or perhaps it was a cry for help from the mining disaster ten years ago.

But he knew.

He will never come back in this lifetime.

……

The black Hongqi car escorting Qian Zhixian sped away from the alley.

The night sky over the entire city seemed to experience an extremely subtle yet extremely violent tremor.

That night, countless mansions lit up with lights.

Moreover, it was a complete and utter collapse, uprooted and with no possibility of recovery.

That night, the winds of change swept through the officialdom of Kyushu.

Those comprador groups who once amassed their fortunes by selling technology and betraying national interests.

At this moment, everyone felt the fear of the impending apocalypse.

Liu Ming stood in the empty courtyard.

He looked at the orchids that were still soaking in the mud and water.

Looking at that broken rattan chair.

He felt no ecstatic joy as he had anticipated.

There was no excitement of avenging a great enemy.

There is only one kind of weariness: the exhaustion that comes after waking from a great dream.

And a deeper compassion for this land.

"Boss."

Lone Wolf walked over and handed over a black trench coat.

"It's getting windy, we should head back."

Liu Ming took the trench coat and draped it over her shoulders.

He looked around the courtyard house, which reeked of sin.

Finally, his gaze fell on the remains of the satellite phone that he had crushed with his own hands.

"The old man is right. I am Liu Jianguo's son."

Liu Ming looked north, towards the direction of the martyrs' cemetery.

"dad."

"I cut off this last piece of rotten flesh."

Liu Ming turned around, his steps steady.

He was no longer that murderous Asura.

Rather, he was a national hero preparing to greet the dawn.

"Walk."

"Have Ghost Hand send out the list."

"Before dawn."

"I want to see every ditch in this city cleaned up."

Liu Ming's voice echoed at the entrance of the alley.

It carries an aura of dominance that makes even the gods retreat.

The city was shaken, and the whole country was shaken.

In the distant east.

The first ray of dawn.

Finally, we broke through the thick fog.

"Yes, Director."

Shen Congwen stood beside the car and bowed deeply.

He knew that from today onwards...

This is a 30-year-old young man.

Yes, the true backbone of this magnificent land.