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

The news of "Shadow's" capture caused a shockwave in the city's core circle that was no less than a meteorite hitting the sea.

That was a colossal wave that could suffocate all those who benefited from the system.

They originally thought that Qian Lao, this great Buddha, could sit firmly on the fishing platform and shield them from all the storms, but who could have imagined that this Buddha would not only collapse, but collapse so completely, and even the old tangle of debts under the base was burned to the ground by that madman named Liu Ming.

With the issuance of the urgent secret order from the council, a massive purge targeting "comprador forces" in the city and even throughout Kyushu officially began at that chilly dawn.

This is no longer a slow, insidious attack, but a truly devastating blow.

……

4:30 a.m.

Inside the office area of ​​the joint investigation team from higher authorities.

Liu Ming was standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling projection wall, holding a laser pointer and repeatedly tracing the "shadow network diagram" covered with red dots.

The camouflage paint on his face hadn't been washed off yet, giving him an air of chilling indignation brought back from the battlefield.

Behind him sat the heads of the National Security Bureau, the Discipline Inspection Commission, the Audit Bureau, and the financial regulatory authorities of Kyushu. These usually imposing bigwigs, now staring at the data on the big screen, had their eyelids twitching and their palms sweating.

"Everyone, the fish head has been chopped off."

Liu Ming's voice was soft, yet it possessed a penetrating power that sent chills down one's spine.

"Now, what we need to do is to take all the remaining fish bodies, tails, and those blood-sucking parasites hiding in the water plants and put them all in one pot."

He pressed the remote control, and a long list of companies popped up on the screen.

"These companies, on the surface, are high-tech stars of our Dragon Country and major taxpayers. But in reality, they are 'white gloves' kept in a cage by Qian Zhixian."

"They took advantage of policy benefits and received huge subsidies from the country, then turned around and sold the core parameters to foreign giants."

"They transferred their assets overseas, set up labs abroad, and sold their souls to the US dollar."

Liu Ming's eyes gradually turned ferocious.

"This is what is known as 'comprador'."

"They eat the food of Kyushu, smash the pots of Kyushu, and still want the children of Kyushu to be their slaves for generations to come."

"Today, we need to settle this score."

……

at the same time.

The headquarters of Nangong Group is located on Financial Street in the city.

The entire building was brightly lit, and all the windows exuded a tense and solemn atmosphere.

The operations room on the top floor.

Nangong Yao was dressed in a black business suit, her hair neatly tied back. In front of her were more than a dozen high-performance server terminals, their screens displaying real-time data from major stock exchanges around the world.

"Let's begin."

Nangong Yao's voice no longer carried her usual innocent charm; instead, it exuded the domineering aura of someone in charge of a trillion-dollar empire.

"Cooperate with the official operation. Within ten minutes, I need to see the financial chains of these thirty-six listed companies on the list completely severed."

"Whether it's pledged shares or short positions, lock them all up!"

"I want all those so-called 'assets' they possess to become worthless paper before dawn!"

With her command, the behemoth that was Nangong Group instantly revealed its sharpest fangs.

This is no longer a typical business merger.

This is a targeted financial attack in line with the national will.

Those comprador capitalists who usually acted arrogantly and recklessly in the capital market because of Qian Lao's connections are now experiencing the most desperate moment of their lives.

They discovered that their once-proud overseas network of connections had failed them.

They discovered that the bank managers who were usually on friendly terms with them were now afraid to even answer the phone.

They further discovered that an unimaginably large and mysterious fund was frantically eroding their market share in a near-suicidal and costly manner, blocking all their escape routes.

……

"Help! President Wang, you can't just stand by and watch me die! I only need 30 million, just 30 million is all I need to get through this!"

Inside a high-end private club in the city.

Sun, a former billionaire and self-proclaimed "godfather of semiconductors," was yelling wildly at his phone, even smashing a fine purple clay teapot in his hand due to excessive excitement.

"Thirty million?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was as cold as ice.

"Mr. Sun, you still haven't grasped the situation. Now, let alone 30 million, even if you gave me 300 million, I wouldn't dare approve a single penny for you. All your assets have been placed on the 'Top-Level Monitoring List' by the National Security Bureau and the Audit Bureau. What you should be worried about now isn't money, but how much longer your head can stay on your neck."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

As the blind bell rang, Mr. Sun slumped onto the expensive Persian carpet, his eyes vacant.

Before he could even come to his senses...

"Bang!"

The door to the private room was kicked open from the outside.

A team of Dragon Shield members, dressed in black combat uniforms and carrying assault rifles, rushed in.

Liu Ming walked at the very back.

He looked at this man who had once talked about "technology without borders" on television, but in reality sold out Kyushu's core secrets, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Mr. Sun, it's time for you to finish this charade."

Liu Ming stepped forward and casually threw an arrest warrant stamped with a large vermilion seal at his face.

"Mr. Nangong has already 'taken care of' your overseas accounts for you."

"As for your mansion in Manhattan, I reckon you'll never have the chance to go back and live there in your lifetime."

"take away!"

……

That night, the city's night sky seemed to be constantly shrouded in the mournful sound of police sirens.

A comprehensive search and arrest operation was launched in every CBD office building, every luxury villa area, and even some research institutions hidden in deep alleys.

Everyone on the list, everyone who got involved in that illicit money, everyone who participated in selling out technology to the country.

Not one was missed.

This is Liu Ming's character. If he's going to kill someone, he won't leave a single spark. If he's going to clean house, he'll wipe out all the rotten mud on the ground.

Those high-ranking executives who appear respectable on a daily basis, those scholars who consider themselves elites, and those opportunists who scheme in the cracks of power.

At this moment, under the iron fist called "Thunder," they all revealed their most humble and ugly true forms.

Some knelt down and begged for mercy, some attempted suicide by overdosing on pills, and others fantasized about rushing to the embassy to seek political asylum.

But they all forgot that in this city, which had been completely locked down by "Dragon Shield" and the military, without Liu Ming's approval, even if they died, they would die on the interrogation chair in Kyushu.

……

At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thin morning mist in the city and shone on the towering red-walled building that seemed to reach into the clouds.

A "great cleanup" that will be recorded in the annals of Kyushu has finally come to a preliminary close.

Hundreds of officials and capitalists involved in the case were put on black prison vans, hundreds of billions of yuan in illegal assets were confiscated and returned to the national treasury, and hundreds of core projects that had been infiltrated by comprador forces were returned to the hands of the state.

Overnight, the atmosphere of officialdom in Kyushu underwent an almost miraculous transformation.

People discovered that those so-called "relationships" were useless, and those so-called "money" no longer worked. On this land, the only principle has become—loyalty and hard work once again.

On the internet, although the specific details are kept strictly confidential, the sense of exhilaration of "the collapse of the great edifice and the suppression of the chaos" cannot be hidden from astute netizens.

Although there were no trending topics or headlines, in the comment sections of every positive news story, people all over Kyushu were applauding and cheering in an almost jubilant manner.

"Even though I don't know what happened, the air feels sweeter!"

"I heard those vampires were all caught? Good! Well done!"

"Liu Qingtian is awesome! No matter where he is, as long as he's there, we have someone to rely on!"

……

In the northern suburbs of the city lies Qincheng, a secret prison that once struck fear into the hearts of countless corrupt officials.

At this moment, a long line of cars is waiting outside the gate.

That wasn't a car for delivering gifts, but a prison van for transporting criminals.

Because the number of people arrested was so large and their ranks so high, an unprecedented "warehouse overload" phenomenon occurred here since the establishment of the institute.

The staff were so busy that they worked through the night to clear out several old warehouses to house these former "big shots".

Liu Ming sat in a black SUV, watching the familiar faces being escorted into prison, who didn't even dare to lift their heads. A cold, detached look of having seen through life and death flashed in his eyes.

He knew this was just the beginning. Cleaning up the trash was only to make the house cleaner. Next, he had to rebuild the foundation of the house.

"Boss, job's done."

Tank walked over from outside, still reeking of gunpowder smoke. He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "These bastards, they seem pretty tough usually, but when they see a bullet, they're all as scared as a dog."

Liu Ming smiled, took out the enamel mug that was half chipped of paint, and took a sip of the now-cold bitter tea.

"Human nature is always most genuine in life-or-death situations."

He looked up towards the south, towards Jiangnan Province, the place where his father, Liu Jianguo, rested.

"dad."

"Spring is truly coming to this land of Kyushu."

Liu Ming put down the teacup, her eyes sharpening again.

"Let's go." "Back to the ministry."

"Our 'chip war' has only just begun."

The setting sun, like blood, reflected on the cold iron gates of Qincheng Prison, announcing the complete demise of an old era and the beginning of a new era—the Nine Provinces Era—jointly ushered in by iron-blooded justice, by patriots and demons.