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

"Buzz—"

A soft, rhythmic electronic chime quietly rang out inside the Dragon Kingdom's coastal defense frontline command post.

Ghost Hand's bloodshot eyes, swollen from excessive excitement, were fixed on the pulsating frequency waveform on the screen, which had turned completely red.

"Boss, the signal bridging is complete."

Ghost Hand's voice was hoarse with extreme tension. He tapped the control panel one last time. "Now, your voice will be broadcast live through the 'Star Swirl' satellite system to all international civil aviation channels, high seas communication channels, and... every radio receiver on the enemy mothership."

Liu Ming stood in front of the holographic projection screen that almost occupied the entire wall, her posture as upright as a javelin tempered in the flames.

He slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, his eyes as calm as a frozen lake.

Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest retreat.

He reached out and slowly picked up the silver microphone that represented the final judgment.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean, inside the stock exchange on Wall Street, the once noisy order-calling had disappeared. All the traders stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the red pop-up window that suddenly appeared on the big screen, representing an emergency broadcast signal.

At this moment, the United Nations headquarters, where the meeting room had been filled with heated debate, fell into a deathly silence. Representatives from dozens of countries took off their simultaneous interpretation headsets and looked up at the giant broadcast screen that covered the entire hall.

At this moment, on every street corner of Kyushu, office workers waiting for the bus, aunties buying groceries, students reading aloud in classrooms, their mobile phones, shopping mall outdoor screens, and even loudspeakers in parks are all present.

At this moment, they all emitted the same frequency.

It was a man's voice, steady and cold, carrying an unquestionable majesty, like a god looking down upon the earth.

Most importantly, he spoke English, an extremely pure English that exuded the arrogance and menacing air of a London aristocrat.

……

"Attention, this is the Supreme Command of Kyushu."

(Note that this is the Kyushu Supreme Command Headquarters.)

Liu Ming spoke, and his voice echoed in the command hall buried deep underground, causing the battle-hardened generals around him to straighten their backs.

"My name is Liu Ming. I am authorized to issue this final warning to the

unidentified fleet currently infringing upon our sovereign waters."

(My name is Liu Ming. I have been authorized to issue a final warning to the unidentified fleet that is currently violating my territorial waters sovereignty.)

At that moment, on the bridge of the USS Enterprise, General Smith, who had been laughing wildly, froze in his tracks.

He stared at the emergency communicator in front of him, its screen completely blacked out, yet suddenly emitting this voice message. The cigar in his hand trembled, and a long streak of ash fell onto his general's uniform.

"Fuck! Who is it? Who's talking on my channel?"

Smith roared furiously at the empty cabin.

However, Liu Ming's voice continued, steady and cold, like a sharp blade slowly cutting open a blood vessel.

"You have officially crossed the red line. Your presence is no longer a

navigation exercise, but a direct act of military aggression against the Long

Guo.

(You have officially crossed the red line. Your presence is no longer a navigation exercise, but a direct military invasion of the Dragon Kingdom.)

"From this moment, all your fire control systems are under our suppression. Your

radars are blind. Your engines are merely borrowed time.」

(From this moment on, all your fire control systems are under our control. Your radars are blind, and your engines are nothing more than time borrowed from death.)

Looking at the constantly ticking countdown on the holographic screen, Liu Ming's lips curled into a cruel yet wild smile.

He knew that the whole world was listening, including those who had once looked down on Kyushu and those who had tried to make Kyushu bow down with just a few broken ships.

"Turn around immediately. Exit our waters at maximum speed. This is your only

chance to avoid total destruction.」

(Turn around immediately. Withdraw from our waters as quickly as possible. This is your only chance to avoid total annihilation.)

"If the line remains crossed after the countdown, I will authorize the full

launch of the 『Dongfeng』 missile systems. Every ship in your fleet will become a

floating tomb.

(If the red line is still crossed by the end of the countdown, I will authorize the full-scale launch of the Dongfeng missile system, and every ship in your fleet will become a floating graveyard.)

……

In the city, the top leader and Old Lin stood side by side in front of the television.

"What a 'floating tomb'!"

Old Lin clenched his fists, his wrinkled face flushed red with extreme excitement. "This kid, his domineering aura, it's just like me back in the day!"

The top leader didn't speak, but simply watched the screen quietly. His eyes were deep, and he knew that what Liu Ming was doing was a declaration that this nation had been waiting for for a century.

……

General Smith, finally realizing what was happening aboard the mothership, roared into the microphone like an enraged bull:

"Liu Ming! You're a madman! You dare threaten me? You dare fire on the world's number one fleet? Can you bear the consequences?"

"as a result of?"

Liu Ming gave a contemptuous laugh in that cold command post.

He didn't respond to Smith's provocation; that would be too undignified.

He glanced at his watch, then extended a finger and pressed the red touch that signaled death.

"The countdown begins now."

(Countdown begins.)

Liu Ming's voice became unusually high-pitched at this moment, like the final death knell tolling under the rumbling thunder of the night sky.

"Ten!"

On the sea, the USS Enterprise, an aircraft carrier cutting through the waves, suddenly emitted a piercing screeching sound from its massive propellers. Its power output dropped by a staggering thirty percent in an instant! That was the electronic virus released by the Ghost Hand taking effect.

"Nine!"

Along the eastern coast of Kyushu, the camouflage netting at thirty mobile missile sites was simultaneously torn away. Pale blue trails of flame flickered uncertainly in the night. That was the breath of death.

"Eight!"

In front of the giant screen in Times Square, New York, thousands of Americans stopped in their tracks, watching the constantly changing numbers on the screen. Some were praying, and some were screaming.

For the first time, they realized how close war was to bustling Manhattan.

"Seven!"

General Smith stormed toward the control panel like a madman, punching and kicking the already paralyzed operators.

"Fire! Fire! Launch all the missiles!"

However, the operator shook his head, crying, "Sir... the system is locked! We can't even unlock the safety switch!"

"Six!"

Liu Ming's finger hovered steadily above the final launch confirmation button. Behind him, dozens of Kyushu generals stood at attention, none of them offering any advice. In their eyes, there was only a fanatical fervor called "revenge."

"Five!"

The whole world was so quiet that it seemed as if time itself had stopped flowing. Billions of people and billions of eyes were staring intently at the screen, at the young man who represented the fate of humanity.

He was smiling, a smile that was both cold and exquisitely beautiful.

"Four!"

The sea breeze howled, ruffling Liu Ming's graying temples. Under the dim red lights of the war preparedness, he exuded an almost divine majesty.

"Three!"

In the city, the high-ranking leader slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and softly said something.

"Go ahead and fight."

"For this beautiful land."

"Two!"

General Smith collapsed on the deck, staring at the vast, abyss-like Kyushu Sea. The sheer exhaustion from extreme fear left him too weak to even commit suicide. He knew he was finished.

The fleet behind them was finished too.

"One!"

Liu Ming's voice stopped abruptly at that moment.

His fingers, no longer hovering in the air, but carrying the anger that had been pent up in Kyushu for a century, and the dying wish of his father who died unjustly, pressed down hard.

Goodbye, Mr. Smith.

(Goodbye, Mr. Smith.)

In the final second, the world fell silent, except for the firelight that pierced the sky, illuminating the eternal night.

The eyes of the entire world were fixed on this moment.