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

The crystal doors opened, and melodious piano music flowed through the hall like water.

All eyes were drawn to the three stunning figures, but at this almost sacred moment, the side door of the banquet hall was quietly pushed open a crack.

With a cold expression, Lone Wolf strode quickly to Liu Ming's side, leaned down slightly, and whispered a few words in Liu Ming's ear.

Liu Ming's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. He glanced at the three brides who were walking slowly down the red carpet, surrounded by their bridesmaids, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Have him wait for me in the side hall for five minutes. Also, conduct a body search. Don't let him bring in any metal objects except his mouth and that item," Liu Ming instructed in a low voice.

"Understood, boss. That guy's shaking like a leaf; he probably doesn't even have the strength to hold a gun."

The lone wolf sneered and quietly retreated into the shadows.

……

The side room was lavishly furnished, with famous oil paintings on the walls and a crystal chandelier showcasing the owner's taste. But the man standing there at the moment had no time to notice any of that.

He was dressed in an extremely formal tailcoat, with blond hair, blue eyes, a high nose, and deep-set eyes. He was none other than Williams, the senior national security advisor to the current president of that Western hegemonic country.

A month ago, if Williams had walked the red carpet in any country in the world, he would have been the center of attention. He represented the supreme will of a superpower that had dominated the earth for half a century.

But today, on this private island far from the mainland.

This high-ranking national security advisor, like a schoolboy who has made a mistake and is waiting to be scolded by the principal, nervously rubbed his sweaty hands.

He would never forget that day. When those two nuclear-powered aircraft carriers were paralyzed by an invisible pulse in the East China Sea, and when Captain Smith of the USS Enterprise tearfully begged to surrender over the radio, the entire White House was gripped by an apocalyptic panic.

Their proud military hegemony was like a paper toy in front of that Eastern man known as "Liu Ming".

It was a crushing defeat, where they didn't even get a chance to touch their opponent and were completely humiliated.

"Click".

The door to the side hall was pushed open.

Liu Ming walked in without any bodyguards, his hands in his suit trouser pockets, and strolled leisurely to the leather sofa in the main seat.

"Mr. Liu... it's an honor to meet you."

Williams bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle almost reflexively, his voice trembling with extreme nervousness, and his fluent English sounded incredibly dry at that moment.

Liu Ming ignored his bow. He sat down directly, casually straightened his cuffs, and calmly fixed his gaze on Williams's pale face.

"Mr. Williams," Liu Ming said, his perfect London accent carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Today is my wedding day. I'll only give you three minutes. If what you say doesn't interest me, I'll have the security guards outside throw you into the Pacific Ocean to feed the sharks."

This was no joke, Williams was convinced that the man before him had a hundred ways to make him disappear from the world without a sound, and that not even his country would dare to utter a sound.

"Mr. Liu! Please calm down!"

Williams, ignoring the cold sweat on his forehead, hurriedly pulled a black metal combination lock box from his briefcase (which had already been carefully inspected by Lone Wolf).

He held the box in both hands, walked quickly to the coffee table, and respectfully placed it down.

"This is a 'gift' that His Excellency the President of our country specially sent on my behalf to celebrate your marriage."

"Oh?" Liu Ming raised an eyebrow slightly.

Williams entered the password, and with a "click," the box popped open. Inside were no checks or jewelry, only a tiny crystal file that shimmered with a ghostly blue light.

"Mr. Liu, after that naval battle, we deeply realized your country's absolute leading position in the military and technological fields. We also realized the foolishness and arrogance of our previous provocative actions."

Williams swallowed hard, his tone extremely humble.

"His Excellency the President of our country hopes to establish a new peaceful relationship with you and the Dragon Kingdom behind you, based on mutual respect."

"As a token of our sincerity, this archive contains the most core, and currently the most advanced, preliminary model data of our country's 'dark matter energy fission', which is also the most advanced in the world."

Upon hearing this, even Ghost Hand, who was eavesdropping outside the door, couldn't help but gasp.

Dark matter energy! It's the ultimate energy source, existing only in science fiction novels and the imaginations of top physics laboratories! If this technology is real, it will completely overturn existing nuclear fusion theories, allowing humanity to leap directly into the interstellar age!

That major Western power actually brought out its most secret life-saving technique?

This guy was really hurt by Liu Ming and was terrified of being beaten!

"You guys are really willing to spend a lot."

Liu Ming didn't show much surprise. He leaned back on the sofa, his slender fingers gently tapping on the crystal plate.

He knew very well that Westerners never gave gifts for nothing. They did it to buy themselves a chance to survive.

Although the two carrier strike groups have been disarmed, the tens of thousands of detained soldiers and the "space-based weapons" hanging over their heads at any moment are like a decapitation sword held to their necks.

They were afraid, afraid that the Dragon Kingdom would really seize the opportunity to strike and completely wipe them off their throne as the world's hegemon.

"Mr. Liu."

Williams looked at Liu Ming almost pleadingly, "We only ask that you show mercy and leave us a way out. As long as you agree to sign the Memorandum of Understanding on Non-Aggression and Technology Sharing in the Maritime Zones, our country is willing to fully cooperate with China's strategic steps in future international affairs."

This is a complete surrender; it is the last letter of surrender from the once invincible Western hegemon, as it roars like the Eastern dragon.

Looking at Williams' servile demeanor, Liu Ming recalled the humiliation and suffering this land had endured over the past century.

Those unequal treaties, those technological blockades that strangled us, and those martyrs who bled and sacrificed their lives on the border.

Today, this blood debt spanning a century has finally been repaid, with interest.

"I'll accept the things."

Liu Ming picked up the crystal plate and casually put it into her pocket.

He stood up, looking down at Williams with a cold and domineering smile.

"Go back and tell your president."

"The rise of Kyushu is an inevitable historical trend, and any stumbling block that tries to stop this tide will be crushed."

"Since you have chosen to bow your heads..."

Liu Ming turned and walked towards the door, leaving behind only a sentence that made Williams feel both relieved and terrified.

"As long as you know the rules, that's good."

"Remember this, from now on on this earth."

"It's us, and we call the shots."

The main door closed, leaving only Williams in the side hall. He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, as if he had just escaped death.

Outside the door, the climax of the Wedding March roared in.

Liu Ming straightened his bow tie and looked at the three breathtakingly beautiful women at the end of the red carpet, who were gazing at him with tears in their eyes.

In his eyes, the icy chill of killing was gone, replaced by an ultimate gentleness capable of melting everything.

"I am coming."

Liu Ming strode towards his happiness.