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

The morning at Ningzhou Port was not noisy because of the news that shocked the world.

On the contrary, it was deathly still.

All the foreign cargo ships at this moment were like giant beasts that had lost their souls, quietly resting at their berths.

The sailors stood on the deck, staring blankly at the Pangu reactor complex that rose from the ground in the distance, shimmering with a futuristic silver light.

That was a miracle.

It is also the death knell for the complete collapse of the civilization behind them.

……

Meanwhile, across the ocean, in Manhattan.

Inside those skyscrapers on Wall Street that once controlled the global economic lifeline, one of the most insane events in human history is unfolding.

"Sell! Sell it all! Throw away all your oil futures, coal contracts, and natural gas options!"

A partner at a top investment bank is currently roaring hysterically.

His voice was hoarse, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead onto the floor of the expensive leather desk.

"Nobody's willing to buy! Sir! Our counterparties are completely empty!"

The trader despairingly removed his headphones, slumped into his chair, his eyes as empty as an abyss.

"The moment the Dragon Kingdom announced that electricity prices would drop to three cents, all fossil fuels in the world became meaningless black water and black rocks."

"Our assets... have been wiped out."

Reset to zero.

This word was like a cold scythe, instantly severing the throat of the Western financial world.

The petrodollar system, the cornerstone that has supported Western hegemony for half a century, collapsed into nothingness at this moment.

……

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Heavy footsteps echoed through the white palace corridors.

Those usually arrogant and conceited politicians in suits looked ashen-faced, as if their spines had been removed.

Inside the meeting room.

The president of the hegemonic superpower stared intently at the global distribution map of the "Pangu" power grid of the Dragon Kingdom.

His eyes, which were once filled with greed and confidence, were now filled only with primal fear.

"Is this what Liu Ming meant by 'changing lanes to overtake'?"

The president's voice was soft, yet carried a melancholy tone of someone nearing the end of their life.

"Without the backing of oil trade, our currency is just a pile of worthless paper, and without the expensive energy taxes, our army can't even get a plane flying."

He turned his head and looked at the staff who had devised countless "sanction plans".

"Tell me, is there any other way for us besides surrendering?"

No one spoke.

There was only a suffocating silence in the air.

And, faintly, the roars of angry crowds storming the White House fence could be heard outside the window.

……

this day.

The whole world is trembling.

The London Stock Exchange experienced a complete circuit breaker, with the index dropping to zero.

On the streets of Paris, gas stations were occupied by angry citizens who felt that even washing their hands was too dirty to handle the expensive gasoline.

The once incredibly wealthy crown princes of the Middle East are now waiting anxiously outside the city's red walls.

They no longer hold crude oil contracts in their hands.

Instead, they were humble, desperate applications begging to be integrated into the Dragon Nation's energy network.

……

In the city.

High-Tech Industry Department of the National Development and Reform Commission.

Liu Ming sat on the somewhat worn rattan chair, holding a half-painted enamel teacup in her hand.

The aroma of tea lingers, and the steam rises gently.

On the screen in front of him, live footage of the chaos in major Western cities was being broadcast.

Firelight, cries, and those foreign faces etched with despair.

"Boss."

Ghost Hand pushed the door open and came in, holding a newly translated top-secret telegram.

"They've completely given up. Their president, prime minister, and prime minister just sent a joint letter of appeal for peace via the 'Star Swirl' satellite system."

"They said they were willing to accept all the conditions we had previously proposed, as long as we could run the cable over there and help them stabilize their residential power supply, which was on the verge of collapse."

"Oh."

Liu Ming took a sip of tea, a cruel yet gleeful sneer curling at the corner of her lips.

"Now you want to make peace?"

"When they cut off our chip supply, why didn't they think about today?"

"When they left our businesses displaced overseas, why didn't they think about today?"

Liu Ming put down his teacup, and the bloodthirsty glint that belonged to "Shura" flashed in his eyes once again.

"Tell them that Kyushu's electricity is not sold to those who don't follow the rules."

"If you want energy, you can have it."

"First, shut down their core laboratories, dismantle their patent barriers, and disband their entire military."

"I want them to remember, every second from now on, every single kilowatt-hour of electricity they use, that it is a gift from Kyushu."

……

Ghost Hand was stunned.

Looking at Liu Ming's upright figure, he felt an unprecedented sense of awe.

This man truly turned the world upside down.

"Yes, boss! I'll go and reply to them right away!"

Ghost Hand ran out excitedly, knowing that this reply would be the final straw that broke the back of Western arrogance.

……

late at night.

The evening breeze in the city is refreshing and pleasant.

Liu Ming walked out of the office, stood on the high steps, and looked down at the brightly lit city.

Without the pollution of coal smoke and the anxiety of energy, the entire city, illuminated by fusion energy, is as beautiful as a dream.

He recalled ten years ago when his father collapsed on that dark, rainy night, killed by those parasites who strangled the future of Kyushu for their own selfish interests.

He recalled how, on the border, his comrades had risked their lives to block the enemy's heavy machine guns in order to protect that sliver of hope.

Now, all those sacrifices have been rewarded in the most perfect way.

"dad."

Liu Ming looked up at the brightest star in the night sky and murmured softly.

"This round."

"My son not only won."

"Restore the rules of the whole world."

"It all went according to our wishes."

In the distance, the sound of fireworks celebrating spontaneously by the local people could be heard.

The multicolored lights illuminated Liu Ming's stern yet gratified face.

……

At this moment, in the distant west.

Countless once high-ranking elites slowly knelt down, facing the rising sun in the east.

They finally, completely understood.

Starting from this second.

The rulers of this planet. The navigators of human civilization.

Substitution.

In the East, there was that giant dragon they once regarded as a "threat".

At this moment, it is in an absolutely invincible position.

Looking down, there is a pond called "Earth".

"Buzzing—"

The skies above the city have become an international aviation exhibition hall these past few days, with special planes painted with the flags of various countries rushing to land in that ancient Eastern capital like flocks of migratory birds eager to return to their nests.

The airport's runways were so overloaded that a nearby military airfield had to be temporarily requisitioned to park those priceless private vehicles.

These people are not here for a meeting, nor are they here for tourism; they are here on a "pilgrimage."

Outside the auditorium.