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

Although the biggest cancers in the south of the city have been eradicated, the remaining poison has not been eliminated.

Some vested interests hiding in the shadows, seeing that force was ineffective, resorted to the most despicable underhanded trick—inciting the masses.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the once solemn and dignified entrance to the county party committee compound suddenly turned into chaos.

Several hundred people, a large and imposing crowd, blocked the main entrance. They held up white banners with black lettering that read, "Forced demolition, an outrage against nature," and "We need to survive, we need to eat," among other shocking slogans. The crowd consisted mostly of elderly men and women, pushed to the front, wailing and lamenting. Hidden behind them were several burly men with shifty eyes, clearly not good people, who were leading the protest at the top of their lungs.

"Come out! Let the county magistrate come out!"

"They're leaving us no way to survive! The government is driving people to their deaths!"

"Charge in! Demand an explanation from them!"

The noise and insults merged into a huge wave of sound, almost shattering the windows of the county government building.

The security guards at the gate were terrified. They were holding on tightly to the electric sliding gate, their faces pressed against the railing, and they were about to give way.

Inside the county committee building, chaos reigned.

Many government officials were peering out the windows, their faces ashen. Such mass incidents are the most taboo and difficult "bombs" to handle in officialdom; the slightest misstep could result in losing one's official position.

Wen Boyan paced anxiously in his office, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Where's Lei Tie? Why haven't the police arrived yet?!"

"County Magistrate, Director Lei and his men are maintaining order on the perimeter, but there are too many people, mostly elderly women. The police don't dare to use force! If they knock one down, the public outcry will be huge!" The secretary was also stamping his feet in anxiety.

Just at this critical moment, a person suddenly walked out from behind the electric door that was about to be collapsed by the crowd.

They didn't bring any police officers or security guards.

Just one person.

He was holding a large red handheld megaphone.

Liu Ming.

Wearing his camouflage uniform still covered in the dust of the southern city, he strode to the front of the crowd. Facing hundreds of pairs of angry, confused, and even hateful eyes, he did not back down at all. Instead, he jumped directly onto the stone block above the entrance, which was taller than a person.

"Sizzle—"

The loudspeaker emitted a piercing electrical hum, instantly drowning out the noise in the room.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, as if instinctively.

"I am Liu Ming! The commander-in-chief of the Chengnan Demolition Command Center!"

Liu Ming's voice resounded throughout the venue through the loudspeaker, carrying an undeniable penetrating power.

"Who said we're going to use force to demolish your homes? Who said we're not giving you a way to survive? Stand up! Say it to my face!"

After a brief silence, the burly man who seemed to be the leader of the crowd darted around, his eyes darting about. He immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't listen to his lies! It's him! Yesterday he was driving a bulldozer recklessly through the south of the city! He was even trying to arrest people! Don't believe him! Charge in!"

"Yes! Charge in!"

"Down with violent forced evictions!"

The crowd stirred again, and several agitated elderly men, brandishing their canes, tried to rush inside.

Standing on high ground, Liu Ming's gaze was sharp as lightning, instantly locking onto the man who had instigated the disturbance.

He sneered, raised the loudspeaker, and the sound suddenly rose eight octaves, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

"Let's see who dares to make a move!"

This furious shout, carrying the murderous aura of a special forces king who had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, actually silenced the restless crowd. Several elderly men and women in front, startled by this imposing manner, instinctively stopped in their tracks.

Liu Ming looked down at the man in the lead and pointed his finger directly at him.

"You! The one in the black vest! Don't hide!"

"You accuse us of forced eviction? Fine, I'll ask you, which village in the south of the city are you from? Where is your house located? How much of your property are we going to demolish? How much less compensation did we give you? Can you answer those questions?!"

The man was taken aback, clearly not expecting Liu Ming to suddenly become hostile, and stammered, "I...I'm...I'm from Wangjiatun! You...you just gave me too little!"

"Wangjiatun?"

Liu Ming smiled, a smile so cold it sent chills down your spine.

"Wangjiatun was completely demolished three years ago! Now it's a newly built resettlement community! Was your house built by ghosts?!"

Whoosh—!

A commotion immediately erupted in the crowd. Those who were unaware of the situation turned to look at the man, their eyes filled with suspicion.

Liu Ming pressed her advantage, giving the other party no chance to catch their breath.

"Fellow villagers! Open your eyes and see clearly! Are these people who are leading the disturbance today really your neighbors? Are they really your relatives?"

"They've been taken bribes and are deliberately using you as pawns!"

"Our command's policies have been posted long ago! One-for-one replacement, plus relocation allowance! Every single one is for everyone's benefit! With Wang Quangui and his gang of bloodsuckers down, your lives will only get better! Who's afraid? Who's panicking? It's those who want to continue sucking your blood!"

His words were piercing and hit the nail on the head.

The anger in the eyes of those who had been incited gradually subsided, replaced by reflection and hesitation.

"Yeah... I don't think I've seen this person before..."

"That guy in the black vest just gave me two hundred yuan to hold up the sign..."

"Have we been scammed?"

Seeing the situation was spiraling out of control, the man in the black vest panicked. He pulled a brick from his pocket and roared viciously, "Don't listen to his nonsense! He's just trying to divide us! Everyone, follow me! Smash the county government building!"

As he spoke, he swung a brick and was about to rush in.

"court death."

A cold glint flashed in Liu Ming's eyes.

He leaped down from the stone pier like a cheetah hunting its prey, bypassing the rows of elderly people in front of him and appearing in front of the man in an instant.

Before the other party could react, Liu Ming's large hand had already gripped his neck tightly like an iron clamp.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

That burly man weighing 180 pounds was lifted up by Liu Ming with one hand and then slammed heavily to the ground!

The brick slipped from his hand, and the man curled up like a shrimp in pain, unable to even scream.

Liu Ming stepped on his chest, looked up and surveyed the surroundings. No one dared to meet his gaze.

Those thugs who had originally intended to join the commotion were terrified at the sight of this scene. They quietly dropped their weapons and shrank into the crowd.

I'll say it again.

Liu Ming's voice was calm yet full of intimidation.

"We reason with people and we abide by the law. Legitimate demands should be made at the petition office, where I, Liu Ming, will personally receive and resolve them. But if it's someone instigating a mob to storm a state organ..."

He pressed down slightly with his foot, and the man on the ground let out a pig-like scream.

"This is what happens!"

The entire room fell silent.

A moment later, someone took the lead and threw away the banner. Then, more and more people began to disperse. The elderly men and women looked at each other, sighed, shook their heads, and left.

A mass incident that could have triggered a major earthquake was thus resolved by Liu Ming alone, with just her words and her fist.

upstairs.

Standing by the window, Wen Boyan looked down at the figure standing as straight as a javelin and let out a long breath; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

"This kid... he's truly a genius."

Liu Ming did not rush back to claim credit.

He crouched down and pulled a cell phone from the pocket of the man who was still groaning.

Open the call log.

The most recent call was just five minutes ago.

The nickname consists of only one character: **厉**.

Liu Ming looked at that word, a cold smile curving her lips.

He stood up, dusted off his hands, and said calmly to the still-connected phone:

"Secretary Li, this performance has been a disaster. Shouldn't I go on stage and sing a few lines too?"