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

Even the sharpest blade must eventually be sheathed.

When the nation's fortunes were at their zenith, and when those holes that they had once had to fill with their lives were finally plugged one by one, Liu Ming knew that it was time for these brothers who had followed him through hell for over a decade to start living like human beings.

He granted indefinite leave to everyone in the Dragon Fang Squad.

This is more than just a vacation. This is what he earned for his brothers...the rest of their lives.

In the annual global dividends of the Nangong Group, there is a specially established "Dragon Shield Fund" with a figure large enough to make the finance minister of any country envious. It is the legacy left to them by Liu Ming.

With each of them earning over a billion yuan a year, these soldiers, who used to be so poor they had to mooch off each other to buy a pack of cigarettes, are now all unfathomable, hidden tycoons in the city's social circles.

……

The tanks were the first to "fall".

This tough guy, who could tear apart armored vehicles with his bare hands on the battlefield, was eventually won over by a hot girl who ran a noodle shop in Ningzhou.

Tank now owns a villa with a large yard in the city's third ring road area. The first thing he does every morning is no longer check his guns, but instead eagerly follow his wife around, helping her carry the heavy shopping basket.

"I call this a strategic shift! You guys don't know anything!"

Faced with his brothers' teasing, Tank would always stick his neck out, changing his son's diaper while retorting in a gruff voice, "Killing the enemy on the battlefield is instinct, taking care of your wife at home is skill! You disagree? Let's fight one-on-one!"

Of course, no one dared to challenge him to a duel, because everyone was afraid of being accidentally injured by his wife's rolling pin.

Lone Wolf has changed too. His once cold eyes, which used to be fixed only on the sniper scope, are now focused more on the sheet music.

He married a girl who played the cello in a performing arts troupe. She was gentle and soft-spoken, and she completely washed away the gunpowder smell from him.

Now, Lone Wolf occasionally wears a well-fitting white shirt and sits in a corner of the concert hall, applauding his wife like an elegant gentleman.

Only when he occasionally passes by a shooting club and hears the familiar sound of gunfire will his fingers involuntarily twitch. Then, he will gently take his wife's hand and continue to disappear into the ordinary life of the city.

Poison Doctor, Vulture, Ghost Hand... These killing gods, who were originally destined to grow old alone, were like lone wolves who had found water in the wilderness after being "kicked" out of the battlefield by Liu Ming. They greedily absorbed the warmth of life.

They stepped down from their front lines; some took on honorary professorships at universities, some became high-end security consultants, and some simply opened bookstores under assumed names.

They have more money than they can spend, and as long as Liu Ming is around, no one in the entire land of Kyushu will dare to touch them.

……

But those who are used to being passionate can't shake off that inner drive.

Every weekend, the courtyard house in the city, bathed in the red glow of the setting sun, comes alive again.

"Sizzle—" The succulent lamb leg was placed on the charcoal fire, the fat dripping down and igniting a ball of red flames. The rich aroma of meat instantly filled the entire alley.

"Tank! Keep your hands steady! You're overcooking the meat!"

Ghost Hand was dressed in a designer hoodie, but he was holding a tattered fan and fanning the oven incessantly while giving instructions.

"Get lost! I've never missed a shot with a cannon, how could I possibly miss while grilling meat?"

Tank, shirtless and sweating profusely, held a freshly opened bottle of ice-cold beer in his hand. "Boss, here you go!"

Liu Ming sat on a wicker chair under the jujube tree, casually catching the flying wine bottle with a swift motion. Today, he was wearing a faded old T-shirt, holding his son Liu Nian, who had just learned to walk, in his arms, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.

"Wanqing, Yaoyao, Xiaoxiao! The meat is almost ready, bring out the plate!"

Liu Ming shouted into the house.

"Why are you rushing me! The child just changed clothes!"

Nangong Yao's voice came from inside the house, still carrying that queenly domineering aura, but with a touch more of the efficiency of a matriarch.

A moment later, three stunningly beautiful women emerged, carrying washed fruit and tableware. Behind them followed several family members of the Dragon Fang team members, their laughter filling the air.

This scene has no trace of the chilling atmosphere of "a gathering of killing gods"; it is clearly a most ordinary yet most touching "family reunion".

"Boss."

Lone Wolf walked over with a wine glass and sat down next to Liu Ming. Looking at the laughter and merriment filling the courtyard, and at the carefree smiles of his brothers who had once struggled among piles of corpses, his eyes welled up slightly.

Thanks.

"Lone Wolf said softly."

Liu Ming took a sip of ice-cold beer, gazing at the fiery sunset clouds on the horizon, her eyes as deep as the starry sky.

"Why are you thanking me?"

"Thank you for taking us home."

Lone Wolf pointed to the smoke and fire in front of him, "Back in the forest, I dreamed of drinking a bowl of hot mutton soup and sleeping soundly without having to open my eyes. I thought that would never happen to me."

Liu Ming fell silent. He reached out and clinked glasses heavily with Lone Wolf.

"This peaceful and prosperous era was won by our own efforts."

Liu Ming's voice was soft, yet it carried a weighty, fateful quality.

"Now that we've taken it, we have to protect it, protect this place, protect these old brothers."

"Come on! Stop dawdling! Let's get started!"

Tank roared from the other side, tore off a piece of greasy mutton with his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and slurped it up because it was so hot.

"Cheers!!!"

Dozens of bottles collided together, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

That night, Liu Ming drank a lot of alcohol. He watched Tank and Lei Tie arguing about whether Nine-Finger Strong was more durable or the Western general was more cowardly. He watched Chen Momo and Lin Xiaoxiao discussing the latest parenting tips.

He watched as Xi Wanqing and Nangong Yao exchanged a smile and tacitly draped their coats over him.

At that moment, Liu Ming truly felt that she finally possessed the whole world.

We won't leave until we're drunk.