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

Although the farce in front of the county government building had ended, Liu Ming knew very well that this was only a temporary solution. To truly address the root cause, he needed to visit the group's stronghold.

Deep in the southern part of the city, there is a famous alley called "Pig Dragon Alley".

The alleys here are narrow, sewage flows freely, and illegal buildings are piled up like tumors, making it impossible for even fire trucks to get in. This is also the hideout of the last and most stubborn gangs in the south of the city.

At this moment, a large crowd of three or four hundred people had gathered in an open space deep in the alley.

The leader was a burly man with a pockmarked face, nicknamed "Pockmarked Qiang." He was a staunch follower of Wang Quangui and a notorious outlaw in the south of the city. With Wang Quangui imprisoned, he had become the temporary leader of this group of scattered thugs.

"Brothers! That Liu guy is going too far! He cut off our livelihood and even arrested our boss! Can we let this go?"

Ma Ziqiang stood on an abandoned millstone, brandishing a rusty machete, spitting as he spoke. The group of idle thugs below were also incited, howling and shouting, each holding steel pipes, chains, and even homemade firearms. The atmosphere was as simmering as a powder keg.

"Let's fight them!"

"This alley is too narrow for their cars to get in! If they dare to come in, we'll trap them!"

Just as the group was shouting and making a ruckus, a series of synchronized footsteps suddenly came from the alley entrance.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Dull, powerful, with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Ma Ziqiang was stunned for a moment, then craned his neck to look outside.

From the dust at the alley entrance, the first person to emerge was Liu Ming, dressed in camouflage and without any protective gear.

Behind him, fifty "Dragon Shield Security" team members dressed in black combat uniforms, holding riot shields and rubber batons, formed a tight assault formation, like a black steel wall, slowly pressing forward.

No nonsense, no attempts to persuade them to surrender.

Liu Ming merely glanced at the mob, then raised his hand and gently waved it downwards.

"Clean up the trash."

Four words, as cold and ruthless as a judge's vermilion pen.

"kill!"

Fifty retired special forces soldiers roared in unison, their voices like thunder, shaking the windows on both sides of the alley.

"Damn it! What are you afraid of! Brothers, let's go! Kill them!" Although Ma Ziqiang was a little scared, he had no choice but to shout and lead the charge.

The two collided instantly!

But this was not a close battle at all; it was a one-sided crushing defeat.

These thugs, who usually only bullied honest people and extorted protection money, had never seen real tactical teamwork before. They charged around like headless flies, their steel pipes hitting the riot shields with only dull thuds, leaving not even a mark.

The Dragon Shield team members' movements were concise yet deadly.

Shield parry, baton thrust.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Each swing of the baton struck the thugs' joints and ribs with precision.

Screams erupted one after another in an instant.

The hundreds of thugs who had been so aggressive just moments before were instantly routed, like waves crashing against rocks.

"Hold on, you fucking idiots! Don't back down!"

Ma Ziqiang got angry. He raised his machete, saw an opening, and swung it down at one of his team members' heads.

However, before the knife could fall, a large hand suddenly reached out from the side and gripped his wrist tightly.

It's Liu Ming.

He was like a ghost, strolling leisurely across the chaotic battlefield, and no one could withstand a single move from him.

"You..." Ma Ziqiang stared in horror at the face so close to his.

"Your knife is too slow."

Liu Ming's lips curled up slightly, and she suddenly twisted her wrist with force.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking was crisp and piercing.

Ma Ziqiang let out a pig-like scream, and the knife in his hand clattered to the ground. Before he could react, Liu Ming's knee strike had already landed squarely on his stomach.

Liu Ming used a clever technique in this attack, which would neither kill the person nor cause them unbearable pain.

Ma Ziqiang's body was curled up at a ninety-degree angle like a boiled shrimp, foaming at the mouth, and he collapsed limply to the ground, too weak to even beg for mercy.

"The boss is down!"

"Run!"

Seeing that their leader had been killed in an instant, the remaining thugs lost all will to fight. They abandoned their weapons and armor and turned to try to disappear into the depths of the alley.

"Trying to run away?"

Liu Ming stood on the millstone, watching the fleeing soldiers scatter in all directions, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, focusing his energy in his dantian, and with a resonant roar, he unleashed a furious sound powerful enough to shatter one's courage:

"All of you—get down on your knees!"

This roar, mixed with the terrifying aura he had accumulated from countless life-and-death battles on the border, exploded like a thunderclap in the narrow alley!

The roar surged and soared into the sky!

The hundreds of thugs who were fleeing felt a "buzz" in their heads, as if they had been hit hard with a heavy hammer. Their legs went weak instantly, and their souls trembled.

That's a biological instinct, the fear of apex predators!

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!

Like wheat being harvested, hundreds of people actually threw down their weapons, covered their heads, and lay trembling on the ground at that roar, not daring to lift their heads!

The entire Pig Dragon Alley fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Only Liu Ming's slightly heavy breathing echoed in the air.

When Lei Tie arrived with a large number of police officers, he was met with this extremely shocking scene:

The ground was covered with thugs lying face down, a dark mass like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Among them stood a young man in camouflage, his posture upright as a pine tree, like an invincible war god.

Lei Tie swallowed hard, looking at the "prisoners of war" scattered all over the ground, feeling that his worldview had been refreshed once again.

"This...that's it?"

The hundreds of police officers he brought didn't even have time to pull out their batons.

Liu Ming jumped off the millstone, dusted himself off, walked up to Lei Tie, and offered him a cigarette.

"Director Lei, the remaining cleaning work is yours."

"These people all have criminal records. Investigate them one by one, sentence those who should be sentenced, and imprison those who should be imprisoned. I want this area in the south of the city to be completely clean."

Lei Tie took the cigarette, looked into Liu Ming's eyes which were calm to the point of being frightening, and nodded heavily.

"Brother Liu, don't worry. After today, if even a single fly dares to fly around in the south of the city, I, Lei Tie, will change my name!"

sunset.

Police cars escorted the dejected thugs away from the south of the city.

The residents who were secretly observing from behind the windows were moved to tears by the sight of this "spectacle" that they hadn't seen in decades.

The malignant tumor that had lingered in the south of the city for decades has finally been completely eradicated.

Liu Ming stood at the entrance of the alley, watching the lights of thousands of homes gradually illuminate the distance, and let out a long sigh.

"The floor is clean."

He took out his phone and sent a message to Xi Wanqing.

"The demolition office will be on site tomorrow. This time, no one will dare to stop them."