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

The sirens blared as they approached, piercing the noise of the highway.

Three ambulances and two highway patrol cars arrived at the scene almost simultaneously. The flashing red and blue lights illuminated the road, and the paramedics jumped out of the vehicles, carrying a stretcher towards the badly damaged Audi A6. The traffic police quickly set up a cordon and began to direct the congested traffic behind them.

The once empty emergency lane instantly became noisy and crowded.

This was the opportunity Liu Ming had been waiting for.

He stood on the periphery of the crowd, watching the figures in white coats skillfully take over the scene, and watching the old man named Han Zhengyang being carefully lifted onto a stretcher, with even an oxygen mask fastened on him.

"I'm gone."

Liu Ming patted Nangong Yao beside her, her voice so low that only the two of them could hear it.

"Leaving already?" Nangong Yao raised an eyebrow, her captivating eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, sweeping over the bustling crowd. "The police haven't even come to take your statement yet. Aren't you, this 'unsung hero,' planning to stay and receive some recognition? Or... let the media interview you, this 'most beautiful passerby'?"

"Not interested."

Liu Ming turned around, not even glancing at the important figure he had pulled back from the brink of death.

He casually took off the bespoke suit jacket, stained with blood and oil, crumpled it up, and tossed it into a roadside trash can.

The movements were graceful, crisp, and without the slightest hesitation.

"trouble."

He uttered only those two words, then opened the Porsche door and climbed inside.

For him, saving lives was simply an instinct, a professional habit ingrained in his bones. As for who he was saving, whose father it was, or which high-ranking official he was saving, he didn't care at all.

Moreover, his current identity is sensitive.

A deputy secretary about to report to the municipal youth league committee has already made headlines in the social news before even taking office, which is not a good thing in officialdom. Keeping a low profile is the camouflage he needs most right now.

Seeing his eagerness to avoid her, Nangong Yao shrugged helplessly, then a playful smile appeared on her lips.

"Alright, I'll do as you say. Once the deed is done, I'll leave without a trace, keeping my merits and fame hidden."

She got into the driver's seat and started the engine.

……

Next to the ambulance.

Although Han Zhengyang was put on an oxygen mask and his body was unable to move due to the excruciating pain, he remained remarkably clear-headed.

It is a composure that remains unchanged even when faced with a collapsing mountain, having been through countless battles.

The accompanying doctor was anxiously monitoring his vital signs, while the secretary beside him was sweating profusely, constantly reporting the situation to the provincial authorities over the phone.

"Mr. Han, how are you feeling? Hang in there, we're on our way to the hospital!" The secretary's voice trembled.

Han Zhengyang ignored his secretary's chatter.

He turned his head with difficulty, his gaze passing over the swaying figures, and fixed on the bright red Porsche that was slowly starting up not far away.

He saw the young man.

The young man sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window with an indifferent expression, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him. He threw away the expensive coat as if it were a wad of waste paper.

That composure, that cool demeanor, and the swift and decisive methods and superb medical skills he displayed when saving lives...

This is something that an ordinary rich kid or a nobody could possibly possess.

This young man is interesting.

"Write it down..."

Han Zhengyang laboriously raised his finger and pointed to the rear of the Porsche, his voice weak but clear.

"What?" The secretary was taken aback and quickly leaned closer. "Mr. Han, what did you say?"

"License plate number..."

Han Zhengyang took a deep breath, enduring the sharp pain in his chest, and read out that extremely arrogant string of numbers, word by word.

"Ning A·88888".

"Investigate...this car, and...that person."

After saying this, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and slowly closed his eyes.

The secretary was stunned.

He looked back, only to see the red sports car transform into a streak of light and disappear into the end of the rolling traffic.

Ning A·88888?

Isn't this... the car of the Nangong family, the richest family in Jiangnan Province?

Could the young man who saved the person be from the Nangong family?

……

Inside the Porsche, jazz music started playing again.

As Nangong Yao skillfully overtook the car, she turned her head and joked, "Hey, I say, Master Liu, you just threw away a ticket to 'Tongtian' (a legendary martial arts sect). That old man may have looked disheveled, but his demeanor and the license plate of that car were definitely not ordinary. If you left your name, you might be able to walk around Ningzhou with impunity in the future."

"The ones that walk sideways are crabs."

Liu Ming adjusted her seat to make herself more comfortable, casually took out the plain white business card, looked at it, and then tossed it onto the center console.

"Besides, I've already received payment."

"Compensation?" Nangong Yao glanced at the business card. "That's it? A worthless piece of paper without even a title?"

"That's called a favor."

Liu Ming closed her eyes, a faint smile curving her lips.

"Sometimes in this world, a piece of paper is more useful than a box of gold bars. Of course, that is, if... you know how to use it."

He didn't care who Han Zhengyang was.

He was confident that even without this business card, he could make a name for himself in Ningzhou.

But since fate led him to save this person, this business card might one day become an unexpected piece on his chessboard.

This is game theory.

It's also about layout.

"Fine, fine, you're right." Nangong Yao shook her head helplessly. "But that suit you were wearing was specially ordered for you from Milan, it cost over 80,000 yuan, and you just threw it away like that?"

"It's dirty," Liu Ming said calmly.

"You spendthrift!" Nangong Yao chuckled and scolded, but pressed the accelerator even harder.

The red sports car sped along in the sunset, like a burning flame, rushing towards that steel forest full of opportunities and challenges.

The high-rise buildings of Ningzhou are already within reach.

Liu Ming slowly opened his eyes, watching the city silhouette getting closer and closer. The languor in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by the excitement and sharpness of a hunter about to step into the hunting ground.

He seeks neither fame nor fortune.

He's only here to... conquer.

As for the old man he saved and the terrifying car accident, they were just insignificant little episodes before this new journey began for him.

Doing good deeds anonymously?

No.

He simply doesn't need to become famous this way.

Because soon, the entire Ningzhou will know the name "Liu Ming".

In a more shocking way.