The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

Dragon Kingdom, Beijing International Airport.

The arrival hall was bustling with people.

He Jing stared intently at the electronic display screen above the international arrivals channel, almost as if she were desperately waiting.

The flight from across the ocean had already changed its status to "arrived," and her heart was beating faster and faster with each passing second.

"Minister Li, why is time... passing so slowly?"

He Jing couldn't help but ask again in a low voice, her voice filled with anxiety and anticipation, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

Li Weiguo, standing beside him, smiled wryly to himself, but maintained a gentle and patient demeanor on his face.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry. The plane just landed, and it will take time to collect our luggage and go through customs. We came two hours early, so the wait will feel especially long."

At this moment, he, the Minister of Security, looked more like an ordinary middle-aged man accompanying a friend to pick them up at the airport, but his sharp eyes had already scanned the surrounding environment countless times to ensure absolute safety.

The two-hour wait felt like an eternity.

Finally, amidst the bustling crowd, a figure appeared, instantly capturing He Jing's attention and also invigorating Li Weiguo.

Zeng Long (Ling Ye) came out.

His simple black casual outfit couldn't hide his tall, upright figure of nearly 1.9 meters and his unique aura.

A pair of sunglasses covered half of his face, but couldn't hide his hard jawline and tightly pursed thin lips.

He carried a sizable tactical backpack on his back, his steps were steady and precise, and he moved with an invisible sense of rhythm.

Like a cheetah that has sheathed its claws yet remains captivating, it stands out from the hurried travelers around it.

Behind the sunglasses, those sharp eyes, like the most efficient scanner, were analyzing every detail of the hall at lightning speed:

Surveillance camera angles, security personnel positions, potential threat points, optimal movement and evacuation routes... This is an instinct ingrained in his bones, regardless of where he is or why he is there.

Stepping onto this land, a complex sense of unfamiliarity mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible, stirring feeling welled up in his heart.

Is this where the so-called "root" lies? But immediately, a stronger vigilance and an icy will suppressed that softness.

He is Zero; vigilance and survival are his top priorities.

When passing through customs, he handed over the flawless identity documents (alias Zeng Long, exchange student) prepared by Baroque through Li Weiguo.

Customs officers carefully checked the information, then looked up and sized up the young man whose demeanor was too cold and dangerous, before finally stamping the entry stamp on the impeccable documents.

"Welcome to the Dragon Kingdom." A formulaic voice.

Zeng Long nodded slightly, took the passport, and walked through the gate expressionlessly, officially stepping onto the land of the Dragon Kingdom.

Li Weiguo immediately went to greet him.

At a distance of about two meters, he offered a warm yet measured smile and extended his hand:

"Are you Zeng Long? I'm Mr. Li. Mr. Baroque informed you of your flight. Welcome back to China!"

Zeng Long stopped and looked at Li Weiguo through his sunglasses.

He extended his hand to shake hands with Li Weiguo, with just the right amount of pressure.

At the same time, his other hand rested very naturally, even somewhat familiarly, on Li Weiguo's shoulder.

His face instantly switched to a slightly roguish yet overly enthusiastic smile, and his voice rose eight octaves:

"Hey buddy! You came all this way instead of going to work to pick me up. Won't your boss scold you? Even if your boss doesn't, your girlfriend will probably make you kneel on a keyboard and type out love letters for her, right? I'm so embarrassed!"

Li Weiguo: "???"

Dude?

superior?

sister in law?

Kneeling on a keyboard to write a love letter?

This is the high-ranking and usually dignified and composed Minister of Security.

I instantly felt my brain's CPU was overloaded, and I was completely bewildered.

This was completely different from the cold, guarded, and distant scenes he had envisioned! Why isn't this kid playing by the rules?

His lips twitched a few times.

She managed to maintain her smile and lower her voice with great difficulty.

A plea tinged with helplessness:

Little Zeng... Look at my age, it's not an exaggeration for me to call you nephew.

Does calling me "bro" make me seem too young?

Or, why don't you just call me Uncle Li?

If you just call me "Uncle," you can go to the best and most expensive restaurant in Beijing tonight.

Pick whatever you like, eat as much as you want, it's on me! Okay?

Zeng Long (Ling Ye) maintained his smile and readily agreed, immediately changing his tune: "Alright! Uncle, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Li Weiguo: "..." Dude... Uncle?

Minister Li felt another wave of dizziness. What kind of bizarre mixed address was this?

He suppressed the urge to cover his face, inwardly groaning:

Baroque! How did you raise your child? This art style is just too bizarre.

While the two were having a “friendly” conversation, about fifty meters away behind a pillar, He Jing was already in tears.

She covered her mouth tightly with her hand, afraid of making a sound.

Her gaze lingered greedily on her son's tall and upright figure.

Look at the slight twitch of his lips when he speaks.

Look at his hand on Li Weiguo's shoulder.

Looking at his seemingly cynical demeanor, which actually concealed endless stories... every detail stirred her emotions, yet also caused her heart to ache.

That's her son!

Her Linglong!

It was so vivid, clearer and more real than any she had ever seen in her dreams!

Just then, Zeng Long seemed to sense something.

His gaze swept towards her direction almost imperceptibly.

He Jing felt a sudden panic, like a startled deer. She instinctively turned around and hid behind a pillar, her heart pounding wildly.

Zeng Long's gaze lingered on that area for a brief moment, and he frowned slightly.

Just a moment ago, he did feel an unusually focused gaze, filled with complex emotions, fall upon him.

That gaze... held no malice, but instead carried a warmth and... friendliness that was unfamiliar to him? But it vanished quickly.

Was it an illusion? Or was he one of those "shadows"? He calmly withdrew his gaze, no longer delving into the matter.

What he didn't know was that the moment he stepped into the country—

In a top-secret underground command center in the Western Hills of Beijing.

On the huge electronic screen, the airport arrival hall was clearly displayed in real time, and Zeng Long's figure was precisely locked and magnified by several red frames.

Zeng Sheng stood straight in front of the screen, still wearing his military uniform, the general stars on his shoulder insignia shining brightly under the lights.

His eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating he hadn't slept well the night before.

But his eyes were like those of a sharp eagle, fixed on every subtle movement of his son on the screen, without blinking.

Standing beside him was General Zeng, whose expression was equally solemn and whose eyes held a complex look.

"The target has safely entered the country."

An operator calmly reported.

"Dragon Blood Team reports: Teams A and B are in position and have completed covert deployment."

The target is within the Level 1 monitoring range, and no abnormal tracking has been detected.

"The security department's perimeter sweepers have been activated, and all possible abnormal signals and suspicious personnel have been brought under surveillance or blocked," another communications soldier added.

Zeng Sheng didn't speak, but nodded heavily.

His fists were clenched tightly at his sides.

Looking at his son on the screen, whose appearance was completely out of character for his age, seemingly laughing and joking but actually being very observant and attentive to everything around him.

His heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and the aching and excruciating pain almost suffocated him.

That seemingly casual shoulder-patting gesture is actually a clever control and counter-probing move.

Beneath that nonchalant smile lay a constantly taut nerve and a deep-seated vigilance... all of which silently screamed out the purgatory he had endured over the past eighteen years.

"Initiating the first phase of the 'Guardian' Action Plan."

Zeng Sheng's voice was unusually hoarse from trying so hard to suppress his emotions, but it carried an undeniable firmness.

Command "Dragon Blood" to follow him like a true shadow!

He must not be exposed unless his life is in danger!

I want him to be absolutely safe, but at the same time, I must make him feel 'free'!

We must not let him find out.

"yes!"

The order was given swiftly and silently.

Throughout the capital, an invisible yet impenetrable protective net was quietly and comprehensively laid out as Zeng Long walked.

Several of the most elite "Dragon Blood" squads.

Disguised as various inconspicuous identities, they blended silently into the crowds and traffic of the airport and surrounding area, like water droplets merging into the ocean.

Their mission is singular: to protect the target at all costs, while simultaneously annihilating themselves into nothingness.

With Li Weiguo's "uncle buddy" reluctantly by his side, Zeng Long walked out of the airport.

He appeared relaxed, but his eyes behind the sunglasses seemed increasingly profound.

Dragon Kingdom, here I come. What will this unfamiliar land, this so-called "roots," bring me?

The answer seems to lie hidden behind this seemingly calm airport pickup, hidden in the countless eyes that are silently watching him from the shadows.