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

When Zeng Long said "I guarantee to complete the mission", his aura suddenly changed drastically!

The image of the young man with the wicked smile and even a bit of cynicism vanished without a trace.

Instead, there is a deep-seated coldness, sharpness, and an absolute focus that chills you to the bone!

His eyes were no longer the clear or playful gaze of a young man, but had become two bottomless, icy pools, churning with the ruthlessness and decisiveness forged in countless battles!

He stood there, his posture as upright as a pine tree. Although he was not even twenty years old, he exuded a terrifying aura of someone who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a survivor of countless battles!

It was as if he was born for battle and destruction, a sophisticated machine created for war.

The heads of state and Li Weiguo present, including the veteran generals who had emerged from the hail of bullets, only now truly felt the terrifying energy contained within this young man.

It was a kind of murderous aura and majesty that could only be honed through repeated struggles amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Li Weiguo stood aside, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Only he knew how much cruel hardship and unbearable past had been borne by the seemingly young body of the man before him.

Zeng Long has fully entered the "Zero" state.

He took out his encrypted satellite phone, his gaze sweeping over the assembled leaders, his tone concise and clear:

"I need to make a few phone calls here to verify intelligence and deploy operations as quickly as possible. Is that alright?"

The head of state's eyes were full of admiration and amazement as he smiled and said:

"Of course! It seems only by seeing you switch to 'Number Zero' mode in person will I know the rumors are true. Please, go ahead!"

The call connected quickly, hands-free, and a clear, slightly languid female voice rang out, speaking fluent Chinese:

"Feed? Boss? I didn't misread the time, did I? It should be late at night in China right now, right?"

"Why aren't you asleep at this hour? Are you really out having a romantic stroll with some female classmate?"

"Quick! Tell me the truth! How far have things progressed? Have you held hands? Or have you already... kissed?"

The opening remarks were so explosive and the content so private that the group of tycoons in the conference room, whose average age was over sixty, froze instantly, looking at Zeng Long with strange expressions.

Zeng Long's lips twitched awkwardly, and a dark line seemed to slide down his forehead.

He coughed lightly, but his tone instantly became extremely serious: "Little Sparrow, be serious! It's a mission!"

The word "mission" acted like a switch; the girl on the other end of the phone instantly dropped all her teasing, her voice becoming calm, efficient, and even carrying a metallic quality.

"Understood! Zero, please speak!"

Zeng Long quickly and clearly recounted the two top-secret mission briefings.

As soon as the words were spoken, a dazzling, almost continuous sound of keyboard typing came from the other end of the phone, as if ten fingers were flying across the keyboard at the same time.

Less than thirty seconds after he finished speaking, the little sparrow's voice rang out again, tinged with excitement:

"Boss! I've got a lead! I just cross-referenced the data from the San Francisco intelligence network that Danny (the Italian Mafia's intelligence chief) shared."

"A fierce gunfight lasting approximately five minutes was recorded in an abandoned warehouse area near Pier 3 in the Bay Area 48 hours prior to the discovery! The timing matches perfectly!"

"At the time, Danny's men thought it was a gang shootout, just routine documentation. Now that area has been marked as a 'federal control zone' and signal jammed, which is most likely the work of the CIA."

Inside the meeting room, all the leaders perked up! They'd found a lead so quickly?!

"Can we access the nearby surveillance network?" Zeng Long pressed.

"It's already being done! Give me a minute... Done!"

The little sparrow's voice was full of confidence:

"I used AI-powered intelligent guidance algorithms to scan the data streams from all traffic, security, and even private cameras in the surrounding area over the past 48 hours."

"A total of 13 vehicles were identified as having left after that time window."

"Further AI-powered digital simulation and behavioral analysis revealed that nine hours prior, three identical black Chevrolets with heavily tinted windows, obscuring the interiors, drove out of the restricted area, exhibiting highly suspicious behavior!"

The keyboard sounds became more frequent:

"Activate 'Shadow' AI global tracking protocol... Lock onto target vehicle... Route reconstruction... Destination confirmed:"

"Abandoned cargo terminal No. 7 in San Francisco Bay, warehouse complex in Block B!"

"Combining signal shielding strength, vehicle activity frequency, and thermal scanning fuzzy analysis...AI intelligence probability assessment:"

"The probability that 'Pigeon' is being held here is... as high as 95%!"

"Very good!!"

Inside the meeting room, several veteran generals couldn't help but let out excited growls, and one of them even subconsciously slammed his fist on the table!

Their faces were filled with shock, ecstasy, and disbelief!

I was shocked that the location of the "pigeon" was actually locked in such a short time!

What's even more astonishing is the almost superhuman intelligence-gathering ability displayed by this girl codenamed "Little Sparrow"!

AI digital simulation analysis, AI intelligent tracking, AI intelligence probability assessment... This is simply bringing the intelligence support model of future warfare directly to the present, or combining special operations and intelligence infiltration with AI!

The effectiveness she exerts on her own is probably comparable to that of a top-notch intelligence analysis team!

The same thought instantly arose in the minds of all the industry leaders: they must bring this genius back to the country at all costs.

Zeng Long was already immune to the sparrow's magic; she wouldn't be surprised even if it said it could now remotely control a Mars probe.

His tone remained frighteningly calm: "Little Sparrow, instructions:"

"First, immediately synchronize the precise coordinates, warehouse structure diagram (if available), and thermal imaging of the guard distribution (obtain as much as possible) to Leng Ci, Guo Wei, and Qi Liang."

"Second, order the three of them to assemble in the target area as quickly as possible and remain concealed."

"Third, immediately transfer control of all your 'Sprites' (bionic electronic insects, snakes and rats) and 'Swarms' (miniature bionic drones) in your inventory to Coldthorn through an encrypted channel."

"Remember, all units are equipped with top-of-the-line high-definition miniature cameras, and offensive units are injected with 'Phantom' (a high-potency hallucinogen) or a deadly toxin. We need silent infiltration and elimination capabilities."

"Understood! Command recorded and executed! Control transfer in progress... 'Swarm' and 'Sprite' activation processes initiated..."

The little sparrow's voice is like that of the most sophisticated machine.

Zeng Long hung up the first call and, without pausing, immediately dialed the second number—Lawrence, who was far away in the United States.

The call was answered almost instantly, and an exaggerated, slightly aggrieved tenor voice howled:

"Oh! My dear captain! The great Boss Zero!"

"God! You've finally remembered your loyal Lawrence! Heaven knows how much I've missed you all this time!"

"But that terrifying little sparrow threatened me, saying that if I dared to disturb your wonderful campus life in Dragon Kingdom..."

She emptied my bank account, posted all my dozen or so past relationships on the dark web, and even made that expressionless guy, Cold Thorn, stand guard at my bedside while I slept!

"Fuck! This is terrifying! Boss, please forgive my cowardice. I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of living a life worse than death..."

Zeng Long's lips twitched again. He suppressed the urge to hang up and said coldly:

"Lawrence, shut up. There's an urgent mission."

"A mission? It would be my honor to serve you! Please give me your orders!" Lawrence's voice immediately became excited.

Zeng Long immediately issued the following instructions:

"Immediately create a massive and intense gang war in San Francisco!"

"The battle must take place in the area I specify (the coordinates will be sent to you by Little Sparrow later)."

"As for the reasons and target gang, you can figure that out yourself. But I have one strict requirement:"

"You must identify three members from the target gang, obtain their detailed physical characteristics and clear photos, and send them to Guo Wei and Qi Liang immediately!"

"Remember, the person you find should be as close as possible in height and build to Leng Ci, Guo Wei, and Qi Liang."

"Pfft—!" Lawrence seemed to burst out laughing on the other end of the phone.

"My dear boss, are you insulting my professional ethics?"

Is this what you call a mission? Do we need a reason to fight like this?

"I've been looking for an excuse to teach those clueless Italians in San Francisco a lesson!" (He selectively ignored the fact that his ally Danny was also of Italian descent.)

"Send me the location! I'll immediately arrange a 'negotiation' with them!"

"But! Getting straight to the point is more in line with my aesthetic! Hahaha!" He became more and more excited as he spoke:

"Hey boss, once I've tamed this rabble from America, how about you come and be the leader?"

"Only someone as great as you can keep things in order, so I can go to Hawaii and pick up girls without worry..."

Zeng Long's forehead veins throbbed, and his tone turned icy:

"Lawrence, if you mess this up, I promise I'll send Little Sparrow and Cold Thorn to have a chat with you about 'philosophy of life'."

"Beep...beep...beep..." The call was abruptly disconnected by the other party.

Zeng Long: "..."

The assembled leaders in the conference room: "..."

Everyone wore a look of horror on their faces, as if to say, "Is this guy reliable?"

Zeng Long took a deep breath, suppressing his helplessness towards his lovable teammates, and dialed the third number—Leng Ci.

The phone was answered after only one ring. There was no greeting on the other end, only a deathly silence as they awaited instructions.

These are the qualities a top-tier assassin should possess.

"Cold Thorn, mission briefing..."

Zeng Long quickly and clearly explained the situation of "Pigeon" and where he was being held.

"Instruction: 1."

"Immediately assemble with Guo Wei and Qi Liang at the target dock area, maintaining real-time intelligence synchronization with Little Sparrow throughout the process."

"Second, upon arrival, contact Lawrence to obtain the physical descriptions of the three target gang members he provides, and complete the disguise!"

"Before Lawrence starts the shootout, find and make those three unlucky guys 'disappear permanently,' and you take their identities to infiltrate their team."

"Third, after the firefight begins, take advantage of the chaos to escape and use the 'sprites' and 'swarms' provided by the little sparrow to silently eliminate the sentries outside and inside the warehouse."

"Your core mission as the three of you is:"

"Infiltrate the core area, eliminate all guards, and rescue 'Pigeon'."

"Fourth, after rescuing the hostage, deliberately lead him towards the densely populated downtown area of ​​San Francisco to create a sense of panic. This process must be completed within ten minutes."

"Five or ten minutes later, quickly remove the disguise at the designated hiding place and reveal your true appearance. At the same time, disguise 'Pigeon' as Nader (the number two figure in the Mexican Gocate Group)."

"Sixth, Nader will receive my orders to meet you at the border!"

"Using his connections, 'Pigeon' was safely smuggled into Mexico under the identity of 'Nader'!"

"Other personnel will come to pick up 'Pigeon' and bring him back to China. The three of you will use these two days as a window of opportunity to make a roundabout evacuation."

Zeng Long's voice was as cold as a scalpel, breaking down the incredibly complex operation with crystal clarity:

"Remember, you only have two golden days!"

"The CIA's initial reaction will definitely be to do everything they can to track down those three 'gang members.' By the time they realize the trail has gone cold, you've already changed your identities."

"And 'The Pigeon' has become 'Nader.' Their investigation will be completely misdirected to a gangland feud, and Lawrence's rival gang will be the perfect scapegoat. Understand?"

"The instructions are clear. Mission accomplished." Cold Thorn's voice was completely calm, like the most precise machine, and he hung up the phone after speaking.

The phone hangs up.

The entire conference room fell into a deathly silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

Only the heavy breathing of the group of tycoons and the gasps of shock could be clearly heard in the quiet conference room.

All eyes were fixed on the young man who had just put down the phone, his face as calm as if he had just ordered takeout.

Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!

What a meticulously planned, audacious, and imaginative yet perfectly executed and flawless battle plan this was!

From intelligence gathering, personnel deployment, tactical deception, and operation execution to evacuation arrangements and shifting blame... every step was meticulously calculated!

By fully utilizing the unique characteristics of its team members, who are spread all over the world and have diverse backgrounds, a transnational rescue operation that was originally fraught with difficulties was broken down into several seemingly independent but closely related "local events"!

What's even more terrifying is that he took less than an hour from hearing the briefing to developing such a complex and complete plan! During that time, he was also teased by his eccentric teammates!

This is no longer just genius, this is practically a "god" born for strategic and special operations!

General Zhang's hands trembled as he tried to light a cigarette, but he couldn't quite get the light right. He looked at Zeng Long as if he were looking at the most precious and invaluable strategic treasure of the Dragon Kingdom.

The head of state's eyes were filled with endless shock and relief, and he slowly and heavily exhaled.

How fortunate it is that the Dragon Kingdom has such a "number zero"!

The other leaders exchanged glances, their eyes filled with immense satisfaction and awe.

They knew that the value of "Zero" was far greater than they had previously imagined.

Zeng Long slowly put away the satellite phone, the coldness on his face fading slightly, and looked at the leaders:

"Operation 'Pigeon' has been launched. Next, let's discuss the oil field."

Inside the meeting room, everyone's attention was once again highly focused.

They knew that they were about to witness the birth of another miracle.