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

Zeng Long's command, "Annihilate them all!" was like a cold guillotine falling, severing all hesitation.

The screen instantly switched back to Cold Thorn's first-person perspective.

His breathing was so steady and even that it was as if he had just heard not a killing order, but rather a question about what to have for dinner.

"Little Sparrow, prepare psychedelic gas. Target: all guards on the ground level. Release simultaneously." Cold Thorn's voice came through the earpiece, as cold as the Siberian wind.

"Received! 'Little Sprite' is in position, gas injection countdown 3...2...1...release!" The little sparrow's voice still carried a hint of chewing snacks, but its operation was incredibly precise.

On the ground, inside and outside the warehouse.

Several "little elves" disguised as cockroaches and spiders quietly crawled to the ventilation openings and guarded the feet and other inconspicuous places.

A barely audible hissing sound rang out as the colorless and odorless high-strength hallucinogen "Phantom" was precisely sprayed out, quickly spreading through the air.

A guard at the door, who was staring at the direction of the "gang shootout" outside, suddenly felt his eyelids become heavy and his vision began to blur and spin.

"Uh... I feel a little dizzy..." He shook his head, but before he could finish speaking, he slumped against the wall and fell into a deep coma.

The same situation occurred in every corner of the warehouse ground floor.

The other five guards collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously, as if their bones had been removed, without even having time to sound an alarm.

"Ground layer cleared," Cold Thorn reported, his tone as flat as if he were saying, "The trash has been swept away."

"Elevator password verified. Elevator control secured. Downward passage secure." Sparrow synchronizes the information.

Leng Ci made two extremely simple sign language gestures to Guo Wei and Qi Liang—cover and follow.

Guo Wei, with a burly build like a human tank, immediately moved silently to one side of the elevator, raised his gun to guard the passage behind him, his eyes sharp as an eagle.

Qi Liang, like a nimble cat, silently glided to the other side of the elevator, his submachine gun steadily pointed in the direction of any potential threat, his breathing almost inaudible.

Cold Thorn floated to the elevator door like a ghost. The elevator door slid open silently.

Instead of entering immediately, he flicked his wrist, and a miniature camera, about the size of a thumb, was ejected into the top corner of the elevator car.

The screen immediately displayed a new perspective of the elevator interior.

No one is empty.

The cold thorn flowed into the elevator like liquid, followed closely by Guo Wei and Qi Liang, and the elevator doors closed silently.

"Downwards," Cold Thorn whispered.

The elevator began to descend. In the cramped space, only the barely audible heartbeats and breathing of the three people could be heard.

Guo Wei's muscles were taut, like a tiger poised to pounce; Qi Liang's eyes were focused, his ears twitching slightly, catching any unusual sound.

Cold Thorn was like an ice sculpture, his gaze frozen in the direction the elevator doors were about to open. His right hand held a matte black custom-made tactical knife in reverse, while his left hand rested lightly on the holster under his ribs.

The elevator gave a slight jolt and arrived at the second basement level.

The door slowly opened a crack.

Just as a hand could slip through the crack in the door, a cold shiver ran through it!

His movements were faster than the human eye could perceive! It was as if a distorted shadow "flowed" out from the crack in the door!

Outside the door, two guards who were chatting with their backs to the elevator had just heard the elevator arrival announcement and hadn't had time to turn around completely.

Cold Thorn's left hand moved like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, precisely covering the right guard's mouth and nose from behind. At the same time, his right hand, dagger, transformed into a black lightning bolt, precisely slashed across the left guard's carotid artery.

The movements were clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary action.

"Ugh!" The guard on the left only managed to let out a very short groan, and the shock in his eyes had just appeared when his life was instantly cut short, and his body went limp.

Almost in the same millisecond, Cold Thorn's right foot, like a precisely calculated machine, delivered a sharp, silent low sweep, striking the right guard's back of the knee.

The guard cried out in pain and instinctively knelt forward! Leng Ci, covering his mouth and nose with his left hand, twisted it sharply.

"Snap!"

A faint yet chilling cracking sound rang out! The guard on the right had his neck at an eerie angle, his eyes glazed over, and he died without uttering a sound.

From the moment the elevator doors opened to the moment the two guards were killed, the entire process took no more than two seconds! Fast! Accurate! Ruthless! It was filled with a cold and efficient sense of death art! Not even a drop of blood splattered on Cold Thorn's body.

Guo Wei and Qi Liang had just stepped out of the elevator when they realized that the two guards had turned into gradually cooling corpses. They hadn't even had time to see Leng Ci's movements clearly.

The two exchanged a glance, a hint of awe at Leng Ci's superhuman strength flashing in their eyes, but their movements did not falter.

Guo Wei immediately stepped forward and dragged the two corpses to a corner in the shadows, as if they were sacks.

Qi Liang raised his gun and stepped forward, keeping watch over the corridor ahead.

"Clear the corridor. Turn left ahead for the interrogation room. The passage on the right leads to the monitoring room and rest area, where there are four guards."

Coldthorn whispered quickly, based on the information from the little sprite.

Guo Wei, left-side interrogation room, quick and decisive.

Qi Liang, right flank, silently eliminates. I provide support from the center.

Finally, they reunited in the interrogation room to install the "gift." Leng Ci's voice remained completely calm, as if he had merely swatted two mosquitoes.

He casually wiped the blood off his dagger onto the guard's clothes with a fluid and natural motion.

"Understood!" the two replied in hushed tones.

The three of them, like separate, deadly streams, silently merged into the dimly lit corridor.

Qi Liang stealthily made his way to the right-hand passage. A guard was dozing off against the door of the monitoring room.

Qi Liang approached to extremely close range, his left hand swiftly covering the man's mouth and nose from behind, while his right hand held a silenced pistol against the man's temple.

A barely audible "plop!" The guard's body went limp. Qi Liang gently laid him down and dragged him into the shadows.

He peeked through the crack in the door of the monitoring room and saw another guard staring at the screen (which was being played on a loop by Little Sparrow).

Qi Liang knocked lightly on the door. The guard inside impatiently got up and opened the door: "What is it...?"

The moment the door opened a crack, Qi Liang burst in! Before the guard could react, a precise dagger pierced his heart! The guard's eyes bulged out, and he collapsed limply.

At the same time, a very brief, dull thud and a choked sob came from Guo Wei's side—clearly, another guard patrolling the corridor had been instantly dealt with by his terrifying strength.

Cold Thorn moved swiftly through the corridor like a ghost, checking every corner. A "mechanical bee" relayed a message: there are still two guards in the rest area.

Leng Ci made a hand gesture. Guo Wei and Qi Liang quickly moved closer.

Cold Thorn pointed to the door of the lounge and made a "surprise attack" sign.

Guo Wei took a deep breath and flung open the door to the lounge! Inside, two guards were playing cards at a table. They looked up in shock at the sound!

A cold dagger slashed in from Guo Wei's side like a gust of wind! The dagger flew out of his hand like a precision-guided missile, directly piercing the throat of a guard!

Just as the other guard was about to draw his gun, Qi Liang's silenced submachine gun fired.

"Thud! Thud!" Two bursts of fire accurately struck his forehead and heart. The guard fell backward.

From the start of the operation until now, all seven guards on the second basement level have been completely eliminated thanks to their perfect teamwork and overwhelming combat power.

"Area secure. Clear everything." Cold Thorn's voice remained completely calm.

The three quickly formed a standard tactical formation, like three deadly shadows, silently and rapidly advancing forward.

Based on intelligence gathered in advance by the "little elves," they precisely avoided a dormant stress alarm zone and arrived at the door of the interrogation room.

The soundproof door to the interrogation room was tightly closed, but the glass window in the door allowed a view inside.

Inside, three CIA interrogators, seemingly prepared with a larger dose of the drug, were grinning as they approached "Pigeon," who was strapped to the electric chair.

"Pigeon" seemed to be in a daze, its only remaining right eye staring blankly at the ceiling, filled with despair.

Coldthorn tapped the microphone very lightly twice—a signal to prepare for a strong attack.

Guo Wei took a deep breath and slammed his burly body into the soundproof door like a battering ram!

"Bang!!"

He smashed open the heavy soundproof door with his shoulder! Wood chips flew everywhere!

The three interrogators inside were terrified by the sudden loud noise and turned around abruptly!

However, what they saw was not the intruders' faces, but death itself!

The first person to turn around only saw a dark shadow flash by, felt a chill in his throat, and then endless darkness engulfed him.

The moment the door slammed open, Leng Ci had already slashed into Guo Wei's side like a leech! His dagger once again transformed into the scythe of death!

The second interrogator instinctively reached for the gun at his waist, but the moment his fingers touched the holster, a chilling sensation shot through his temple!

Qi Liang's silenced submachine gun emitted a soft "thud," like a sigh, as the bullet precisely pierced his brain.

The third interrogator reacted the fastest, jerking back while trying to grab an alarm button on the table.

But it was too late.

Leng Ci appeared in front of him as if by teleportation, his left hand lightning-fast grabbing his wrist as he pressed the alarm button, and twisting it forcefully!

"Crack!" His wrist was broken!

Before the interrogator could even utter a painful scream, Cold Thorn's dagger, already poked precisely into his jaw from below, directly damaging his brain's central nervous system!

The scream was completely choked in his throat, turning into a strange "clucking" sound. His eyes widened in disbelief as he slowly slumped down.

From the moment the door was rammed to the moment all three interrogators were killed, only four seconds had passed.

Inside the torture chamber, only the monotonous beeping of the instruments and the thick smell of blood filled the air.

Leng Ci didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground, walking straight to the electric chair. For the first time, his movements showed a swiftness and...gentleness different from his usual killing style?

He quickly and precisely cut the straps and pulled out the chilling electric wires and sensors.

He checked the "pigeon's" vital signs, which were extremely weak.

"Target survived. Urgent medical attention required," Cold Thorn reported, simultaneously taking a cardiac stimulant and a potent analgesic from his leg pouch and skillfully injecting them into "Pigeon's" body.

"Pigeon's" body twitched, and its only remaining right eye struggled to move, as if trying to see who it was, but ultimately closed weakly and fell into a complete coma.

Guo Wei quickly unfolded a folding stretcher. Qi Liang stood guard at the door, while simultaneously setting up a heavy remote-controlled bomb, preparing to blow up the warehouse and destroy everything inside.

Leng Ci and Guo Wei carefully transferred "Pigeon" to the stretcher and secured it.

"Target rescued. Prepare for evacuation." Leng Ci's voice came through the microphone, still icy, but the generals in the conference room seemed to hear a barely perceptible hint of relief beneath that coldness.

In front of the screen, Li Weiguo and all the veteran generals finally let out a long, long sigh of relief that had been pent up in their chests for so long!

Become!

In just a few minutes, hell turned into a thoroughfare!

Cold Thorn's killings are brutal yet efficient, as cold as a machine, yet he shows a rare warmth when saving his comrades.

This lightning-fast rescue was textbook perfect! No, it even surpassed the textbook!

This is a rescue extravaganza performed by top-notch killing artistry, high-tech assistance, and perfect teamwork.

Zeng Long looked at the screen, and a genuine, relaxed smile finally appeared on his lips. He picked up the half-finished teacup next to him, which belonged to some high-ranking official, and gulped it down.

"Alright, sirs, that's the end of the game. The main event, 'Escape Plan,' is about to begin. Don't forget, the San Francisco police and CIA reinforcements should be arriving soon."

His tone once again carried that smug, relaxed air.