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

As soon as Leng Ci finished saying "Prepare to evacuate," the three of them started working like a precise machine.

Guo Wei lifted the front of the stretcher, and Qi Liang lifted the back; the two moved steadily and quickly.

Cold Thorn cleared the way like a ghost, his silenced submachine gun ready to eliminate any unexpected obstacles.

Their movements were swift and precise, their coordination as seamless as if they were one person.

Following the pre-planned route, they quickly passed through the bloody corridor and entered the elevator.

The elevator went up and returned to the ground floor warehouse.

Inside the warehouse, the guards who had been drugged earlier were still lying on the ground, slumped over.

Leng Ci didn't even glance at them, and led his team out silently through a side door whose locks had already been broken from the inside by the "little elves".

Outside the door was a dark alleyway filled with abandoned shipping containers.

An unremarkable old Chevrolet sedan with its license plate covered in mud sat quietly there—one of the "props" Lawrence had prepared for them in advance.

Guo Wei and Qi Liang quickly and carefully slipped the "pigeon" on the stretcher into the back seat of the carriage through the back door.

Leng Ci opened the driver's side door, Qi Liang sat in the passenger seat, and Guo Wei's large body squeezed into the back seat, trying not to disturb the unconscious "Pigeon".

The engine started with a low rumble, and the vehicle slowly drove out of the alley and into the traffic of the San Francisco night.

Instead of heading to the suburbs or a secluded location, the vehicle proceeded as planned towards San Francisco's financial district.

At this time of day, although the area is not as bustling as during the day, there are still quite a few pedestrians and vehicles returning home late at night, which is enough to attract attention. There are also many security surveillance cameras.

At this moment, Leng Ci rolled down the car window, deliberately revealing an Italian face.

On a relatively dimly lit back street a few blocks from the financial district, where a few vehicles still passed by, Cold Thorn slowly parked his car in the shadows behind a large trash can.

"Action," Cold Thorn ordered.

The three of them immediately began to act.

Guo Wei and Qi Liang quickly took off their cheap suits and floral shirts that imitated Italian gangsters, revealing ordinary black sportswear underneath.

They quickly wiped their faces, necks, and hands with specially prepared wet wipes, rapidly dissolving and removing the special cosmetics used to alter skin tone, add scars, and stubble.

Then, they retrieved their new IDs, wallets, and some odds and ends from a hidden compartment under their seats, quickly stuffing them into their tracksuit pockets, completely transforming themselves into two Asian youths out for a night of loitering.

This is one of their real, unrecorded cover identities.

Meanwhile, Cold Thorn was in the back seat, handling "Pigeon" with extremely gentle but quick movements.

He carefully cut off the tattered clothes on the "pigeon" and used a wet wipe to clean the most horrifying bloodstains.

Then, he took out an ultra-thin silicone headgear and matching prosthetics (used to alter details such as the earlobes and fingers) custom-made to resemble the Mexican "Nader".

This disguise was extremely sophisticated, even mimicking Nader's famous scar and slightly loose skin texture.

Cold Thorn carefully put the hood on the unconscious "Pigeon," adjusting the edges to ensure a perfect fit to the skin, leaving no trace of its presence.

Next, he dressed "Pigeon" in a slightly flashy shirt and trousers that were similar to Nader's usual style.

The entire process took less than five minutes. After it was completed, the unconscious "Pigeon" in the back seat had completely transformed into "the severely injured second-in-command of the Mexican Carter Group - Nader".

"Disguise complete," Cold Thorn reported.

"Received. Continue the evacuation as planned," Zeng Long's voice came through the earpiece.

Then they switched to another vehicle that Lawrence had prepared and started the car again. This time, they drove straight through the financial district without stopping and onto the interstate highway, heading south towards the border between California and Mexico.

No one spoke inside the car. Guo Wei focused on driving, Qi Liang vigilantly observed whether there were any vehicles following them, and Leng Ci checked "Pigeon's" vital signs from time to time and replenished his life-sustaining medication again through a micro-injector.

The hours-long drive passed in silence.

As dawn broke in the east, they had approached a desolate desert region near the border city of San Diego.

Following the predetermined coordinates, Leng Ci drove the car off the road and stopped behind a huge cluster of cacti and weathered rocks.

Almost the instant they stopped, another pickup truck, which looked even more dilapidated and covered in dust, slowly emerged from behind the rocks.

A tall, thin man with shrewd eyes, dressed in jeans and wearing a Mexican wide-brimmed hat stepped out of the car—it was none other than Nader himself, the number two figure in the Mexican Carter Group!

He strode to the Chevrolet, glanced at the "pigeon" disguised as himself in the back seat, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He joked with Cold Thorn in heavily accented Spanish:

"Oh my God! Cold Thorn, you killer are incredibly efficient."

"I received the message three hours ago that CAI and the San Francisco police are frantically looking for you everywhere. I heard that a warehouse explosion sent many people to meet their maker."

"However, it seems they were looking for a few Italians and one Chinese man. They basically arrested all the members of that Italian gang in San Francisco."

"In the end, that guy Lawrence found them and even awarded them a medal for military-civilian friendship, but they were all charred corpses."

"But there was one Italian whose face was still intact; he was too insidious."

"Why didn't the captain let me do this good job? I seriously suspect the boss is being unfair!"

Guo Wei was getting impatient. He said, "If you fucking bastard one more word, believe me, you'll be living a life-or-death situation in the next second!"

Nader looked at Guo Wei with a somewhat confused expression. Qi Liang spoke up at this moment, looking at Nader with a playful expression and saying:

"The plan was decided by the boss, and he's still on the line with us. Oh! Little Sparrow's here too. Nader, looks like you're about to become penniless, hahaha..."

Nader immediately said to the pigeon:

"He looks terrible." He said, grabbing the pigeon and running to the car with such speed and anxiety that he seemed to care for the pigeon more than his own father.

Leng Ci then said, "I'm handing the person over to you. Is the passage safe? Make sure nothing goes wrong, or I'll personally protect you."

Nader shuddered. "Don't worry, I've been working on this line for over a decade." Nader grinned, revealing two gold teeth.

Without further ado, we quickly started the pickup truck, got away from the trouble, and headed towards a very secluded, dried-up riverbed on the border that only local illegal immigrants and drug dealers knew about.

His men were there to meet him, and they could smuggle people safely to the Mexican side via underground tunnels or by bribing border patrol officers.

Cold Thorn and his two companions watched the pickup truck disappear into the dust, until Little Sparrow confirmed:

"Signals indicate that the 'cargo' has crossed the border safely. Nader's men have made contact."

The three then returned to their car, completely away from the border area. Their next mission was to use different identities and channels to quickly evacuate from the United States and head to the next battlefield—Country D.

The scene changes, and time rewinds to a few hours earlier.

About half an hour after Cold Thorn and his men left the warehouse.

The abandoned dock warehouse in the San Francisco Bay Area is now surrounded by piercing sirens and flashing red and blue lights.

A large number of police patrol officers, along with several unmarked vehicles in black suits worn by officers in standard uniforms, surrounded the warehouse.

A field commander, his face ashen, stared at his own guard lying unconscious on the ground and roared into the walkie-talkie:

"Search the entire area! Find our people! And that damned Chinese agent!"

Police and agents cautiously stormed the warehouse and quickly discovered the elevator and underground entrance.

When they nervously rushed into the second basement level and saw the precisely eliminated bodies of the guards in the corridor and lounge, everyone's hearts sank.

Finally, they found the torture chamber.

When the commander pushed open the half-closed, damaged door to the interrogation room and saw the gruesome deaths of the three interrogators and the empty electric chair, his face turned deathly pale!

"Fuck! Where are they?! Search! Check all the equipment! See what they left behind..." he roared in exasperation.

However, just as several tech agents were trying to get close to the mainframe and filing cabinets...

In the conference room of the General Staff Headquarters in the Dragon Kingdom, Zeng Long watched everything indifferently through the last real-time footage transmitted back by the "little elf." A cold, unsmiling smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Little sparrow, fry it!"

"Okay, boss!" Little Sparrow happily pressed the virtual enter key.

The torture chamber is located on the second basement floor of the warehouse.

The red indicator lights on the remote-controlled bombs, which Qi Liang had carefully placed in key locations, instantly changed from slow flashing to solid light, and then—

boom!!!!!!!!!

A deep, powerful roar came from the depths of the earth! The entire ground shook violently.

Immediately following, even more violent secondary explosions occurred! This was clearly due to the detonation of some flammable and explosive materials or small arms and ammunition depots in the interrogation room.

Huge fireballs mixed with thick black smoke erupted from every exit, vent, and even crack in the warehouse, like a volcanic eruption.

The powerful shockwave instantly blew most of the warehouse's fragile roof off.

The police and special agents on the perimeter were thrown off balance by the sudden, massive explosion, falling to the ground in terror as shards of glass and building debris rained down.

The raging fire quickly engulfed the entire warehouse structure, and the towering flames illuminated half of the dock area as if it were daytime.

All evidence, all traces, all clues that might point to the perpetrators were completely wiped out in that instant by the devastating explosion and the ensuing fire.

On the conference room screen, the last image transmitted by the "little sprite" turned into static the instant the explosion occurred.

The meeting room was completely silent.

Several veteran generals could feel the resolute destructive power from the violent explosion.

When Zeng Long received Nader's report that the pigeons were safe, he slowly turned around, the cold smile on his face gone, replaced by calm. He looked at the assembled leaders, his tone indifferent:

"San Francisco mission, 'Pigeon' rescue phase complete. Now, it's our turn to shine in the Middle East."