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

At the international arrivals hall of Terminal 3 at Beijing Capital International Airport, Zeng Long, dressed in simple casual clothes, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, tried his best to disguise himself as an ordinary young man picking up passengers, standing discreetly at the back of the crowd.

However, her natural beauty was hard to conceal. Her tall and straight figure and unique temperament, which could not be hidden even when covered up, still stood out like a firefly in the dark, attracting many curious glances.

As those three familiar figures, so familiar they sent chills down his spine, slowly emerged from the exit passage, Zeng Long's lips twitched uncontrollably. He instinctively raised his hand to his forehead, wanting to pretend he didn't recognize them.

Leading the way was Shi Tiezhu, who looked like a thug in a suit.

The expensive suit, accentuated by his explosive muscles, was so tight it looked like it might burst at any moment, making him look like a brown bear being forcibly stuffed into a tuxedo.

He was carrying a huge leather suitcase, almost the size of a small shipping container, in one hand.

In his other hand, he also carried a bulging, battlefield-style military camouflage backpack.

Each step he took caused the ground to tremble slightly, drawing sidelong glances and whispers from the surrounding travelers: "Is this guy here for a bodybuilding competition or to move house?"

Ye Feng, who was right next to him, perfectly exemplified what it means to be a "walking freezer".

The same suit, but on him, it exuded the solemnity of a chief funeral home ceremonial officer.

The chilling aura emanating from him created a vacuum within a five-meter radius, and even the warm air of the airport seemed to shun him.

Lin Xiaoya, who was "protected" by these two "gatekeepers" on the left and right, was the most beautiful (and strange) girl in the whole place.

Her rainbow-colored high ponytail bounced merrily with her steps, ripped jeans, a studded leather jacket, and a cropped top.

Wearing exaggerated retro sunglasses that covered half of his face, chewing gum and blowing bubbles from time to time, he carried only a small suitcase with a playful skull print.

This combination, this style, is exactly like two top-notch bodyguards escorting a rebellious rich girl who just escaped from a rock music festival.

Zeng Long felt his temples begin to play the Symphony of Fate.

"Boss!" Lin Xiaoya, with her sharp eyes, instantly locked onto her target, cheered, and like a husky that had broken free, opened her arms to give Zeng Long a passionate bear pounce, completely ignoring the dense crowd around her.

With lightning speed, Zeng Long extended his right hand and, like a traffic policeman, precisely pressed it against Lin Xiaoya's forehead, stopping her charge.

"Stop...stop! Stop!" Zeng Long looked utterly hopeless. "Hey, Little Sparrow," he said, using that nickname as a habit. "Can't you just give me a break?"

Your unconventional outfit might be acceptable abroad, but you're back in China visiting family! If your parents saw you dressed like this, would they think you've gone crazy, or would they end up in the hospital themselves?

I'm asking you, are you going back to visit your family or to upset your parents?

Lin Xiaoya had her forehead pressed down, and she pouted, her eyes darting around behind her sunglasses, clearly not paying much attention.

Zeng Long then turned his "death gaze" to Shi Tiezhu, filled with grief and indignation:

And you! Shi Tiezhu! Can't you put a little more effort into buying clothes? Can't you buy a larger size, looser casual wear?

Look at you in that suit, you look like you're wrapped up like a rice dumpling! Your muscles are definitely showing, but anyone who didn't know better would think you're here at the airport to display a human sculpture!

And what about those two big bags and small bags of yours? Preparing to become a porter fleeing famine?

Shi Tiezhu looked aggrieved and muttered under his breath in a low, muffled voice:

"Boss... Xiaoya picked out this outfit for me, and she paid with my card. It cost ten thousand US dollars! She said I'd look like a rich and handsome guy in it, with a 100% head-turning rate in China, a total heartthrob..."

Zeng Long suddenly turned his head and glared at Lin Xiaoya—the culprit was looking up at the sky (ceiling), pretending to study the airport's lighting system.

Zeng Long felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if he could see his chaotic future life.

"What are those two big bags you're carrying?" Zeng Long asked Shi Tiezhu, pointing to the enormous suitcase and backpack.

As soon as Shi Tiezhu opened his mouth, Lin Xiaoya immediately answered, her voice sickeningly sweet:

"These are all gifts I brought for you, boss! And some of my 'little toys'!" She gave Shi Tiezhu a "shut up" look at the same time.

Zeng Long's alarm bells were ringing! Lin Xiaoya's "meeting gift" and "little toys" were usually closely related to words such as "explosion", "network paralysis", and "account wiped out".

He suppressed his ominous premonition and finally looked at Ye Feng, who had remained silent.

"I said frozen goods." (Probably only Zeng Long in the whole world dares to call Death God Ye Feng that. Anyone else would probably be lying on the ground contemplating life.)

"Can't you show some consideration and help that idiot a little? Can't you see he's practically buried under his luggage? Besides, you're back to find your origins and experience family warmth! Can't you relax a bit? Would it kill you to smile? With that look on your face, people will think we're here to pick you up for a funeral!"

Ye Feng looked at Zeng Long expressionlessly and answered in his characteristically flat tone:

Boss, I've tried smiling. But based on past data, when I smile, the target's survival rate decreases by 30%, and my teammates' comfort level decreases by 50%. Conclusion:

My smile is a highly offensive expression, easily causing collateral damage and panic. To avoid a "car crash" situation, I suggest maintaining the status quo.

Zeng Long: "..." He was completely defeated by these three clowns.

Zeng Long, with these three moving "focuses," practically fled the airport, got into the arranged car, and headed straight for the military headquarters.

The car drove into the heavily guarded General Staff compound. As soon as he got out, Ye Feng's professional instincts kicked in.

His sharp gaze swept across the surroundings like radar, his body slightly tense, and he spoke in a very low voice to Shi Tiezhu beside him:

Attention! There are hidden sentries at the 3 o'clock and 9 o'clock positions. The rooftop at the 11 o'clock position has a mirrored surface, which may be a sniper's observation point.

If there is any unusual activity, I'll take care of the sniper, you clear out the sentries, Xiaoya will conduct information jamming and cover the rear, and the boss will be responsible for providing support and eliminating key targets. Action!

Shi Tiezhu and Lin Xiaoya responded almost reflexively in low voices, "Understood!" The three of them instantly entered a state of combat readiness, their eyes all turning to Zeng Long, awaiting instructions.

Then, what they saw was Zeng Long's face, as black as the bottom of a pot, and the raging fire burning in his eyes.

Without saying a word, Zeng Long lightly kicked Ye Feng in the butt (he didn't dare to use too much force, afraid of kicking the Grim Reaper away):

"I told you to eliminate them! I told you to provide support!" Then he slapped Shi Tiezhu again: "I told you to eliminate the hidden sentries! Do you think this is a Middle Eastern battlefield?!"

Zeng Long was furious! These three unstable nuclear bombs had mistaken the highest command of the Chinese military for an enemy camp and sent them to conduct reconnaissance! But after his anger subsided, he felt a pang of sadness.

His brothers, who have been dancing on the edge of a knife for years, have had their nerves stretched to the limit. This deep-seated fighting instinct and vigilance are the marks left by countless struggles on the brink of life and death.

It took him a long time to gradually adapt to the peaceful environment.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his complicated emotions, and reached out to ruffle Lin Xiaoya's rainbow ponytail into a messy ball of straw:

"You're so cunning! You haven't been on any high-risk missions lately, you should be mentally prepared by now. You know this place is perfectly safe, yet you still join in their nonsense!"

Then he said helplessly to Ye Feng and Shi Tiezhu:

This is the General Staff of the Chinese Army! The highest military command! I've brought you here to receive commendations and ranks!

Forget your battlefield reaction tactics! Relax! When you see General Liu and Minister Li later, smile at them! Show them respect!

"And you two," he pointed at Ye Feng and Shi Tiezhu, "stay put in China and adjust your mindset! That's an order!"

The three of them then realized what was happening and awkwardly relaxed, especially Shi Tiezhu, who scratched his head and chuckled foolishly.