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

Just as Tengao was operating efficiently under Zeng Long's new strategy, as if injected with a powerful stimulant, and gradually extricating itself from the quagmire of complicated affairs!

Another eternal focal point of the world—

The Middle East is sliding into an abyss of greater chaos and bloodshed at a speed that is astonishing global observers.

Late that night, the tranquility of the Yuetingyuan suite was broken by hurried footsteps.

Li Weiguo practically rushed into Zeng Long's room, his face showing an unusual urgency and seriousness, and he even forgot to knock.

"I'm telling you, you little brat!" Li Weiguo burst in, not bothering with formalities, and launched into a tirade against Zeng Long, who was sitting on the sofa, his tone quick and urgent.

"What earth-shattering scheme have you been plotting behind the scenes all this time?! The Middle East is in complete chaos now! It's completely beyond anything we predicted!"

Without waiting for Zeng Long to reply, he bombarded him with highly sensitive intelligence information in rapid succession, his tone becoming increasingly urgent:

...It is reported that the "Black Dogs" mercenary organization located in the Middle East launched an attack last night!

Large-scale armed conflict broke out with government forces in a major oil-producing region of a Middle Eastern country, involving heavy weapons and causing serious damage to key infrastructure such as oil pipelines!

...The situation in the Middle East's RT Kingdom, already embroiled in a civil war, has deteriorated rapidly!

The anti-government armed group "Freedom Wings," which had previously been nearly wiped out by government forces—

Strangely enough, after acquiring a large number of advanced individual weapons and equipment from an unknown source!

Miraculously 'resurrected,' their combat power has soared, and they have engaged in fierce fighting with government forces in the northern part of the country. Both sides have deployed tanks and artillery, and the battle has become a fierce and protracted stalemate!

"...Two internationally renowned mercenary groups, 'Blood Wolves' and 'Grizzly Bears,' have almost simultaneously engaged in fierce clashes in a disputed border region. The scale of these clashes far exceeds that of previous minor skirmishes, and the conflict appears to stem from a struggle for control of a crucial supply route!"

"...Multiple sources have also confirmed that several powerful local armed groups are exhibiting unusual activity and frequent troop movements, potentially escalating tensions with neighboring smaller countries, with continuous gunfire along the border!"

"...What's even more outrageous is that!" Li Weiguo slammed his hand on the coffee table, making the cups rattle loudly!

"In Middle Eastern countries C and D, wasn't the situation supposed to be stable? But now, the government forces of both countries are locked in fierce fighting with the anti-government forces, and the entire country is in chaos!"

Li Weiguo finished reciting this series of explosive news at a very fast pace, his chest heaving slightly, clearly indicating his excitement.

Seeing that Zeng Long remained calm and composed, he became even more furious!

He grabbed a half-empty cup of tea from the tea table, not knowing who had drunk from it, and without caring about anything else, tilted his head back and gulped down several mouthfuls, trying to suppress the thirst in his throat and the anxiety in his heart.

"Bang!" He slammed the empty cup back onto the table, his eyes burning with urgency as he stared intently at Zeng Long, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Tell me! You little brat, do you have an even bigger trick up your sleeve? Or have you been plotting something outrageous these past few days?!"

He took a step closer, his tone becoming even more aggressive:

"Didn't you confidently predict that the oil and gas futures market would experience wild fluctuations? But look at it now! The entire market is stagnant and lifeless! This is completely contrary to your prediction!"

His voice was accusatory, almost a growl:

"And another thing! That 'Wings of Freedom,' where did they get equipment comparable to a regular army? Were you supporting them behind the scenes?!"

"And those mercenary groups! Did you use some methods to make them act like they're on steroids, inexplicably starting a fight at this time, further muddying the waters?!"

"The situation in the entire Middle East is now completely out of control! It's beyond our control, and even beyond the predictive models of the major powers behind the scenes! If this chaos continues, it will trigger unpredictable chain reactions!"

Faced with Li Weiguo's barrage of questions, anxious gaze, and almost palpable urgency, Zeng Long finally slowly raised his eyelids.

His face remained expressionless, as if the war-torn landscape described by Li Weiguo was merely a distant story unrelated to him.

He even leisurely picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup of hot tea. The fragrant aroma of the tea filled the air, blending seamlessly with his calm and composed aura.

"Uncle Li," Zeng Long said, his voice steady and without any inflection, a stark contrast to Li Weiguo, who was practically jumping up in front of him!

"Why don't you... sit down first, have some tea, and calm down? I'll answer your question once you've calmed down, okay?"

"Damn!" Li Weiguo almost choked, his face turning red, and his finger pointing at Zeng Long trembled slightly.

You little brat! You still have the nerve to play these games with me?! The bigwigs at the top are getting anxious! They've convened an emergency meeting overnight!

Nobody knows how the chaos in the Middle East spiraled out of control so quickly, with the intensity of conflict between several countries reaching such a high level and causing such severe consequences! Do you even realize the gravity of the situation?!

Zeng Long gently blew on the steam rising from the rim of his teacup, then looked up at the dark night sky outside the window, where the burning land of the Middle East seemed to be reflected.

The corners of his mouth seemed to curve into a very faint, almost imperceptible arc, like a hawk quietly spreading its wings in the dark night.

"Uncle Li," he spoke again, his voice not loud, but carrying a strange certainty that seemed to transcend time and space, "What's the rush? The time... isn't right yet."

He took a small sip of tea, then turned his gaze to the furious Li Weiguo. In his deep eyes, a cold and sharp light, like sunlight reflecting off an iceberg, finally flashed.

"Let the bullets fly a little longer."

"As for the futures market..." He paused, his tone carrying an air of complete confidence.

"When everyone thinks it's a stagnant pool, it often means that beneath the surface, a terrifying tsunami, powerful enough to swallow everything, is brewing."

"And all we need to do is sit on the best viewing platform and wait for the moment the wind picks up."

After he finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence. Only Li Weiguo's slightly heavy breathing and the soft sloshing of tea in Zeng Long's cup could be heard.

The night outside the window grew ever deeper, as if harboring an endless storm that was about to sweep across the globe with Zeng Long's casual words.