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

"Uncle Li," Zeng Long's voice remained calm, as if his earth-shattering words from just moments ago were merely casual conversation!

As for the current chaos in the Middle East, you can report it to your superiors; everything is still under control.

The intelligence you have obtained, as well as the content reported in international news, contains both true and false information.

He leaned back slightly, sinking into the soft sofa back, the light casting an unfathomable shadow in his deep eyes.

"I know that many countries are angry, confused, and even want to take this opportunity to interfere. But so what?"

His tone carried a subtle hint of disdain:

The dark world has its own rules for operating.

These terrorist organizations, anti-government armed groups, and mercenary groups are all true outlaws, like venomous snakes in the shadows, difficult to catch and even more difficult to eradicate.

Without directly threatening their own core interests!

Even those who consider themselves superpowers are unwilling to easily get involved and get mired in this cannibalistic quagmire, facing a group of 'madmen' from different factions, yet equally insane.

Now, all they can do is anxiously watch and analyze in vain.

"So!" Zeng Long changed the subject, his gaze refocusing on Li Weiguo's anxious face. "Uncle Li, you just asked me where 'Wings of Freedom' got its weapons. I can tell you some information about that."

A wicked yet playful smile curled at the corner of his lips, as if he were admiring a meticulously planned prank:

A few days ago, didn't Country C in the Middle East purchase a batch of "conventional" weapons from our country?

Now that the weapons have been handed over to them, how they use them is their own business.

Anyway, on the surface, this matter has nothing to do with our Dragon Kingdom or my Dragon Universe, right?

Looking at Zeng Long's seemingly all-knowing yet mocking smile, Li Weiguo clenched his fist instantly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, wishing he could punch that seemingly harmless face.

But he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the impulse—he knew he definitely couldn't beat this kid, whether in terms of strength or intellect.

He gritted his teeth and forced out the words:

That's it? That's all? You're still hiding things from me?

Okay! So, based on what you just said, why would Country C do this?

Their own country is engaged in fierce fighting with anti-government forces, and the precious weapons they just acquired are handed over to the completely unrelated "Wings of Freedom"?

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Are you kidding me?!" His voice rose again with excitement, and the muscles in his face twitched slightly.

Zeng Long looked at Li Weiguo, who was practically jumping up and down, and shook his head helplessly, but his eyes remained as calm as a frozen lake.

"Profit, Uncle Li," he uttered softly, as if stating the simplest truth.

"As long as the benefits are distributed properly, all sorts of unbelievable things can happen, and will happen naturally."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze becoming more serious:

"Uncle Li, rest assured, in the end, only we, and the country behind us, will be able to take the biggest slice of the pie on this chessboard. But please forgive me,"

He paused, his tone resolute and unwavering:

I cannot disclose the specific operational details.

Because many aspects of this process are 'shady'.

Given your sensitive position and the national-level stance, these things can only be understood implicitly, not explicitly stated, and certainly not left as any evidence. Understand?

"Damn it—!" Li Weiguo finally couldn't help but swear, like a caged beast, pacing around in frustration.

The more Zeng Long spoke in a cryptic and enigmatic manner, the more intense the flames of curiosity and anxiety burned within him.

"Can't you reveal even the slightest bit of specific information? Just so I have a general idea!"

He was almost pleading, his eyes filled with resentment.

Zeng Long was speechless at his anxious and frustrated expression, and finally waved his hand as if in resignation:

"Alright, alright... Uncle Li, I'm really impressed. How about this?"

He lowered his voice, as if someone could hear him:

You tell the higher-ups that countries C and D in the Middle East are currently engaged in a war with anti-government forces. The war itself is real, and the bloodshed is real.

However, most of what your intelligence system detected, as well as all external reports regarding the specific content of the battle and strategic objectives, is false; it's a smokescreen that I ordered them to release.

A cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes:

The real benefit I promised to the authorities of Country C and Country D was—

When the situation reached its most chaotic and intense point, and everyone thought they were about to collapse!

I will arrange for the Imperial Army and the Saipan Army to cooperate and give those anti-government forces a thorough and decisive "thunderous blow"!

This will solve the long-standing problem of civil war that has plagued them for years and fundamentally eliminate these opposition armed groups!

Li Weiguo's pupils suddenly contracted.

Zeng Long continued, his tone calm yet carrying the force of a thunderbolt:

At that time, even if our country openly sends troops to be stationed there and assist in the clearing out under the guise of peacekeeping, no other country, not even a hostile superpower, will have any reason or excuse to stop us!

Because we were invited by the legitimate government to maintain regional stability.

Doesn't the country already have peacekeeping forces? When the time comes, it will naturally be their turn to exert their strength and demonstrate their responsibility as a major power.

"And after it's all over," Zeng Long's lips curled back into that all-controlling smile:

In return, my Longyu Company will engage in a "powerful alliance" to develop the oil and gas resources of these two countries without spending a single penny of cash, and share the profits.

But the premise is—he deliberately drew out his tone:

"My company, Longyu, will unconditionally and fully take charge of all their country's post-war reconstruction work, including railways, highways, ports, urban infrastructure... all construction projects! And we will not charge them a single penny!"

"..."

Li Weiguo was completely dumbfounded.

His mouth gaped open, his eyes widened like saucers, and he stood frozen in place as if struck by an invisible lightning bolt, his mind blank.

He guessed that Zeng Long had a backup plan and a bigger scheme, but he never expected that the scheme would be so grand and astonishing!

Deploying peacekeeping troops overseas, substantially participating in and leading the urban development of both sovereign states, and deeply intertwining with their core oil and gas energy lifelines...

This is hardly a business collaboration.

This is clearly... this is clearly a powerful and almost inseparable link between the fate of these two countries and the national strategy of the Dragon Kingdom and the future of the Dragon Universe Company!

The political leverage, strategic significance, and long-term benefits involved cannot be measured in monetary terms!

Details…the details no longer mattered. Li Weiguo's mind was buzzing; he had only one thought at that moment:

We must immediately report Zeng Long's words verbatim to our superiors with the highest level of secrecy!

This goes far beyond his personal curiosity; it's a matter of national destiny!

He gave Zeng Long a deep look, his gaze incredibly complex, a mixture of shock, admiration, and a hint of indescribable fear.

He didn't say anything more, turned around abruptly, and almost staggered, but rushed out of the suite at top speed, forgetting even to say goodbye.

After Li Weiguo left in a hurry, the Yuetingyuan suite returned to silence, with only the images of the war in the Middle East still flashing silently on the giant LCD screen.

The flames from the explosion, the billowing smoke, and the ruins were reflected alternately on Zeng Long's expressionless face!

He watched quietly, his eyes as deep as the starry sky, as if appreciating a silent play that had nothing to do with him, or as if examining the beacon he had lit with his own hands.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke, his voice calm and even, breaking the silence in the room: "Xiaoya."

Lin Xiaoya was sitting cross-legged on the sofa next to me, happily munching on a bag of potato chips.

Hearing the voice, he immediately looked up, his bright eyes showing no surprise, only absolute obedience and eagerness: "I'm here, boss!"

"Call the brothers, and Baroque and... Ronnie."

Zeng Long's instructions were clear, concise, and without the slightest hesitation: "The funds are ready."

"Understood!" Xiaoya's eyes lit up suddenly, like a leopard that had caught the scent of its prey. She quickly threw the bag of potato chips aside and deftly grabbed the satellite encrypted phone next to her.

She knew that her boss was about to drop a real bombshell on the chaotic chessboard of the Middle East, a bombshell that could decide the outcome.

The sources of chaos currently clashing are about to make their final connection with this "funding" that is about to arrive and is powerful enough to shake the world, forming a strong and secretive alliance.

However, just as her finger was about to press the dial button, she paused slightly.

A rare moment of hesitation flashed across her face. She raised her head, cautiously glancing at Zeng Long's sharply defined profile, and softly reminded him:

"Boss, once I call Ronnie... Sister Anna... well, it probably won't be long before Sister Anna finds out your exact location."

She observed Zeng Long's expression, her voice lowering even further, "So... how do you plan to face her then?"

"Anna..."

Upon hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar name uttered by Lin Xiaoya, Zeng Long's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.

A complex and enigmatic emotion flickered deep within his seemingly perpetually calm eyes—

There was a moment of stillness, and a hint of tenderness that was barely perceptible!

But more than anything, it's a deep sense of guilt, as if carrying some burden.

His fingers unconsciously curled up, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples hard, letting out a barely audible sigh that carried a heavy weight.

"What's meant to happen will happen." His voice lowered, carrying a resigned calm, yet also a barely perceptible tension. "I can't... hide from her forever."

He turned his head and looked out the window at the dazzling and bustling night view of the capital city, which, though bright, could not illuminate every corner!

His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of reinforced concrete, across the boundless ocean, and see a distant place, a figure he once knew all too well.

Xiaoya looked at Zeng Long's seemingly calm profile, but his jawline was actually slightly taut, and sighed inwardly!

The eldest brother wasn't heartless or ruthless; it's just that some debts and feelings were too heavy and too complicated, making even someone like him, who was in control of the overall situation, feel troubled and...helpless.

"I understand, boss." Xiaoya said no more, her eyes regaining their firmness and sharpness.

Without further hesitation, her slender fingers quickly and accurately pressed a series of complex numbers on the keypad of the encrypted phone.

She needs to contact those "brothers" scattered around the world, existing like ghosts, and she needs to contact "Blood Butcher" Baroque, the leader of the world's number one mercenary group.

At the same time, she needed to contact Ronnie, the head of the Rothschild family, a financial tycoon who stood at the top of the global financial chain and could trigger a capital market tsunami with a flick of his finger.

The boss's massive plans and demanding requirements necessitate the full cooperation and cover of Ronnie's global financial network and vast capital.

For a moment, only the monotonous and mysterious waiting tone before the satellite phone connected remained in the suite—

"Beep...beep...beep..." Each sound seemed to strike a chord in one's heart, foreshadowing the approaching storm.

A financial storm and resource war is about to sweep across the global capital and business world, and completely shake up the world's geopolitical landscape.

With the phone calls Lin Xiaoya was about to make, the heavy curtain was officially drawn.

Meanwhile, an emotional storm is brewing across the ocean, involving complex pasts, love, hate, and entanglements—

This phone call to Ronnie will inevitably sweep over Zeng Long.

Inside the suite, the light and shadow shift and change.

Zeng Long remained seated, gazing at the burning land and vanishing lives on the screen.

His eyes were unfathomable, as if they swallowed all light and concealed all unknown secrets and turmoil.