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

After a heartfelt phone call with Ronnie ended, an eerie silence fell over the suite.

Zeng Long did not act immediately. He slowly sat back on the sofa, his body sinking into the soft leather, and closed his eyes.

He wasn't resting; he was like a precision computer running at overclock!

They began, with terrifying speed and calm deduction, to review and analyze every aspect of the entire massive plan—

From the smoke of war in the Middle East to global capital markets, we search for any possible, subtle loopholes.

His fingers tapped rapidly and rhythmically on his knees unconsciously, a habitual action he took when deep in thought.

His brows furrowed slightly at times and relaxed at others, as if he were engaged in a fierce battle with countless virtual opponents in his mind.

The neon lights of Beijing outside the window shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting interplay of light and shadow on his sharply defined profile, adding to his unfathomable air.

About ten minutes later, the tapping stopped abruptly.

Zeng Long suddenly opened his eyes, all the confusion and previous emotional turmoil in them vanished—

Instead, there is a frozen calmness and an all-seeing sharpness.

He stood up, his movements regaining their usual composure and strength, his gaze first falling on the iron pillar standing solemnly beside him like an iron tower, exuding a powerful aura.

"Tiezhu," Zeng Long's voice was calm and undisturbed, "call the supreme commanders of the military in D country and C country."

He spoke at a steady pace, yet every word carried immense weight:

In other words, all of our "insiders" planted within the anti-government forces have been infiltrated.

Ask them to provide the best blasting coordinates as soon as possible.

At the same time—his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he ordered them to arrange absolutely reliable trusted troops and guards to carry out comprehensive battlefield camouflage!

To make this crazy explosion and the subsequent "thunderous counterattack" seem logical and seamless!

The entire matter must be handled with utmost care, leaving no trace of human manipulation or loopholes for outsiders!

"Yes! I guarantee to complete the mission!" Tie Zhu's voice boomed like a bell, without any unnecessary questions. His huge body trembled slightly, and his eyes flashed with a resolute light as he carried out the mission.

After explaining the most crucial military aspects, Zeng Long turned his gaze to Lin Xiaoya, who appeared obedient but whose eyes were actually filled with suppressed excitement.

"Xiaoya."

"Here! Boss!" Lin Xiaoya responded almost jumping, like a cheetah waiting to pounce.

"You don't need to go to school tomorrow." Zeng Long's instructions were clear:

I will have Tengao arrange all the necessary professional equipment, as well as an absolutely reliable and top-notch team of financial traders.

Tomorrow, all of them, including Teng Ao himself, will obey your orders.

He paused slightly to make sure Xiaoya fully understood:

Once Ronnie's funds are ready, send him the dozens of top-secret Swiss bank accounts in different countries that I previously provided.

He was instructed to use all of the family's channels to transfer funds in stages and batches into these accounts without alerting any external forces.

At this point, Zeng Long's eyes suddenly turned icy cold, like a Siberian chill, as if the temperature in the entire suite had dropped several degrees. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"Then...once all the funds are in place, use all the funds in these dozens of accounts, through trading terminals distributed in more than a dozen different countries, to trade at the fastest speed, starting with 50 times leverage."

He uttered this figure, almost word by word, a number that would send chills down the spines of any financial tycoon: "A full-scale incursion into the global oil and gas futures market!"

His voice was resolute, carrying an unquestionable determination:

Remember! No matter what price is listed in the market, no matter whether the current market is rising or falling, give me—a comprehensive, cost-insensitive, sweeping buy...buy!

"Did you understand?!" Zeng Long's gaze swept over Xiao Ya and Tie Zhu, who had just finished his call, as well as Ye Feng, who had been silent like a shadow but whose eyes were already sharp as knives.

"Roger that! Mission accomplished!" the two replied in unison, their voices brimming with barely suppressed excitement and fighting spirit.

They knew that this was not just a financial operation; it was a war without gunfire, yet equally brutal and even more bloody!

The boss's order is to sound the horn for a general offensive!

After efficiently deploying the offensive strategy for the financial market, Zeng Long did not pause for a moment. He immediately took out his encrypted satellite phone and quickly dialed a number that only existed in his memory.

The call was answered almost instantly, but there was no greeting on the other end, only a deathly silence, as if death itself was waiting for instructions.

Zeng Long was not surprised at all, speaking very quickly with the conciseness and efficiency characteristic of the battlefield:

"Old killer, we can start the operation the day after tomorrow."

Make sure Hellfire cooperates with the Imperial Armed Forces, the Sai Armed Forces, and other friendly dark forces to disguise a fierce battle between multiple factions in the designated area!

Block all the key nodes and cross-border transportation bottlenecks of the land-based oil pipelines of the major oil-producing countries in the Middle East!

I want them to prevent them from exporting a single barrel of oil within the next ten days! Can they do that?

There was still silence on the other end of the phone.

But a few seconds later, a very faint, yet chilling sound came through—"click." It was the sound of a bullet being chambered, and then the call was abruptly ended.

Zeng Long put down the phone, his face expressionless.

He knew that Baroque had already accepted the mission, and with the threat and control of Hellfire and Blood Butcher, plus the Imperial Armed Forces and the Cyborg Armed Forces, this mission would definitely not fail.

Physical supply disruptions are the most direct, violent, and effective way to drive oil prices soaring!

After finishing his phone call with Baroque, Zeng Long seemed to relax his tense nerves a little.

He paced back and forth in the spacious suite's living room, a rare occurrence for him, his fingers stroking his chin as if he were pondering some trivial matter of life.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at the three nuclear weapons team members inside the room. His tone was somewhat consultative, yet also abrupt:

"Do you think... we should move out and rent or buy a bigger place? Staying in this hotel suite at Yuetingyuan all the time is too crowded and noisy, it's not a long-term solution."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xiaoya scoffed, a smug look on her face saying, "You finally remembered!" She jumped in front of him, as if to claim credit, and said:

"Boss! You're only remembering now? I already discussed it with Sister Xiaoyu, and it's almost all settled!"

She counted on her fingers, as if reciting a familiar story:

Not far from Beijing Qing University, there is a high-end villa area called "Yunding Fengdan". There is a detached villa there with ready-made decoration and furniture, top-notch configuration, you can move in with just your bags!

The price I negotiated was absolutely a great deal!

Even the cook who cooks for us was personally selected by me and Sister Xiaoyu. She's absolutely reliable and trustworthy!

She patted her budding chest, her face beaming with praise, "Don't worry, how could you rough men do these things?"

It's still up to me, Lin Xiaoya, who's cute, thoughtful, and incredibly capable, to handle this! Boss, you can just go and stay there!

Looking at Lin Xiaoya's quirky and sparkling eyes, especially when she mentioned organizing things with Zeng Lingyu, Zeng Long felt his suppressed curiosity and doubts resurface.

These two girls have been acting mysteriously and whispering to each other far too often lately.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharpening, fixed on Lin Xiaoya with an undeniable scrutiny, his voice deepening:

"Little Sparrow," he used this long-unheard, warning-laden nickname, "tell me honestly, what exactly have you and Xiaoyu been plotting behind the scenes all this time?"

Lin Xiaoya's smile froze instantly, and her heart skipped a beat.

Oh no! The boss called me "Little Sparrow"! This usually means he's a little angry or seriously suspicious!

"Did he discover something?" Xiaoya's inner alarm bells rang. "No way! How could Sister Xiaoyu tell her own brother my real plan? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

In a flash, Xiaoya's eyes darted around and she saw Tiezhu and Ye Feng standing beside her like two door gods, trying their best to suppress their laughter as they watched the show.

She immediately had a plan—she had to drag these two "big oafs" into this mess too! There's safety in numbers, after all!

Her face immediately contorted into an innocent and aggrieved expression, but her eyes secretly glanced at Tie Zhu and Ye Feng—

She gave a threatening signal that "you're dead if you don't cooperate," and then said to Zeng Long in a coquettish tone:

Hey boss! What could we possibly be plotting? I just want to move to a big house with more privacy as soon as possible!

Don't you think it's too conspicuous for a few of us to always be living in a place like Yuetingyuan?

Brother Tiezhu and Brother Yefeng have long wanted a place where they can train freely, haven't they?

As she spoke, she frantically gave the two men meaningful glances.

Tie Zhu and Ye Feng received the signal, and seeing their boss's scrutinizing gaze, they could only bite the bullet, awkwardly touch their noses, and vaguely agree:

"Ah...yes, it's a bit inconvenient for training..."

Zeng Long stared intently, his scrutinizing gaze lingering on Lin Xiaoya's face for a long time, as if trying to see right through her.

Xiaoya tried to remain calm, but her heart was pounding with anxiety.

In the end, Zeng Long seemed unable to find any conclusive evidence, and could only issue a warning with a hint of helplessness, saying in a deep voice:

"I hope you don't cause any trouble."

Seeing that her boss had temporarily stopped asking questions, Xiaoya breathed a long sigh of relief.

Zeng Long stopped dwelling on it, sat back on the sofa, took out his phone, and dialed Teng Ao's number.

Mr. Teng, tomorrow, transfer the 100 billion yuan you prepared directly to the safe account designated by Xiaoya.

Also, by tomorrow morning, arrange a completely confidential and fully equipped office space, along with the equipment and trading team I requested. All personnel must be absolutely trustworthy. Understand?

Teng Ao on the other end of the phone naturally gave his assurances repeatedly.

After giving all the instructions, Zeng Long hung up the phone, looked at the three men in the room whose eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and finally gave the order in a deep voice:

"Get some rest and recharge. Starting tomorrow, everyone will be responsible for their duties, and there's no room for error!"

"Received!" the three answered in unison, their voices ringing out. As they looked at each other, they could see the uncontrollable, fiery excitement burning in each other's eyes.

The storm is brewing. Tomorrow will be the day they officially sound the call to attack the world!