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

The financial battlefield, shrouded in invisible smoke, at the Teng Group headquarters has been left behind!

Zeng Long drove the black sedan arranged by Teng Ao, like a fish swimming in a river of cars, steadily and quickly heading towards another place that could affect the fate of the nation—the General Staff of the Dragon Kingdom's military.

In a heavily guarded, simply furnished yet imposing office, General Liu and Li Weiguo sat facing each other, drinking tea, but both of them had a deep sense of doubt and seriousness in their eyes.

The aroma of tea wafted through the air, yet it couldn't dispel the heavy sense of anticipation that hung in the air.

"Bang!" The office door was pushed open, and Zeng Long appeared in the doorway.

As soon as he stepped inside, Old Liu's signature loud voice boomed like a bell, carrying a hint of feigned anger and genuine concern:

"You little rascal! We old folks just finished cleaning up the mess you made at Yueting Garden, and you, all mysterious and secretive, have stirred up such a huge hornet's nest in the Middle East!"

General Liu's eyes widened, and he slammed his large, fan-like hand on the mahogany tea table, making the teacups clang loudly.

Minister Li rushed to the palace in the dead of night to report your "earth-shattering" plan!

Now look what's happened! You've really piqued the interest of those big shots, making them both nervous and excited. Many of them are even having trouble sleeping!

That said, he leaned forward, staring intently at Zeng Long, his tone becoming more serious than ever before!

"This matter is far too significant. Are you really confident you can pull it off? If you mess it up, it could cause an international upheaval!"

Despite the "roar" from this distinguished old general, Zeng Long showed no sign of nervousness.

He walked very naturally to the empty seat next to the tea table, sat down, picked up a clean purple clay cup, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of hot tea, filling it about seven-tenths full.

His movements were unhurried, as if he were at home.

He picked up the teacup, gently blew away the rising steam, took a sip, and then looked up at Old Liu:

"Old Liu, this is such a massive game, involving many forces and changing rapidly. It's impossible for me to control every detail and be perfect in every aspect."

His voice was calm and composed. "I only focus on the big picture, ensuring that the ultimate benefits flow in the direction we expect, isn't that enough?"

"Alright!" Old Liu stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly slapped his thigh, a decisive glint in his eyes:

We are willing to wait, and we are willing to take this gamble with you! This is a once-in-a-lifetime strategic opportunity for the country!

I believe you're not someone who speaks without reason!

"Speak," he said, leaning slightly forward, "What specific arrangements are there for having Minister Li and me wait here for you?"

Zeng Long put down his teacup, a meaningful smile appearing on his face:

"Of course it's a good thing, a great benefit to the country." His gaze turned to Old Liu, becoming sharp and focused. "I've come here mainly to discuss two things."

He held up two fingers:

First, the country needs to immediately and secretly prepare an elite natural gas pipeline engineering force.

It requires top-notch technology, complete equipment, and reliable personnel.

They were instructed to quickly assemble all professional maintenance equipment, materials, and personnel, implement absolute confidentiality measures, enter a wartime state, and be ready to be deployed to the Middle East to carry out missions.

"Secondly," Zeng Long said, his tone becoming even more serious.

"The military is requested to select two special operations battalions with outstanding discipline and formidable combat capabilities as soon as possible. They must be absolutely reliable, well-equipped, and ready to be deployed to the Middle East at any time."

The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the office froze.

The doubts on Liu Lao and Li Weiguo's faces did not get resolved; instead, they deepened, almost forming a knot.

Li Weiguo was the first to lose his composure, leaning forward slightly, his brows furrowed, his tone full of confusion:

Send engineering troops specializing in natural gas pipeline construction to the Middle East? And simultaneously dispatch two of the most elite special forces units?

Why? What are you up to, kid?

The fighting is raging over there, and you're sending an engineering team to fix the pipeline? This... He felt his brain couldn't keep up with Zeng Long's leaping thoughts.

"Damn!" Zeng Long seemed speechless at their reactions, and subconsciously reached for the special cigarettes that Old Liu had placed on the table—

He pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, took a puff, and then blurted out a curse.

"Slap!" Before he could finish speaking, he received a solid slap on the back of the head from Old Liu.

"Speak properly!" Old Liu glared, puffing out his beard. "You have no manners! I'm old enough to be your grandfather, what are you 'relying' on me for?!"

Zeng Long rubbed the back of his head, his roguish air lessening somewhat, but his eyes still held a hint of helplessness.

He held a cigarette in his mouth, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and then said leisurely:

"Fine, fine! I'm really impressed with you guys. The engineering corps is going there, of course, to repair the natural gas pipelines."

Then, his tone abruptly changed, his eyes instantly turning icy cold, as if a Siberian cold front had swept through the entire office, making the temperature seem to drop several degrees:

"Because I'm going to blow up the two major natural gas pipelines that run from Middle Eastern countries C and D to Europe!"

"What?!?!" "Are you crazy?!"

Like cats whose tails had been stepped on, Old Liu and Li Weiguo jumped up from their chairs and exclaimed in unison!

The two men's faces drained of color instantly, filled with utter shock and disbelief!

Old Liu was trembling with rage. He pointed a trembling finger at Zeng Long's nose, his voice distorted by extreme anger and lingering fear:

Nonsense! Zeng Long! This is blatant playing with fire! It's an act of destruction!

Is that something that can move?! That's an energy artery!

If it were bombed, it would not only plunge millions, even tens of millions, of people in Europe into panic and a survival crisis in the freezing cold!

It will cause incalculable environmental disasters and climate deterioration!

The leaked methane is a super greenhouse gas! No! Absolutely not! This must be stopped immediately! Stop it right now!

The old general became more and more excited as he spoke, his spittle almost spraying onto Zeng Long's face, and his voice so loud that the windowpanes rattled.

The nation wants to become strong and rise to prominence!

But it is by no means built on the suffering and sacrifice of ordinary people in other countries!

This is not the style of our Dragon Nation's soldiers! Nor is it our Dragon Nation's national policy! Do you even know what you're saying?! Huh?!

Faced with Liu Lao's volcanic rebuke and Li Weiguo's equally disapproving sharp gaze, Zeng Long helplessly wiped his face and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

He stood up, and instead of showing any fear of being reprimanded, his face revealed his signature roguish smile, which carried a hint of wickedness and an air of complete control.

"I say! General Liu, Old Liu! Could you please not be in such a hurry? Let me finish what I have to say, okay?"

He gestured with his hands, indicating that the two should calm down. "This is my disguise! It's a grand performance for the whole world!"

He walked to the huge world map in the center of the office and pointed precisely at the area encompassed by the two thick energy pipelines connecting the Middle East to Europe.

"Simply put, this play is called—fake it real, and in the end, it's half real and half fake, making it hard to tell the difference!"