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

For Zeng Long, the next three days seemed to be a carefully woven, warm yet strange daily routine.

Whenever he returned to the villa late at night and entered his room, he would always see that the clothes he had changed out of had been washed, ironed, and neatly hung back in the closet or folded in the drawer.

Every morning, when he finished washing up and came downstairs, he would always see Lin Xiaoya, Tiezhu and Ye Feng sitting upright in the restaurant chairs like three guardian deities, "waiting" for his arrival.

All three had prominent dark circles under their eyes, and their eyes conveyed a mixture of fatigue, tension, and a strange sense of anticipation.

The breakfast on the table was astonishingly lavish, featuring everything from Chinese and Western pastries to various porridges and side dishes, and even noodles and rice noodles from all over China.

What touched Zeng Long even more was that almost everything on the table was his personal favorite flavor.

Dinner was the same; it was always perfectly tailored to his preferences.

Zeng Long wasn't without suspicion. He asked Lin Xiaoya several times, seemingly casually:

"Xiaoya, you've been here for a few days, why haven't I seen the cook?"

Lin Xiaoya would immediately put on a sweet smile each time, but her eyes would wander slightly.

"Oh, Auntie, she doesn't live in the villa, she lives in a nearby neighborhood. She goes back home after cooking three meals and cleaning up, so she doesn't bother us."

Whenever Zeng Long tried to delve deeper into the details, Ye Feng and Tie Zhu would immediately jump in and abruptly interrupt him in various ways, forcibly changing the subject.

These actions, on the contrary, deepened Zeng Long's suspicions.

However, he spent most of his time with Anna during those three days.

He took her to visit the famous historical sites in the capital, trying his best to make up for what he had done wrong in the past.

And it was also out of unconditional trust in his three brothers-in-arms, Ye Feng, Tie Zhu, and Xiao Ya!

He ultimately suppressed his curiosity for the time being, treating it as a "surprise" they had prepared for him together.

By the fourth day, Anna had finally calmed down from the excitement of her trip and resumed her work as a princess of the Rothschild family.

She and Lin Xiaoya went to the Teng Group headquarters building, preparing to intervene in the ongoing financial storm.

Looking at Anna's focused and professional profile, Zeng Long secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally having some time to himself.

He immediately drove to Yueting Garden again.

Teng Ao had already prepared a room for him that was absolutely confidential.

Zeng Long knocked on the door at the agreed-upon rhythm. After hearing three long knocks followed by two short knocks from inside, he used a special key to open the heavy soundproof door.

The room was softly lit, and a figure sat quietly at the tea table, sipping a cup of tea by himself.

He wore a pair of dark sunglasses, his aura extremely restrained, as if he had blended into the shadows of the room.

Zeng Long didn't recognize the unfamiliar face, but he already knew the visitor's identity—a former top agent of the Dragon Kingdom, codename:

"Pigeon." Because of the way to enter the room, he only told Pigeon over the phone.

Upon seeing Zeng Long enter the room, the person at the tea table showed no expression, only a slight upward twitch of the corner of their mouth as a greeting.

Then, under Zeng Long's calm gaze, he raised his right hand, subtly ran his fingernail behind his ear, and then expertly tore it downwards—

A delicately crafted, paper-thin mask was completely peeled off, revealing the true face hidden beneath.

It really was him—Pigeon!

His real appearance was far more ordinary than that mask; he was the kind of person you'd never see again in a crowd.

Although he wore a calm smile, Zeng Long knew that beneath that calm lay countless turbulent stories.

"Should I address you as 'The Judge'? Or 'Zeng Long'? Or...?"

The pigeon's call was steady, tinged with a hoarseness that came with the passage of time. He paused slightly, his gaze probing as he looked at Zeng Long:

"...Should I call you 'boss'?"

Zeng Long smiled but did not answer immediately.

He calmly walked to the opposite side of the tea table, sat down, picked up the teacup that Pigeon had already poured for him, which was now at a pleasant temperature, and took a small sip.

With its rich and mellow aroma, it is a top-grade Pu-erh tea.

Setting down his teacup, Zeng Long's gaze met Pigeon's: "That depends on whether I should call you 'Pigeon,' or something else?"

For a moment, the pigeon's eyes seemed to wander; he hesitated for a moment, as if searching for something in the long river of memory:

"To be honest, my real name... I've even forgotten it myself."

His tone was calm, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

"I was selected from a young age and subjected to all sorts of... rigorous training. The most basic training principle was 'forgetting' and 'remembering'."

He spoke slowly, his voice devoid of any emotion:

"Forgetting family, friends, even...ultimately forgetting one's own name. But what is 'remembered'..."

His tone suddenly became serious, as firm as steel:

"It's a mission! It's loyalty! It's faith! Until these are etched into our bones, integrated into our souls, and become instinct!"

He sighed softly, remaining calm:

"Later, with so many missions, each one brought a new name and a new identity. 'Pigeon' was just one of the code names that was used for a little longer."

He spoke of it casually.

But Zeng Long could clearly sense that beneath this almost cold calm lay countless moments of dancing on the edge of a knife and brushing shoulders with death.

It refers to countless long nights spent persevering in darkness and solitude.

It is this person before us, and countless others like him, who, through this selfless sacrifice, have brought peace and tranquility to the nation behind the scenes.

Zeng Long remained silent. He took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale the profound respect into his very being.

Then, he suddenly stood up straight, raised his right hand, and gave the pigeons a solemn military salute!

Pigeon watched Zeng Long's actions, her eyes behind her sunglasses flickering slightly, but she did not get up and accepted the greeting calmly.

Zeng Long sat down again, his gaze fixed intently on the pigeons:

"The names mentioned above, whether real names or code names, will be remembered. They are the medals you have forged with loyalty and honor."

His words carried a powerful and convincing force:

"But I hope that your future name will no longer be associated with just these things, but will also include—glory and the pinnacle!"

He leaned forward slightly, his tone resolute:

"The pigeon doesn't fly far enough or high enough! The bird that flies the highest in the world is the vulture! It can soar at an altitude of 11,000 meters, its feet on the clouds, overlooking the vast landscape!"

"Loyalty and honor, you already possess them. Now, I will give you a chance to rise above the clouds, to achieve your own glory, and to reach that unparalleled peak!"

His voice, booming like a bell, echoed in the quiet room:

"So...you're willing to accept the new name I'm giving you—White...Eagle...?"

"White...eagle?" Pigeon chewed on the two words repeatedly, his voice gradually rising from a low murmur to a high pitch, finally bursting into a series of hearty laughs:

"Hahaha...Good! Good! Good! White Vulture! Black and white vultures, overlooking the mountains and rivers! What a great name!"

He laughed loudly and suddenly took off the dark sunglasses he always wore.

The white vulture's left eye was a lifeless prosthetic eye, cold and empty.

And in his right eye, his only real eye, an uncontrollable gleam of excitement was flashing—

The clear tear tracks around her eyes shone like diamonds under the light!

"A verdict is a verdict..." Baijiu's voice was choked with emotion, yet filled with unprecedented vitality:

"My life was saved by you from that doomed mission in America. Today, you've given me a new name and a new future! I, White Eagle... have no regrets in this life!"

He stood up abruptly, his right eye flashing with a sharp light like a vulture locking onto its prey, his voice ringing like iron:

"Since that's the case, then I, White Eagle, will follow you to create glory and climb to the peak! No matter what lies ahead—" "I, White Eagle! I swear to follow you to the death!"

"Good!" Zeng Long laughed loudly, his spirit soaring.

"From then on, there will be no 'judgment' or 'boss' before you! Only Zeng Long, or...

He reached out and firmly grasped Bai Jiu's hand: "Brother!"

Two hands, one young and full of strength, the other calloused yet still vigorous, clasped tightly together, as if forging a strong covenant that transcends identity and past.

Releasing his grip, Zeng Long regained his composure.

He took out a thick document bag with the word "Top Secret" printed on the cover from his pocket and solemnly pushed it in front of Bai Jiu.

"I have already screened and prepared the personnel for you. They are all reliable and promising individuals with clean backgrounds and great potential. The target forces, related institutional networks, and preliminary action plans are all included."

He continued:

All logistical support, cutting-edge equipment, and technical support will be provided by "Divine Sparrow" (Lin Xiaoya's code name) to meet all your needs.

For subsequent intelligence transmission and analysis, you will work directly with the Divine Sparrow; she will be your most powerful ally.

Finally, Zeng Long took out a seemingly ordinary black bank card and gently placed it on the document bag.

"Here's a billion US dollars. It's your start-up and operating capital for building a global intelligence network."

His eyes were sharp as knives, carrying an undeniable determination:

"I have only one request—to spread this invisible 'net' to every corner of the world that needs it, as quickly as possible!"

Bai Jiu picked up the documents and bank card, and without saying anything unnecessary, simply nodded emphatically.

The flame burning in that single eye said it all.

Zeng Long didn't linger. He knew that for a top agent like Bai Jiu, too many instructions would only be a constraint.

He patted the white vulture on the shoulder, then turned and left the room.

The door closed gently behind me.

Zeng Long knew that Bai Jiu would never let him down.

He now has another formidable general under his command, one who is about to shake the world!

He has made another crucial move in his grand global strategy.

And the direction in which everything he did ultimately pointed his sword was crystal clear—

It was that mysterious and terrifying dark force that dared to switch him out eighteen years ago, hidden behind layers of mist!

The flames of revenge never died out in his heart; on the contrary, they burned ever more fiercely as his power accumulated!