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

After dinner, Zeng Long returned alone to his well-arranged bedroom in the villa.

He didn't turn on the lights, letting the neon lights of the city outside the window filter through the curtains, casting dappled and blurry shadows into the room.

He needed absolute quiet to sort out the jumbled clues in his mind.

That hidden organization, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, constantly tried to uncover their secrets, making him feel uneasy as if he were being entangled in a shadow.

Waiting passively has never been his style.

Meanwhile, the unusual behavior of Lin Xiaoya, Tiezhu, and Ye Feng since they moved into the villa, as well as the mysterious "aunt" whose "achievements" were only known but never seen, lingered in his mind like a fog.

That excessive thoughtfulness and precision clearly concealed a secret. However, for now, this secret seemed harmless, even carrying a clumsy warmth, which made him temporarily suppress the urge to investigate further.

Meanwhile, the construction of the global intelligence network by the White Eagles must be accelerated!

Intelligence is like eyes in the night.

The frustration of being secretly investigated and unable to quickly retaliate further confirms this point.

Without a highly efficient and accurate intelligence system under one's absolute control, it's like playing a game of chess in the fog, always one step behind and subject to constraints at every turn.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration cleaved through the fog in his mind like lightning!

He sat up abruptly, a sharp glint in his eyes, and immediately took out the multi-encrypted satellite phone, dialing a number without hesitation.

The call was answered almost instantly. There was no greeting on the other end, only silence, as they waited for Zeng Long's voice.

"Old killer," Zeng Long said, his voice low and swift, carrying an undeniable determination, "Listen, I have a new idea."

"That hidden force on the other side certainly won't give up investigating our leads. Since they want to investigate, let's just offer them a little something!"

He spoke faster, and his thoughts were clearer:

"Have your trusted men subtly and discreetly guide the clues to... the armed rescue operation in Country D last time, at several key points where the enemy might be investigating."

He further clarified the direction:

Draw their attention to the identity of "Judgment Officer." They want to find out our specific identities; the background of Squad Zero is an absolute bottom line and must not be exposed.

Since that's the case, let's use 'Judgment'—a relatively independent identity protected by the Dragon Kingdom's military—as bait!

Zeng Long's lips curled into a cold smile, as if he could already see his prey stepping into a trap:

"That way, I can lure the snake out of its hole!"

"It will be done in two steps: First, I will have my intelligence network, which is currently being established, deploy to monitor and trace the leads you deliberately left unchecked! As long as they follow this line of investigation, they will inevitably leave traces. I want to see who this powerful figure is!"

"Secondly," his eyes flashed with even greater coldness, "once they suspect I am 'The Judge,' they will definitely focus their investigation on China. On this land, they will inevitably mobilize their hidden forces. At that time, I will have the military and the Ministry of Security 'assist' in a thorough investigation! Let's see how deep they can hide!"

"Both plans will be activated simultaneously, one overt and one covert," Zeng Long's voice was filled with absolute confidence. "I refuse to believe that this venomous snake hiding in the stinking ditch won't surface for air!"

There was still silence on the other end of the phone, but Zeng Long knew that Baroque had understood and would execute the order perfectly.

A few seconds later, the call was abruptly cut off.

Having arranged everything, Zeng Long leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

Although he had laid out his counterattack plan, the feeling of being watched by an unknown enemy and the various mysteries around him still made him uneasy.

This night is destined to be sleepless.

Just as Zeng Long was strategizing in his room, while the sky over the capital was still not fully bright, remaining in the deepest indigo blue before dawn—

A slender figure appeared on the quiet path in the villa area and finally stopped in front of villa number 16-8.

She was a woman who looked to be around fifty years old, and she was thin.

She was carrying a heavy shopping bag in each hand, stuffed with all sorts of fresh vegetables and meats, so tight that her fingers were turning white.

Upon reaching the door, she gently placed the bag on the ground, bent over slightly, patted her back, and breathed heavily, clearly exhausted.

After resting for a while, she skillfully took out an access card from her pocket, and with a "beep," she opened the villa's door with practiced ease.

However, the moment she stepped into the entryway, three figures in the living room stood up in unison, as if they had been waiting for a long time!

It was Lin Xiaoya, Tiezhu, and Ye Feng!

The three of them had obviously gotten up and were waiting there long ago, or perhaps they had slept very restlessly, as they all looked visibly tired, especially Tie Zhu, whose honest face had such dark circles under his eyes that he looked like a panda.

Upon seeing them, the woman paused slightly, then a helpless yet loving smile appeared on her face as she gently reprimanded them:

Oh dear, you three kids! How many times have I told you? You don't need to wait for me here!

You all need plenty of sleep to grow right now, so hurry up and listen to me, go back to your rooms and take another nap!

Auntie will call you down when she has finished making breakfast.

Upon hearing this, Tie Zhu's massive body actually twitched slightly. He stretched out his large, fan-like hand and vigorously scratched the back of his head!

A simple, even slightly ingratiating smile spread across his face, while his other hand unconsciously tugged at the hem of his clothes.

Where is this the "steel beast" that tore apart armored vehicles with its bare hands on the Middle Eastern battlefield and struck fear into the hearts of the enemy?

At this moment, he was exactly like a big boy who had done something wrong and was at a loss in front of his elders.

"Ah... Auntie," Tiezhu said in a muffled voice, his voice dropping eight octaves, "why...why don't we help out from the side? We...we're not sleepy."

Although Lin Xiaoya and Ye Feng didn't speak, the meaning in their eyes was exactly the same as Tie Zhu's—a complex emotion mixed with respect, nervousness, and a desire to get closer but not knowing how.

The woman looked at them with a mixture of amusement and pity, and could only shake her head helplessly, as if she had become accustomed to this scene.

She didn't say anything more, picked up the heavy sack of vegetables, and went straight into the kitchen.

And so, an extremely strange yet inexplicably heartwarming scene appeared—

In a spacious and bright modern kitchen, a slender woman wearing an apron skillfully begins to wash rice, vegetables, and meat, getting busy at work.

At the kitchen doorway stood three "nuclear bomb" level figures—powerful enough to keep countless leaders of the underworld on their toes.

The divine bird, the god of death, and the ferocious beast stood there like three most loyal yet clumsy door gods!

Their eyes followed the woman's every move closely, their gazes filled with tension and concern.

Whenever the woman picked up a heavy pot or bent down to retrieve the seasonings from the bottom—

Their bodies would instinctively lean forward, their muscles tense, as if ready to rush in and help at any moment, but their feet seemed nailed to the floor at the doorway, not daring to step out of line.

Their expressions were extremely unnatural, and they would occasionally look at each other blankly!

Sometimes he stares intently into the kitchen, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet!

Their awkwardness—wanting to curry favor yet fearing to do more harm than good—formed a stark and astonishing contrast to their decisive, ruthless, and merciless image on the battlefield!

If those international forces that have dealt with them or been "focused on" by them were to see this scene!

They would probably be so shocked that their eyes would pop out, and they would never believe that these three devils could have such a "well-behaved" or even "flattering" side.

This eerie yet harmonious morning scene, like the villa itself, was shrouded in a warm, yet still mysterious, mist.

What is the true identity of this "auntie" who could be treated so well by three "nuclear bombs"?