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

Under the starry sky, four young men with unfortunate fates made a vow about their journey home and their ultimate goal.

The road ahead is still full of thorns, but with each other as family and a common goal, even in the darkest night, we can see a glimmer of light ahead.

They continued chatting, joking, and teasing each other, but their deep homesickness had transformed into an even stronger resolve.

Because they believe that their leader will one day guide them on their way home.

Just then, the little sparrow wiped its nose with its sleeve, suddenly raised its head, and looked at Zero with bright, sparkling eyes:

"Boss, I...I want to tell you my name. My original name was...Lin Xiaoya."

She spoke the name softly, yet with a sense of reverence.

"My mother hopes I will grow up to be a quiet and elegant girl..."

She looked at her hands, which were covered in oil and solder residue, and smiled sheepishly.

Tie Dun paused for a moment, then slapped his thigh hard:

"Yes! My name is Shi Tiezhu! My dad said he hopes I'll be as strong and upright as an iron pillar!"

He straightened his strong chest, as if the name gave him boundless strength.

Leng Ci remained silent for a moment, then, under everyone's gaze, whispered:

"...Ye Feng." The voice was still cold, but it lacked the usual killing intent and had a hint of...humanity that was hard to detect.

Zero looked at them and read out their names one by one:

"Lin Xiaoya... Shi Tiezhu... Ye Feng..." He nodded, offering no further comment, but solemnly stated:

"I remember, but I cannot tell you my name because I have no name. My background and origins are all zero."

At this moment, the three friends spoke up at the same time, "You have a name... your name is what we call you in our hearts! Boss..."

Just then, three tall figures appeared silently at the edge of the campfire's glow, like ghosts; they were Baroque, Xueyan, and Jianmo.

"Hey, the little ones are having a good time, huh? Even having a bonfire party?"

Baroque's rough voice rang out as he crossed his arms, his single eye gleaming with a complex light in the firelight.

The three immediately stood up: "Commander! Doctor! Mr. Silent!"

Xue Yan pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the firelight, revealing no emotion.

"Discussing names? An interesting psychological phenomenon. The search for belonging and identity."

He remained silent as always, like a silent statue, but his gaze swept over the four boys, lingering for a moment, especially on Zero.

Baroque strode over, unceremoniously picked up the last half of a rabbit leg from the grill, took a bite, chewed a few times, and mumbled:

"A name... is a good thing. It represents where you come from. But in this godforsaken place, strength is more important than a name."

He finished the rabbit leg in a few bites, casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve, glanced at the four people with his one eye, and suddenly sighed, his tone becoming somewhat deeper than usual:

"Hearing you guys talk about your families... about the past... it really makes me feel uneasy."

He kicked at the dirt beneath his feet, as if organizing his thoughts:

"Kids, do you think we three old men are too harsh on you? Too heartless? Treating you like killing machines?"

The four people in Zero didn't speak, but their eyes conveyed their agreement.

"Hmph," Baroque snorted, pointing to himself:

Do you know what people call me outside? "Blood Butcher" Baroque! The Emperor of the Mercenary World!

Back in the day, I was all alone with just a knife, and I could slaughter my way through the camp of a small warlord! My record? I'm the record!

He then suddenly pointed at Xue Yan:

And him! Xue Yan! That old bastard wasn't always like this!

He's the world's top surgeon and biologist!

He saved ten thousand times more people than he killed! He almost won the Nobel Prize!

Xue Yan's expression was not clearly visible in the firelight, but his eyes behind his glasses were slightly lowered.

Baroque's voice carried a hint of suppressed anger:

"But what about his wife and kids? A bunch of sons of bitches, trying to force him to hand over his research results, did it right in front of him...!"

He stopped abruptly, took a deep breath, as if the tragedy still filled him with rage.

Later, it was Laozi who led his men and wiped out that bunch of bastards from top to bottom! Not a single one was left alive! From then on, Xue Yan changed.

He no longer studies how to save people; he only studies how to kill people faster and more efficiently!

He said, "Since I can't save the people I want to save, then I'll kill all the people who deserve to die!"

There was a deathly silence around the campfire, broken only by the crackling of burning firewood.

The little sparrow (Lin Xiaoya) covered her mouth, her eyes wide open.

Tiedun (Shi Tiezhu) clenched his fist.

Leng Ci (Ye Feng)'s breathing seemed to quicken for a moment.

Zero's gaze became incredibly profound.

Baroque finally looked at the shadow-like silence:

As for him… he remained silent.

No one outside knew his name or what he looked like.

Because everyone who saw him is dead.

His assassinations and solo combat skills were considered art by his parents!

He is the walking Grim Reaper! Hellfire's sharpest spear and its strongest shield!

"The three of us old monsters, 'Blood Butcher,' 'Ghost Doctor,' and 'Death God,' came together to create 'Hellfire.'"

Baroque's voice lowered:

People say we kill without hesitation, that we are cold-blooded and inhuman.

But who the hell knows what we've been through?

Many times, we have no choice! This damn world forces you to pick up a gun, to either kill or be killed!

He walked up to Zero, his one-eyed man staring intently at him:

Zero, I see the shadows of the three of us from the past in you!

He has Lao Tzu's ruthlessness, Xue Yan's intellect, and Jianmo's sinister ruthlessness!

You are a natural leader, and your three brothers are all promising talents!

"But!" he changed his tone, his voice suddenly becoming stern:

"You're far from it! All you know right now is how to kill! How to kill more efficiently! But that's not all!"

Baroque waved his arms, as if releasing pent-up emotions:

"Why kill? Just to complete a mission? For money? Or just to fucking vent your anger? Bullshit!"

The truly top-tier powerhouses are not just madmen who only know how to kill!

You must understand why you kill! You must understand how to play the game, how to manipulate the overall situation from behind the scenes, and achieve your goal with the least cost!

You must learn to distinguish right from wrong—although in this damn world, there is often no right or wrong at all!

We need to learn how to stop more killing and harm, instead of creating more!

"People call 'Hellfire' butchers, and I accept that! But we've also saved people, busted human trafficking dens, and blown up drug plantations! It's just that nobody the hell reports on these things!"

Baroque gasped for breath, "I'm tired! Really tired! I don't want to live my whole life in slaughter! That's why I'm so ruthless to you!"

He looked at the four boys with a complex expression:

You think training is cruel now? When you finally spread your wings and fly high, facing this messed-up world alone, you'll know what true cruelty is!

We're being harsh on you now because we don't want you to end up like...like Xue Yan's family, because you're not strong enough in the future.

Or like those trafficked children, become meat on someone else's chopping block!

Xue Yan finally spoke, his voice calm but with a barely perceptible tremor:

Data shows that training in extreme environments can maximize potential and increase the probability of survival.

Emotions... are a luxury; it's best to keep them sealed away until you have absolute power.

He took a small step forward in silence, and for the first time outside of combat, he clearly uttered more than three words in a hoarse, low voice:

"Live. Become stronger. And then... make a choice."

The words of the three mentors struck the hearts of the four teenagers like a heavy hammer.

For the first time, they learned so clearly about the bloody and tragic past of their three demonic mentors.

For the first time, I understood the heavy expectations and... a distorted form of protection hidden behind those brutal training sessions.

The campfire crackled, illuminating three weathered faces and three youthful faces that were gradually losing their childishness and becoming more resolute.

Zero met Baroque's gaze and nodded slowly and firmly: "I understand."

He didn't say much, but his eyes said it all. Shi Tiezhu, Lin Xiaoya, and Ye Feng also straightened their backs.

At this moment, they seemed to truly understand the meaning of "Hellfire" and vaguely grasped the heavy and challenging road ahead.

Killing is not the end, but the means.

How to use this power to face this complex and cruel world will be the answer they need to explore with their own wings.