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

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains, cutting into the quiet office.

General Liu stood before his large mahogany desk, his hands resting on the edge, his back slightly hunched. Before him lay several newly delivered telegrams and intelligence summaries.

An urgent note from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs: The head of the Luo family formally notifies that his granddaughter, Anna Luo, will travel to Shibai Town, Dragon Country, as the family's business representative to attend a "friend's relative's funeral".

Another document, a secret military telegram forwarded by the General Staff, stated that the Supreme Military Council of Country C in the Middle East had sent a diplomatic message announcing the unfortunate passing of the father of the country's Deputy Commander-in-Chief (Shi Tiezhu). Country C would be sending a high-level military delegation to offer condolences.

Old Liu pressed his fingers heavily against his temples, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His brows were furrowed, and his deeply lined face showed deep weariness and even deeper worry.

"Business telegram...military condolences..." he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse. "This is no longer a simple civilian funeral...this is a diplomatic incident."

However, what truly made him feel like he was walking on thin ice was the top-secret intelligence buried at the very bottom of the telegram.

Intelligence indicates that Zeng Long's legendary squad, codenamed "Zero," which is scattered across the globe, has suspended all missions and is rapidly converging on China from all corners of the world.

Meanwhile, the three core leaders of the Hellfire Mercenary Group—Baroque, Silent, and Xue Yan—who were close to them and served as both mentors and friends, had also set off.

"These people... aren't here to observe the ceremony." Old Liu closed his eyes, his mind filled with images of those archival photos—faces weathered by war, eyes like wolves. "They are Tie Zhu's sworn brothers, Zeng Long's sharpest blade... They came with blood feuds and rage."

He suddenly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot.

Once these killing gods, who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, know for certain that Shi Qinglie was tortured to death...

"They'll go crazy." Old Liu's voice trembled slightly. "Those kids... especially the 'special soldiers' that Zeng Long brought out, their authority is ambiguous and dangerous... Hatred will burn away all reason, and the situation will... completely spiral out of control."

He walked to the window, gazing at the gradually bustling capital city outside, his back view appearing somewhat heavy.

"Zeng Long, Zeng Long..." He sighed deeply, a sigh filled with helplessness and a faint glimmer of hope, "I hope... that you still have a last shred of... rationality that belongs to 'rules' in your heart. Please don't... rip the sky apart."

The entrance to Shijiagou Village has become a strange place where both bustling activity and desolation coexist.

Rows of military green camouflage trucks lay like silent steel behemoths.

Rows of gleaming, top-of-the-line luxury cars silently display astonishing wealth and power.

Fully armed soldiers with eagle-like eyes, stationed every five steps and sentry every ten steps, formed a cold and invisible wall of defense.

Against this solemn backdrop, nationally renowned business tycoons and local tycoons, with solemn expressions, stepped forward one by one to offer incense to an ordinary villager in the midst of countless astonished gazes.

The three synchronized gunshots that reverberated through the valley and startled the birds were like a thunderclap, completely shattering the tranquility of this land and igniting the suppressed curiosity and restlessness of the people.

The news spread like wildfire, carried by the morning breeze.

Neighbors from the surrounding villages of Shijiagou Village had already flocked out, crowding the village roads and field ridges.

People from neighboring towns and even the county seat, having heard the news, arrived from all directions, riding motorcycles, driving tractors, and even on foot. The roadsides were packed, the hillsides were overflowing, a sea of ​​heads, the murmurs rising like waves. Everyone craned their necks, trying to see clearly what was happening in the center, surrounded by soldiers and luxury cars.

"Have you heard? Shi Qinglie's son is a high-ranking officer in the military! He flew back!"

"That's not all! Look at those cars, those people... My God, even the richest man in the province is here!"

"That gunshot just now... was to welcome guests! This kind of spectacle... has anyone in our family ever seen anything like it?"

"Uncle Qinglie died unjustly... This time, I'm afraid something terrible is about to happen..."

Fear, shock, sympathy, excitement, awe of the unknown forces... all sorts of emotions mixed and fermented among the crowd.

At the heart of this storm—the county town—three distinct yet equally powerful forces are now at work.

Group 1: In front of the County Council Office Building.

Three black government cars silently came to a stop.

The car door opened, and more than ten people dressed in dark suits with special badges pinned to their chests stepped out briskly. Their steps were orderly and heavy, their faces expressionless, their eyes sharp as scalpels, as they walked straight toward the main entrance of the building.

The man leading the group was around fifty years old with a cold expression. He looked up at the building's sign, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

The staff at the door instinctively wanted to step forward and ask, but were intimidated by the imposing and righteous aura emanating from the other person and the subtle sense of oppression, and froze on the spot.

The Special Inspectorate of the Supreme Anti-Corruption Agency of the Dragon Kingdom has arrived.

Group 2: County Public Security Bureau compound.

Almost simultaneously, three SUVs with special license plates sped in and came to an abrupt stop.

A dozen or so capable personnel quickly disembarked, their movements even more swift, exuding a ruthless and decisive aura. The leader's eyes flashed like lightning as he swept over the slightly chaotic courtyard, then, without uttering a word, led his team directly towards the main building.

The Ministry of Public Security of China has formed a special investigation team to intervene.

Group 3: County Public Security Bureau, lobby.

This group is completely different.

Instead of the understated elegance of official vehicles, a military off-road vehicle violently rammed open the half-closed courtyard gate and came to a sudden stop at the foot of the hall steps!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The car door swung open, and Lin Xiaoya was the first to jump out. She was still dressed in linen clothes, now covered in dust. Her face was expressionless, except for her eyes, which were icy cold and burning with a raging fire that had been suppressed to the extreme and was about to erupt.

Tang Long followed closely behind, his face equally grim and stern.

Behind them were twenty elite soldiers urgently drawn from the village's guard force, fully armed, with guns in hand, their eyes filled with absolute obedience and cold killing intent.

This group of people, like a black whirlwind carrying the stench of blood, smashed open the glass door with a "bang" and barged into the police station's reception hall!

The on-duty police officer was so startled by the sudden turn of events that he jumped up from his seat.

A young police officer mustered his courage and stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly: "You... what are you doing here? What's the matter...?"

Xiaoya didn't pause in her steps, nor did she even glance at him. She simply raised her hand and slammed a dark green military officer's ID card onto the reception desk beside her.

"Military headquarters, a mission directly under the General Staff." Her voice wasn't loud, but it pierced the air like an icicle, carrying an undeniable penetrating power. "Do you want to know the specifics?"

The young police officer's gaze fell on the gilded, unsettling department logo. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he swallowed the words that were about to come out. Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Xiaoya took back her ID, and her gaze finally fell on his face, a look that made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"I'm in a hurry." Xiaoya said, each word seemingly ground out from between her teeth, "Tell me, where is Baldy Wang now?"

Upon hearing the words "Wang the Bald," the young police officer's face instantly changed! His eyes began to dart away uncontrollably, his lips trembled, and he dared not meet her gaze.

Xiaoya accurately captured that fraction of a second of hesitation and dodge!

The anger, as if doused with gasoline, exploded with a deafening roar!

All her patience had been exhausted when she thought of Tiezhu kneeling before the coffin, breaking down, and the deep pain hidden in Zeng Long's eyes!

"Whoosh!"

In a flash, Xiaoya flipped her right hand, and a dark, standard-issue pistol was pressed against the young policeman's temple! The cold muzzle pressed against his skin, and the aura of death instantly enveloped him.

"Don't think I'm joking." Xiaoya's voice suddenly lowered, but it was even more terrifying, the killing intent within it almost tangible. "And don't think I'm afraid to shoot."

Her face drew close to the police officer's terrified expression, her breath as cold as ice.

"I know what you're thinking."

"But I'm really in a hurry."

"So, I'm only giving it to you—"

Her finger tightened slightly on the trigger.

"Three seconds."

"1..."

This caused an uproar throughout the entire hall!

The other police officers gasped and instinctively reached for their sidearms. Someone drew a gun, trembling as they pointed it at Xiaoya.

"Whoosh—!"

Almost simultaneously! Tang Long and twenty elite soldiers moved in perfect unison, instantly raising their guns! The dark muzzles of their rifles were all aimed at any possible threat! The clicking sounds of bolts being pulled back and safety released created a chilling metallic storm!

The air was compressed to the point of explosion in a fraction of a second!

Xiaoya ignored the gun barrels pointed at her all around her; her eyes were only on the policeman in front of her, and that damned name—Wang Guangtou! Every second that was delayed meant that beast was still at large, and Uncle Shi's wronged soul would not find peace for even a second!

Anger consumed her reason, and her deep empathy for Tie Zhu's pain tore her heart apart!

"2..." She counted out the second number and pushed the gun forward again.

The police officer was terrified; he opened his mouth, but due to extreme fear, he couldn't utter a complete sound.

In that tense, spark-filled moment—

"Stop! Who dares to fire a shot here?!"

A roar filled with shock and anger suddenly erupted from the inner corridor of the hall!

A man in his fifties, dressed in a police officer's uniform, with a stern face, strode out, surrounded by a group of people. His gaze first swept over the fully armed soldiers with suspicion, and finally fixed on Lin Xiaoya, who was pointing a gun at the police officer's head.

The hall fell into a deathly silence. Only heavy breathing and an invisible, palpable tension, as if a murderous intent was about to erupt, could be heard.