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

As the news ended, Baroque's roar came through the loudspeaker right on time:

"If you've seen enough, get out here! You have a mission."

The four arrived at the deep briefing room.

Baroque, Xue Yan, and Jianmo stood like three evil gods in front of the holographic projection sand table.

The group of people who had just finished watching the evening news instantly switched to an absolutely calm and analytical state.

"Zero, come and see this."

Baroque's thick fingers pointed to a 3D model of a luxurious private island appearing on the sand table—"Wings of Paradise," located in the high seas and named after its owner: Charles Victor.

"Charles Victor," Xue Yan's icy voice rang out, as if reading a medical record:

A 62-year-old former arms tycoon, now transformed into a "peace philanthropist";

They are still secretly controlling several weapons pipelines leading to sensitive areas, generating enormous profits.

A week ago, he double-crossed us, stealing a batch of priceless "special goods" that must never be exposed.

More importantly, he possessed inside information that could potentially expose multiple of our safe houses and logistical routes.

"Damn it, that old fox!" Baroque growled, his one eye blazing with fury. Not only was he trying to steal the food, he was also trying to sabotage the whole operation! So he had to be dealt with before he could get rid of the information and the goods;

Three days later, he will host a grand charity gala on his island, a gathering of celebrities, which will also be the time when he is most vigilant.

He stepped forward silently and placed two items on the table: a seemingly ordinary platinum tie clip with a fine diamond pattern on the surface; and a classic Patek Philippe watch.

"Tie clip," the silent voice was hoarse and low.

"It is a high-frequency directional microwave pulse generator with an effective range of 5 centimeters and a duration of 0.3 seconds, which is enough to instantly burn out the microcircuit of a certain type of heart pacemaker without any visible external damage. The energy is concentrated, and the impact on the surrounding environment is minimal."

"Watches," the silence continued.

The dial glass is made of ultra-hard ceramic blades polished using single-molecule technology. These blades can be ejected and are strong enough to precisely sever the carotid or femoral arteries, but they are extremely fragile and must be discarded after a single use.

The crown contains a high-concentration ricin gel capsule, which is released within 0.5 seconds after insertion. It is odorless and produces symptoms similar to an acute myocardial infarction.

Xue Yan added:

"Victor has the latest PC pacemaker, located under the skin in his left chest. He has a slight obsession with cleanliness and dislikes physical contact with people, but he has a habit of patting his left chest when he gets excited during a speech. This is his only available window of physical contact."

Baroque stared at Zero:

"Mission: At tomorrow night's banquet, ensure Victor 'dies of natural causes' or 'accidentally,' without causing a major disturbance or leaving any evidence pointing to us. Retrieve the encrypted chip he carries, usually in his suit's inner pocket. This is a 'ghost' mission; you'll handle it alone. Any questions?"

Zero's gaze swept across the sand table, weapons, and target data, his brain working at lightning speed like a supercomputer, simulating all sorts of possibilities.

A few seconds later, he looked up, his eyes sharp yet calm:

"A flawless identity is required."

The three mentors took a liking to the little sparrow.

The little sparrow immediately replied:

"I've already finished the content that the professor sent me on the way here."

Then, with a hint of excitement and her eyes shining, she said:

Identity ready:

Alexander Wu! 18 years old! The new partner and successor of the Swiss "Alps Foresight Capital".

Arrogant and a financial genius, he has a keen interest in investing in emerging technologies and has just donated a large sum of money to Victor's "Peace Foundation," thus gaining his entry ticket.

A complete set of identity background, educational experience, social media traces, and even a few real small investment records have been perfectly implanted. Attire, private jet, and even a 'temporary', quiet, and beautiful female companion have all been arranged.

Zero's lips curled into a slight smile:

"18 years old? Looks like I need to 'pretend' to be even younger to better fit the image of a genius teenager who has suddenly acquired a huge fortune and is eager to prove himself."

"Details determine success or failure," Xue Yan said coldly.

Your accent has a slight French accent from the German-speaking region of Switzerland;

Insights into financial markets, particularly a preference for Nordic tech stocks, a 'moderate' understanding of fine wines and cigars, and even a slight impatience with table dancing, must all fit the persona.

"Understood." Zero nodded.

"I need all of Victor's recent public and private speeches, analyzed for his language habits and interaction patterns. I also need the complete dinner itinerary, menu, guest list, security deployment map, and island surveillance blind spot map."

"It will be sent to your terminal within an hour," Little Sparrow replied quickly.

"Go, kid," Baroque waved his hand. "Let that old fox see what a real 'promising future' looks like."

A Gulfstream G650 private jet gracefully landed at the island's private airport.

The hatch opened, and Zero—Alexander Wu—stepped out.

He wore a perfectly tailored evening suit that accentuated his tall yet slightly slender physique, befitting a youthful appearance.

He wore limited edition Berluti Oxford shoes and a "special" Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

His hair was meticulously styled, and his face carried a perfect balance of reserve and arrogance befitting a gifted young man, with bright yet slightly scrutinizing eyes.

Beside him was a beautiful but somewhat empty-looking female model, a human backdrop arranged by the organization.

He greeted the butler in fluent, accented English.

They then launched into a lengthy discussion about several highly specialized topics.

This instantly established the butler's image as a "knowledgeable and wealthy" young tycoon.

The banquet hall was resplendent and filled with celebrities. Number Zero moved like a fish in water, holding a glass of champagne and accurately stating the vintage to the waiter as he mingled among the guests.

Zero was not in a hurry to find a target.

Instead, he first had a brief conversation with several financial tycoons, subtly expressing his views on the application of blockchain in supply chain finance (his views were taken from a briefing prepared by Little Sparrow, novel enough but not too in-depth), which attracted their attention.

He also joked with a Hollywood actress, praising a niche art film she starred in (details from the Nightingale's intelligence package), which surprised and delighted her.

He was warming up and observing.

His gaze, like a silent scanner, swept quickly and silently across the entire room:

32 fixed cameras (angle, blind spot).

16 visible bodyguards (positions and points of intersection).

Judging from subtle postures, earpieces, and excessive attention to the environment, at least eight undercover sentries had infiltrated the guest area.

Also, the main power supply line, the location of the backup generator, the safety exits...!

All the information flows into the brain, constructing a complete battlefield map.

The target, Victor, appeared, surrounded by a group of people and bodyguards. He was in good spirits, smiling broadly, and holding a glass of water in his hand (as expected, cautious). Zero noticed that when he spoke, his right hand would unconsciously pat his left chest lightly.

We need to wait for the right opportunity.

Zero patiently socialized as Alexander Wu:

I discussed pairing Wagyu beef with wine with the president of a Japanese trading company.

Arguing with an Italian nobleman about the merits of classic sports cars versus modern supercars... he acted like a well-informed, pleasure-loving, and sharp-minded young tycoon!

The opportunity is here.

During the banquet's speech segment, Victor took the stage to address the topic of peace and development. At one point, he became particularly enthusiastic and, as usual, patted his left chest forcefully.

The speech ended to thunderous applause. Victor stepped down from the stage and chatted with several important guests, still in high spirits.