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

In the afternoon, at a top-secret base on the outskirts of Beijing.

The sky was covered by a low, leaden-gray cloud cover.

The mountain wind was biting, stirring up dust on the training field.

Inside the base, three thousand elite warriors have emerged victorious after a brutal elimination process.

They stood like three thousand sharp blades drawn from their sheaths, perfectly aligned and motionless, on the huge central playground.

Their eyes were sharp, their chests heaving slightly, suppressing their excitement and curiosity.

We await the first appearance of the legendary, mysterious "Chief Instructor".

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The deep, violent roar of the propellers, like the roar of a steel behemoth, came from afar and brutally tore apart the silence of the mountains!

Everyone instinctively looked up.

A heavily armed transport helicopter with a dark gray camouflage paint scheme and sharp lines was visible.

Like a black lightning bolt tearing through the clouds, it moved almost vertically, carrying an unparalleled sense of oppression.

It swooped down toward the dedicated take-off and landing pad in front of the base command area!

The violent airflow whipped up by the propellers violently kicked up gravel and dust from the ground, creating a small sandstorm.

The wind made the flags at the edge of the parade ground flutter wildly, and also made the soldiers' clothes cling to their bodies, causing their cheeks to sting.

But none of them blinked or moved; their eyes were fixed on the steel beast that was about to land.

"Bang!"

The landing gear touched the ground heavily, and the fuselage paused slightly.

The hatch was not fully open yet.

Four figures, like four peerless, deadly blades that had been gathering power for a long time and were suddenly unsheathed, stepped out amidst the swirling air currents and dust!

Zeng Linglong took the lead.

He wore a black special operations uniform without any markings, but with an extremely tight fit and special fabric, covered by a tactical vest of the same color, and heavy combat boots.

He wore a pair of dark tactical sunglasses that covered half of his face, the lenses reflecting a cold, eerie light in the dim light.

Ye Feng followed closely behind.

The same black combat uniform, the same sunglasses.

He was slightly thin, yet he exuded an aura of deathly stillness, like a deep well, cold and dangerous, as if the air around him would cool down.

Xiaoya was the third to step out.

Her combat uniform accentuated her agile figure, and her long hair was neatly tied back.

His eyes behind the sunglasses were as sharp as an eagle's, scanning the surroundings with an almost instinctive assessment of battlefield intelligence.

Shi Tiezhu was the last to walk out.

His massive, mountain-like body stretched his combat uniform taut, making each step he took feel steady and powerful.

Even his sunglasses couldn't hide the honest, battle-hardened tiger-like simplicity and the terrifying ferocity hidden beneath his face.

The four people stood in a simple diamond shape.

There were no words, no unnecessary movements.

But a chilling aura, a mixture of gunpowder smoke, blood, rust, and a kind of "lawless" aura that transcends the rules of the battlefield!

Centered on the four of them, it spread out with a roar!

That's not the dignity of a soldier!

That was the "Zero" squad, truly forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, from beyond the darkest rules—

It possesses a unique, absolute killing aura that disregards all rules and regulations and believes only in life, death, and mission completion!

The three thousand elites on the playground felt a chill run down their spines almost simultaneously!

Their proud aura as elite soldiers seemed to encounter an invisible barrier in front of these four.

The four walked in perfect unison, with a calm and resolute air that seemed to crush all obstacles, heading straight for the core combat command center of the base.

The military boots pounded on the concrete, producing a heavy, uniform sound that resonated like the pounding of war drums.

Inside the command center, several senior instructors who had been in charge of the selection process had already received notification and stood waiting.

They were equally sharp and resolute, all outstanding members of the military.

The door was pushed open.

Zeng Linglong took the lead and stepped into the room. His gaze, behind his sunglasses, casually but quickly swept across the faces of every instructor present.

He didn't stop, but walked straight to the huge electronic tactical sand table before turning slightly to face the instructors.

Then, he raised his right hand and, very casually, gave an unquestionable military salute to the instructors.

The movements are simple and without any unnecessary curves.

Yet it exudes the directness and efficiency of a hardened soldier.

"I am the head instructor selected this time, number one."

His voice was clear and steady.

Every word was uttered as if it had been precisely measured, leaving no room for doubt and requiring no explanation.

There were no formalities, no small talk, only a clear declaration of purpose and identity.

Almost as if by reflex, the instructors immediately straightened their backs and returned a standard military salute in unison!

The leading instructor, Tianlang, was a man around forty years old with a resolute face and piercing eyes.

His gaze fell on Zeng Linglong's overly young yet weathered face.

He then swept past his three equally young but menacing companions behind him.

A sense of astonishment and doubt inevitably flashed through my mind.

So young? Is this the person designated by the higher-ups to create "Dragon Shadow"?

But the soldier's duty to obey orders is ingrained in his very being. Suppressing all his doubts, Tianlang stepped forward and reported in a loud voice:

"Hey Chief Instructor! I'm the person in charge of the preliminary selection phase—codename 'Sirius'!"

"Our department has received instructions from the General Staff Headquarters that all subsequent selection work will be under your command!"

"Please give instructions!"

Zeng Linglong nodded without saying a word. He pulled a tightly sealed document bag from a hidden pocket in his tactical vest and handed it directly to Tianlang.

"Prepare as soon as possible according to the instructions here." His tone remained calm, yet carried a sense of urgency that left no room for delay.

Sirius took the document with both hands, quickly opened it, and scanned the contents. After reading only a few lines, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a clear look of confusion and bewilderment appeared on his face.

The requirements and items listed in the document... were somewhat strange, even somewhat... "unconventional." This seemed quite different from the high-intensity military training he had envisioned for the next phase.

Zeng Linglong seemed to be able to see into his thoughts. His gaze, calm behind his sunglasses, fell on Tianlang's face. He offered no explanation, but simply repeated and emphasized the command in a tone even lighter yet more authoritative than before:

"Please do it as soon as possible."

"The sooner the better."

Sirius's body stiffened, instantly dispelling all his doubts! He abruptly brought his legs together, saluted again, and spoke with unwavering conviction:

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

After the handover was completed, Zeng Linglong turned around and looked at the huge electronic screen that occupied an entire wall in the operations room.

The screen is displaying a real-time view of the playground outside.

Three thousand elite soldiers, like three thousand silent statues, stood ready in the dim afternoon light.

Even through the screen, you could feel the burning fighting spirit and indomitable edge in their eyes.

At this moment, Sirius walked over with a thick, neatly bound folder.

The folder cover is printed with the words "Complete Files of 3,000 Members of the 'Dragon Shadow' Preliminary Selection (Top Secret)".

"Chief Instructor."

Sirius handed over the folder with both hands, his tone carrying a hint of professional advice.

"This contains the complete personal information, resumes, preliminary selection results, and psychological assessment reports for all three thousand team members. Would you... like to review them first? This will be helpful for subsequent..."

Zeng Linglong's gaze didn't even leave the screen.

He raised his hand, but instead of taking the heavy folder, he simply waved it casually, interrupting Tianlang's words.

His voice was calm, even carrying a hint of cold indifference:

"Data on three thousand people...when do I have to wait?"

He tilted his head slightly, his sunglasses facing Sirius and also the other instructors in the room who were listening intently.

"Those that catch my eye... I will naturally pay attention to them when necessary."

"Because—" He paused, his tone suddenly becoming more serious, carrying a heavy sense of responsibility and an almost ruthless selection standard:

"I will be responsible for their lives in the future."

"Instead of being responsible for their resumes."

He turned around, facing the screen directly, his tone returning to its usual calm:

"After...we weeding out another batch of unsuitable people."

"Once I finally find the 'materials' I want..."

"It's not too late to look at these 'materials' later."

These words were arrogant, direct, and even somewhat "inhumane".

But it struck like a heavy hammer into the hearts of every senior instructor present.

They suddenly understood something about the excessively young head instructor in front of them.

His selection philosophy and focus are likely to be completely different from any model they are familiar with.

Zeng Linglong stopped looking at the screen and ignored the complicated gazes behind him.

He slowly turned around, facing Ye Feng, Xiao Ya, Tie Zhu, and also the instructors Tian Lang and others.

His eyes were obscured by sunglasses.

But the corners of his mouth curved upwards in an indescribable arc—

That curve contained a hint of playfulness, a hint of scrutiny, and a hint of anticipation.

And... a touch of the chilling presence of a guide to hell.

He spoke, and his voice clearly reached everyone's ears:

"Let's go."

"We...we'll all go."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the wall, landing on the three thousand "elites among elites".

"Look at these 'selected' talents..."

"Exactly how much does it weigh?"

"Let's see if they... are 'suitable' for what I'm preparing next..."

"—A 'feast' in hell mode."

The door was pushed open.

Zeng Linglong took the lead, with Ye Feng, Xiao Ya, and Tie Zhu following closely behind.

Tianlang and the others took a deep breath and followed closely behind.

The corridor outside the operations room was dimly lit, and the echoing footsteps sounded like a prelude to an unknown purgatory.

On the playground, three thousand pairs of eyes were focused on the young figure wearing sunglasses who walked out of the command center, surrounded by several menacing-looking individuals.

The air seemed to freeze completely at that moment.