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

Location: Hellfire Base, Command Center.

Zero pushed open the heavy explosion-proof door—

The Patek Philippe watch with its slightly cracked dial—

He gently placed the platinum tie clip, whose internal circuitry had self-destructed, on the table in front of Silence.

"Mission complete. The chip has been uploaded to the server." His voice was calm, as if he had just gone for a walk.

Baroque looked at the main screen—

Now broadcasting:

Global news: "Renowned philanthropist Mr. Victor has passed away due to a sudden heart attack."

He slapped his thigh suddenly and burst into a loud, boisterous laugh:

"Hahaha! Well done! Kid! Perfect! It's fucking art!"

He tossed Zero a can of ice-cold beer, which Zero quickly opened and drank in one gulp.

Xue Yan was quickly scanning the hidden cameras on Zero's body—

All data transmitted back from the recording equipment, especially the micro-motion analysis of the target falling to the ground and the zero chip being retrieved.

"Assessment begins:"

Xue Yan adjusted his glasses, his tone as cold and objective as ever.

"Identity disguise: Language, demeanor, professional knowledge, and emotional expression all fit the persona of an 18-year-old financial genius without any flaws. Rating: A+."

"Environmental utilization: Detailed observation of the site, personnel, and processes; timing of actions to maximize the use of the target's physiological habits and psychological relaxation points. Rating: A+."

"Tool Application: The pulser operates with precise distance control and perfect duration control, leaving no physical or energy traces. The chip acquisition action is swift and covert, adhering to the principles of optical and tactile concealment. Rating: A+."

"On-site control: The creation of chaos, the portrayal of emotions, and the questioning and response all achieved the desired effect, successfully guiding the incident to be characterized as an accident. Rating: A+."

"Evacuation and cleanup: No traces left, no follow-up issues. Rating: A+".

Xue Yan paused for a moment and glanced at Zero:

Overall rating: A+. Additionally, according to heart rate monitoring, your heart rate fluctuations did not exceed the warning threshold throughout the task, and your psychological stability assessment is excellent.

Silently, he picked up the two broken tools, examined them carefully, then looked at Zero, remained silent for a few seconds, and slowly uttered two words:

"Very good." This is the highest praise from the god of assassination.

The little sparrows' cheers blared from the loudspeaker:

"Boss! You're incredibly cool! It's all over the news! The whole world has been fooled! The information in that chip is so useful! Baroque's grin is off the charts!"

Zero took the beer, took a sip, and the icy liquid slid down his throat. His face didn't show much joy; he simply looked calmly at the three mentors.

"The tool works well, but perhaps it could be miniaturized next time. If the effective distance of the pulser is increased by another 2 centimeters, the risk will be reduced by 15%." He offered suggestions for improvement as if discussing an industrial product.

Baroque walked over and patted his shoulder forcefully (Zero's body slightly relaxed, easily taking the hit):

"Kid, do you know how much damage you saved the organization by not only taking down Victor this time? You saved a lot of brothers' lives. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

Zero nodded, his gaze once again turning to the gradually brightening horizon outside the window.

In this mission, he perfectly integrated everything he had learned:

Disguise, observation, psychology, rhetoric, skills, composure.

He was no longer just a killing machine, but had truly become a "ghost" who could move gracefully between light and darkness and wield life and death.

A 16-year-old body houses a mature, deadly soul.

His legend has only just begun.