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

"alright."

Zeng Linglong's voice broke the lingering echo of the earth-shaking oath.

He raised his wrist again and glanced at his tactical watch. The movement was casual, yet it carried a sense of pressure precise to the second.

"I'm really in a hurry."

He lowered his hand and glanced at the three thousand faces below the stage, still immersed in the excitement.

"I need to attend a dinner party."

"The 'appetizer' from before..."

A hint of undisguised amusement and mockery curled at the corners of Zeng Linglong's mouth.

"Bitter and tasteless."

In the audience, many soldiers' cheek muscles twitched uncontrollably.

The battle that shattered their worldview was, in the head instructor's words, merely... a "tasteless" appetizer.

"I felt your passion."

"I hope you... can keep it up."

He paused, his gaze behind his sunglasses seeming to pierce through everyone's soul.

"And what I need to do in the future..."

"It's about igniting your passion—"

"Wipe away little by little."

He spoke casually, yet a chill ran from the tailbone to the top of everyone's head!

"Since you wish to enter the gates of hell..."

Zeng Linglong opened his arms and gestured for him to come in, his smile filled with a cold, all-encompassing authority.

"Then I'll... give you one more night."

"I'm exhausted from all the selections lately."

"Give you one night to rest."

His tone suddenly turned cold, like an ice pick piercing the eardrum!

"But the premise is—"

"From this moment on..."

"You have entered hell!"

"And the bells of hell..."

"It could ring at any time."

"remember--"

He leaned forward, speaking each word slowly and deliberately, as if branding himself:

"At this moment, you will no longer be flesh and blood."

"At this moment, you will have no dignity left."

His gaze slowly swept across the entire room, his eyes so cold they lacked any human warmth.

"you……"

"Right now, I'm just dust in my hell."

"How I want to play..."

"It's up to me to decide."

And you, the dust of hell, can only obey absolutely and unconditionally.

He spoke with absolute certainty, leaving no room for doubt.

"Disband."

After Zeng Linglong finished speaking, he stopped looking at anyone in the audience.

He turned around and looked at Tianlang, who was standing solemnly to the side.

He moved forward and walked up to Sirius.

"The contents of the document..."

"Arrange it for me as soon as possible."

"When were the arrangements made...?"

"tell me."

There were no questions, no explanations, only commands.

Sirius straightened his back abruptly: "Yes! Mission accomplished!"

Zeng Linglong nodded.

He didn't linger, but strode towards the armed helicopter whose rotors were still spinning slowly, like a crouching black beast.

Ye Feng, Xiao Ya, and Tie Zhu followed closely behind, like three silent shadows.

Four people boarded the helicopter.

The hatch closed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The propeller speed suddenly increased, and a violent airflow swept across the playground once again!

The helicopter rose from the ground like a black arrow, piercing the leaden-gray sky.

On the playground.

Three thousand team members remained completely still.

No one left as ordered to "disband".

Everyone, like three thousand frozen sculptures, looked up, their eyes fixed on the gradually shrinking helicopter.

Their eyes were extremely complex—

There is awe, fear, resentment, and confusion, as well as a heavy feeling of being thoroughly ignited but then doused with cold water, not knowing what the future holds.

Until the helicopter completely disappeared at the horizon where the distant mountains met the clouds...

Until the roar of the propellers was completely swallowed up by the mountain wind...

"Thump."

First word.

It's a mountain eagle.

He felt as if all his strength had been drained away; his knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the cold, hard cement floor.

His back remained straight, but his head drooped deeply, his hands braced at his sides, his knuckles white from the effort.

"Splash, splash, splash..."

Like dominoes that have been toppled.

One by one.

Row after row.

Three thousand elite warriors, who had just been roaring and making solemn vows, now collapsed to the ground like reeds broken by a storm.

No one speaks.

Only heavy, suppressed breathing could be heard, rising and falling.

Many people stared blankly in the direction where the helicopter disappeared, or at their trembling hands, as if still trying to confirm whether the three-minute "battle" had really happened.

a long time.

Lone Wolf moved and sat down next to Mountain Eagle.

His shoulder gently touched the mountain eagle's shoulder.

The movements were very light, carrying a tacit understanding and a sense of comfort among fellow defeated generals.

"Oh……"

Lone Wolf twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a bitter smile that was more like a grimace:

"Mountain Eagle..."

"I still feel like I'm dreaming."

"I thought the battle just now... was an illusion."

The mountain eagle slowly raised its head.

His face was covered in dust and sweat, and his eyes were tired, but the flame deep within him had not been extinguished.

He pursed his lips, plucked a withered, yellowed blade of grass from beside him, and casually tucked it into the corner of his mouth. The grass trembled slightly.

"I feel right now..."

"The pain throughout my body is real."

"Everything else... is an illusion."

He turned his head and looked at Lone Wolf, his eyes filled with disbelief and deep fear.

"you say……"

"How did they do that?"

"Especially that Instructor Number Two..."

The eagle's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"Oh shit……"

"His extreme tactical blind firing... he's mastered it to an unparalleled level."

"The most important thing is..."

His eyes became somewhat unfocused, as if he had returned to that desperate moment in the mountains.

"He appeared silently... behind me..."

"At that time, I only had one feeling..."

The mountain eagle's voice lowered, carrying a hint of humiliation and fear.

"That means I've become... a pet that's been abused."

"Then……"

"That's it."

"Yes, yes, yes...!"

At this moment, the other team members who were "defending" seemed to find common ground and gathered around.

A member codenamed "Fierce Blade"—a renowned sniper champion in the army group—still showing signs of shock on his face—speaked urgently:

"I've experienced it firsthand!"

"When I first aimed at that number two through my scope..."

"Smoke started coming out of his body!"

He subconsciously touched his helmet.

"That was a bullet...it hit my helmet."

His eyes were filled with horror.

"Right now... I still feel cold all over."

Everyone fell silent, sharing the same sentiment.

Lie Ren licked his chapped lips, lowered his voice, and spoke with a mixture of curiosity and awe:

"You say..."

"Which secret military unit in our country did the chief instructor and his group come from?"

"This is too powerful...it's outrageous!"

"Forget it!"

Lone Wolf glared at Blade, his tone serious.

"You don't know military discipline?"

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask!"

He pointed in the direction where the helicopter had disappeared into the sky.

"Didn't you see?"

"The chief instructors and the others... they wouldn't even reveal their code names."

"This means... their code names are all top secret."

The lone wolf spoke with deep reverence.

"And there are also those like what Chief Instructor Number One said..."

"Until we make him face it..."

"We...have no right to know everything about them."

"well……!"

The mountain eagle sighed deeply and looked up at the darkening sky.

Through the gaps in the leaden-gray clouds, the last glimmer of dark red sunset shone through, like congealed blood.

"I wonder what's behind the head instructor..."

"How do we refine ourselves...?"

His voice was filled with complex emotions.

"I am……"

"I was both excited and afraid."

This statement expressed the sentiments of almost everyone present.

The excitement of pushing limits and touching unknown forces.

A deep fear of that unknown, potentially incredibly cruel "hellish ordeal".

Two emotions intertwined, like ice and fire, churning violently within them.

Night was slowly falling on this quiet mountain forest base.