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

Location: Hellfire Base, sniper training observation point.

Silently, he handed an intelligence file to Cold Thorn, his words brief and to the point:

"Target: 'Mole'."

"Former Hellfire intelligence officer."

"Defected, carrying a large amount of real identity information of key personnel—"

"Attempting to sell to the hostile force 'Black Steel International'."

"Currently hiding in the 'no-man's-land' at the border between Country A and Country B—"

"Gray Rock Town is under the protection of the Black Steel Elite Squad."

The holographic map unfolds, revealing the intricate terrain of Grayrock Town:

An abandoned mine built against the mountainside.

A chaotic and disorganized shantytown.

And in the center, there is a reinforced former mine office building, which is where the target is hiding.

"difficulty:"

The silence was completely still.

The target is extremely cunning, never exposing itself in windows or any sniper's line of sight.

Given the building's sturdy structure, conventional sniping positions simply cannot guarantee a kill with a single shot.

The Black Steel Squad consists of 6 people.

Experienced and equipped with thermal imaging and counter-sniper equipment.

The transaction will be completed within 24 hours.

The consequences of transferring the information would be unimaginable.

"Task:

"Silently eliminate the target and recover the information carrier before information is transferred."

"The information carrier is most likely a miniature hard drive."

"Require:"

"Absolute stealth, kill with a single blow, and avoid engaging the guards in combat to prevent international conflict."

Cold Thorn's gaze was like a laser, sweeping over every detail of the map.

They eventually stopped on an abandoned watchtower about 1800 meters from the target building.

The tower is tall, but the upper part is severely corroded and tilted, making it seem impossible to set up a sniping position.

"I need 'silence'."

Cold thorns open.

It refers to a quietly treasured, experimental, handcrafted, ultra-precision sniper rifle.

Equipped with specially made subsonic heavy bullets, the trajectory is extremely flat and the sound propagation characteristics are very weak.

"Yes, it's possible. But wind speed, humidity, the Coriolis effect (the deflection of the Earth's rotation), and even the mirage effect caused by temperature gradients must all be calculated precisely."

"You only have one bullet."

He silently handed him a rifle with an antique design but full of technological sense and a special computing terminal.

Coldthorn nodded, picked up his equipment, and disappeared as if blending into the shadows.

Location: Outside Grayrock Town, in an abandoned watchtower, 18 hours later.

Cold Thorn is like a gecko—

The darkest hour before dawn!

With his exceptional core strength and the stealth techniques passed down through silent instruction!

Silently, they climbed to the top of the watchtower, which was on the verge of collapse.

He chose an extremely tricky angle!

Most of the body is suspended in the air.

It maintains its stability solely through a few reinforced ropes and its own muscle strength, becoming one with the rusted steel frame.

He remained motionless, draped in a high-tech optical camouflage cloak.

On the computing terminal screen, the data was jumping wildly:

"Wind speed 4.2 m/s (slightly variable in direction)."

"Humidity 65%".

"1827.5 meters away."

Gravity correction -5.7 arcminutes.

"Earth's rotational deviation correction +2.1 arcminutes..."

"He even calculated the deviation in light refraction caused by temperature changes."

Time ticked by. The target building remained completely still.

Suddenly, the little sparrow's voice came through the bone conduction headphones, with a slight static (she was providing remote information support):

"Cold stab! 'The Mole' has moved!"

"The thermal imaging indicates he is in the room on the east side of the third floor—"

"He seems to be checking the hard drive... but he's facing away from the window—"

"Furthermore, behind wall cover, the effective firing window is less than 3 centimeters!"

"Furthermore, Blacksteel snipers are using thermal imaging to scan your possible locations!"

Opportunities are fleeting!

Cold Thorn's breathing was as steady as if he were asleep.

His finger rested lightly on the trigger, and he entered a state of absolute calm "nothingness".

He was calculating, calculating the possible trajectory of the target.

Calculate the precise point that the bullet might reach 2.1 seconds into its flight, a fleeting moment.

It's now!

He pulled the trigger.

"call out--"

A faint, almost imperceptible, sound, like a sigh, escaped the barrel.

2.1 seconds later.

Inside the target building, "The Mole" seems to have finally decided to keep the hard drive close to his body!

My body turned to the left very slightly!

A slit about 2.8 centimeters wide was visible at the right temple.

puff!

A dull thud, like a watermelon hitting the ground.

The subsonic heavy projectile precisely pierced the tiny gap, instantly destroying the "mole's" brain tissue!

He collapsed to the ground before he could even utter a sound.

The mini hard drive on the table was intact.

"Target cleared." Cold Thorn's voice remained unchanged, like a machine.

The building erupted in chaos!

The Black Steel Squad discovered the fallen "Mole," and the alarm blared, but they had no idea where the bullets came from!

Their thermal imaging scans were frantic, yet they couldn't detect the cold spikes that were almost completely thermally fused with the rusted steel frame.

"Great! Perfect strike!" the little sparrow cheered. "Escape route is safe! The drone is in position; it will create a small wildfire to attract attention!"

As it had come, Cold Thorn slid silently down the watchtower and disappeared into the rising morning mist.

Behind them lay the enemy base, engulfed in utter chaos and terror.

A silent trial, conducted a kilometer away, has come to an end.