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

The core of the base is the combat command center.

A silent and covert battle is also taking place here.

Seven or eight huge LCD screens, each displaying live feeds of different areas:

A cluster of red figures moving rapidly through the mountains and forests from the perspective of infrared thermal imaging.

From the air, they appear as tiny black dots, like ants spreading out and moving along different routes, when viewed from above by a drone.

Fixed surveillance footage of certain key passes and dangerous areas.

In addition, Xiaoya specially prepared various electronic gadgets to track the team members on the march in real time and transmit the images to the large screen in the operations room at any time.

A dozen or so information soldiers sat at their control consoles, their fingers flying across the keyboards, switching between feeds, tracking key targets, and recording data. Occasionally, brief reports came through the radio; the atmosphere was tense yet professional.

"Squeak—"

The door to the command center was pushed open.

Old Liu and Old Zhang, two elderly men with the rank of general on their shoulders and an imposing presence, strode in, guided by an officer.

"Greetings, sir!"

The information soldiers instinctively stood up and saluted!

Old Liu immediately raised his hand and gestured to press down, his expression serious:

"Sit down! Get back to work!"

"Your work is more important!"

His gaze swept quickly across the flickering screens, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes. He knew that these information soldiers were monitoring and compiling real-time data on the status, location, and even... "casualties" of three thousand team members.

Behind the largest curved tactical table in the center of the command room—

Zeng Linglong was sitting casually in the swivel chair in the main seat.

He crossed his legs and casually placed them on the clean tabletop, the soles of his combat boots covered with a little dirt from outside.

Lean back, lower the chair back, close your eyes, and breathe evenly.

It looks like...she's asleep?

When Old Liu and Old Zhang came in, he didn't react at all.

Old Liu frowned and walked a few steps to Zeng Linglong's side.

Without saying a word, she raised her hand and gave him a light slap on the back of the head!

"Snapped!"

The sound was crisp and clear.

"You brat!"

Old Liu chuckled and scolded, his tone carrying the affection and reproach unique to elders.

"Has he no manners?"

"Seeing us two old folks come in, you still act like a bunch of thugs?"

"ha……"

Zeng Linglong didn't even lift his eyelids, only letting out a lazy hum from his nose, shifting to a more comfortable position, and continuing to close his eyes to rest.

Completely ignore it!

"Holy crap!"

Old Zhang, standing nearby, couldn't hold back any longer and started glaring at him.

"You little brat!"

"You're itching for a beating, aren't you?"

He stepped forward, his tone threatening:

"Should I call Mr. Yan right now?"

"Should we have a proper 'discussion' with him... about... certain people's engagements?"

"Should we have him bring his beloved granddaughter to the base for a 'deep discussion' with you?"

"Holy crap...!"

These four words are like the most effective wake-up call!

Zeng Linglong opened his eyes instantly, his body sprang up from the chair as if it were springy, and his feet snapped back to the ground.

The lazy, listless look on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by an incredibly bright, even slightly fawning smile.

"Hehehe...!"

He rubbed his hands together and approached the two elderly people.

"The two high-ranking officials...have come to inspect our work?"

"Why didn't you say so beforehand?"

"I want to personally greet you at the door!"

The speed at which they changed their expressions was astonishing.

"You still remember we're 'leaders'?"

Old Zhang gritted his teeth, but couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

At this moment, the dozen or so information soldiers in the operations room were all terrified!

They sat stiffly in their chairs, their fingers trembling slightly as they typed, their eyes darting around, but their hearts were already churning with turmoil!

What... just who is this head instructor?!

The supreme commanders of the two military regions, carrying the true stars of generalship on their shoulders! He didn't even salute... and he actually joked like that?

My worldview has been impacted like never before.

"Come on, come on...!"

Zeng Linglong smiled broadly and solicitously helped the two elderly people by the arms (which were shaken off) and led them to the sofa next to them.

"Gentlemen, it's an honor to have you here. Please have a seat!"

"You must be exhausted after traveling such a long way?"

He suddenly turned his head and raised his voice towards the information soldier:

"Hey you—!"

"How can you be so clueless?!"

"Hurry up and pour some tea and water!"

"Didn't you see the two big shots have arrived? Hurry up and flatter them!"

"Okay...okay!"

A seemingly clever and young information soldier, as if waking from a dream, almost jumped up and hurriedly went to pour water.

The other information soldiers then realized what had happened and felt a pang of regret—such a good opportunity, and this kid had snatched it away! Just being able to show their faces in front of two legendary commanders, and even pour them a glass of water, would be something to brag about for a lifetime!

"Alright, alright!"

Old Zhang sat down on the sofa with an air of authority, waved his hand, and his expression turned serious again.

"Stop joking around, you little brat!"

"Tell us the truth first!"

He pointed to the large screens.

"What exactly is your intention in doing this?"

Is it insured?

Old Zhang's brows were furrowed, and his tone revealed deep worry.

"Don't ruin these three thousand elites...!"

My heart is still pounding!

Zeng Linglong smacked his lips, his joking expression fading, but his eyes remained calm.

"Insurance……"

"It's impossible to be 100% certain."

He said frankly.

"But my intention..."

He paused, then smiled mysteriously.

"I can't tell you yet."

Seeing the two elderly people's eyes widen instantly, he immediately added:

"When they... all come back."

"I can guarantee..."

His tone became firm and confident.

"These three thousand elites..."

"Everything will be elevated and sublimated!"

"Whether it's psychological or in other aspects..."

"I guarantee you'll see... a completely different Predator!"

Mr. Liu's gaze was already drawn to a large screen directly in front of him.

On the screen, a split-screen view shows a team of about twenty people trying to quickly pass through a narrow valley pass.

suddenly!

"Da da da da—!!!"

Rapid, explosive gunshots rang out from the dense forests on both sides of the valley!

The bullets weren't colored training rounds, but real bullets that actually hit rocks and dirt, sending up a series of bright sparks and dust!

Bullets rained down on the valley floor, creating a crossfire network!

The team members instantly lay down, rolled, and sought cover, reacting extremely quickly.

But some were still unable to dodge, and live bullets grazed their leg muscles! Or live bullets chased after their bodies, firing wildly! At the same time, bullets hitting nearby rocks sent flying shards of stone that grazed the bare cheeks and arms of several team members, leaving clear bloodstains!

The smell of gunpowder seemed to emanate from the screen.

Old Liu's heart suddenly clenched!

My fingers unconsciously gripped the sofa armrest.

live ammunition……

They're really using live ammunition!

Zeng Linglong also looked at the screen, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

The hunting grounds were already stained with blood.

But the journey has only just begun.

Three thousand elite soldiers have entered the most brutal purgatory in the history of their military careers.

They have entered the first level of hell specially arranged by Zeng Linglong.