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

"Bring the ambulance over! Prepare for wound cleaning and suturing! Prepare blood plasma!"

Zeng Ting's roar echoed down the corridor.

three minutes.

The corridor was transformed into a field first aid station.

Zeng Linglong sat in the accompanying chair, facing the red light of the operating room.

Medical staff gathered around with their equipment.

He raised his eyes—and looked at Tiezhu.

A single glance.

Tie Zhu's massive body immediately stepped forward, yet his movements were as light as a feather.

Those hands, capable of crushing an enemy's bones, were now carefully gripping the edge of Zeng Linglong's tattered suit.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of fabric tearing.

The shirts were taken off one by one.

His bronze back and chest were exposed to the stark white light.

A collective gasp filled the corridor!

scar.

A network of crisscrossing scars.

The scar totem covers the entire upper body.

On the left scapula, there is a grotesque dent the size of a bowl—clearly a mark left by a shotgun at close range.

Below his right rib, there were three parallel, deep lacerations that revealed the bone—claw marks from a wild beast.

A jagged scar runs down the center of his back, from his cervical spine to his lumbar spine, as if he had been cleaved in two from behind.

Waist, abdomen, collarbone, shoulders...

Bullet holes, dagger stabs, shrapnel tears, and even twisted scars from burning by some kind of corrosive liquid.

The old and the new overlap.

The shades are alternating.

On his bronze skin and lean, muscular frame, a brutal, violent, yet eerily shocking image was created—

"Scarred Dragon Pattern".

"A broken body etched with dragon patterns."

This is not a tattoo.

This was etched into the body, stroke by stroke, with blood, flesh, bullets, blades, and fire—

The history of life and death compiling scriptures.

He Jing suddenly covered her mouth.

Tears streamed down her face, but she couldn't make a sound—extreme grief choked her.

Her son...

My son, whom I have missed and felt immense guilt for over the past eighteen years...

But it was just a mutilated body covered in wounds?

Zeng Lingyu's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

She bit her hand hard, her teeth sinking into her flesh, the taste of blood filling her mouth—only physical pain could suppress the pain of her heart being torn apart.

Yan Hai's eyes were bloodshot.

He stared intently at the scars, a single sentence echoing repeatedly in his mind: "My brother-in-law, my brother-in-law... all these years... where have you been... what have you been through...?"

Su Manqi, Su Xiaotang, and several other girls trembled, their vision blurred with tears.

They finally understood.

I understand this man's silence.

I understand why his eyes always seem to hold an abyss.

I understand now why he could roll through a hail of bullets and remain standing even after being shot in both knees.

Because his body was already riddled with holes.

Because his soul had already been tempered a thousand times in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

Mountain Eagle—this tough guy who never cried even after being knocked down countless times during training—knelt on one knee at this moment.

He lowered his head, his shoulders trembling violently.

Behind him—

When all the trainees saw or heard about the dragon-patterned scar on the head instructor's head, it was as if an invisible force had struck their knees.

More than 100 training team members.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Kneel on one knee!

Everyone knelt down!

They do not kneel to heaven, nor to earth.

At this moment, he knelt before that figure.

Kneeling in their hearts—

A war god totem forged from a body full of scars.

The young nurse's fingers trembled, and the sterile cotton swab hung in mid-air.

The attending physician adjusted his glasses, revealing moist eyes behind the lenses.

They have seen countless wounded people.

But I've never seen it before—

So many, so many, so many brutal battle marks can be condensed in one person.

Does this body... truly still belong to the human realm?

"Prepare for local anesthesia," the doctor whispered.

"Need not."

Zeng Linglong's calm voice rang out.

The doctor was stunned: "Your wound is very deep; cleaning and suturing will be very painful—"

I said, no need.

Zeng Linglong raised his eyes and looked at the doctor.

There was no bravado or madness in those eyes.

There was only one kind of extreme, icy calmness.

"Disinfect directly."

"Hurry up."

The young nurse bit her lip and picked up the bottle of disinfectant.

Her hands were shaking.

"I'll do it," Zeng Ting said, taking the bottle from her.

She took a deep breath and poured the pale yellow liquid onto the bullet hole in Zeng Linglong's left arm.

"laugh--"

The subtle sound of liquid coming into contact with flesh.

Zeng Linglong's body tensed up suddenly!

The veins in his neck bulged out like writhing dragons!

Sweat instantly poured from his forehead, rolling down his angular face and hitting the ground.

But he clenched his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

Only the throbbing in his temples betrayed the inhuman pain he was in.

A needle pierces the skin and flesh.

The thread pulls at the wound.

The doctor's stitching movements were quick, but every stitch was precise, every thread tightened—

The sight made the hearts of the onlookers clench.

He Jing turned her head away, tears streaming down her face.

Zeng Lingyu pinched her thigh hard, her nails digging into her flesh, and blood almost seeped out.

Teng Ao closed his eyes, his jaw muscles tensing.

Yan Hai slammed his fist into the wall, fracturing his finger bones and drawing blood.

And Zeng Linglong—

He just kept his eyes open.

My gaze passed over the doctor's trembling shoulders, over the beads of sweat, and fixed firmly on the operating room door—

That blood-red lamp.

It was as if that light was the only painkiller.

It was as if the faint glimmer of life behind that door was the only reason he endured all of this.

The last stitch was sewn up.

Tie a knot and cut the thread.

The plasma bag has been mostly drained.

Zeng Linglong was soaked in sweat—his bronze skin was covered in beads of sweat mixed with bloodstains that had not been wiped off, which gleamed dullly under the light.

He looked as if he had been pulled out of the water.

But the spine remains straight.

Xiaoya silently stepped forward and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck with a disinfectant towel.

His movements were gentle, but his eyes were as cold as a blade—that blade was pointed at all those who had harmed the boss.

Zeng Ting brought him clean clothes, and Tie Zhu carefully dressed him, avoiding the wound.

The clothes covered the dragon scar.

But it couldn't conceal the pervasive, almost tangible pain and anger in the air.

Zeng Linglong closed his eyes.

three seconds.

When I opened my eyes again—

All the fatigue, pain, and weakness were completely replaced by an absolutely cold killing intent.

"Xiaoya."

His voice carried the weight of an iron-fisted command:

"Take men and track down the escaped sniper."

"Find out his identity, his background, and his contact points."

He paused, his eyes flashing with a cold light:

"Contact the old killer and the White Eagle."

"Let them use all the networks."

"I need to know—who's behind this."

"Who is it...?"

He uttered each word slowly and deliberately, through gritted teeth.

"A blood debt must be paid in blood—!!!"

Tie Zhu was the first to shout it out!

That roar didn't sound human; it sounded like an ancient ferocious beast with its heart pierced!

"A blood debt must be paid in blood—!!!"

Jiang Tianhua, Fang Rong, Tang Long, Qi Liang...

All members of Dragon Return roared simultaneously!

Eleven madmen completely shattered the shackles of reason!

Their eyes were bloodshot, their aura was violent, and their killing intent burned around them like tangible flames!

What rationality?

What rules?

What bottom line?

Screw all the rules!

They will not let anyone who has had contact with the boss tonight, or anyone who has had a conflict with the boss, go unpunished; they will investigate them one by one.

Ye Feng's words became the sole standard in everyone's hearts at this moment:

"Everyone involved..."

"Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!"

Tonight, those who cross the line—

A bloody price must be paid.

Hundred times, thousand times, ten thousand times.

At this time.

Ye Feng has already begun his operation. He has issued the highest order, and that order is directed to Shadow, the world's number one assassin organization.

In the deathly stillness of the dark shadows, the screen of the encrypted communicator in Ye Feng's hand still glowed with a cold, eerie blue light.

He raised his eyes and looked into the void.

It's as if I can see the eldest brother kneeling on both knees.

Seeing the blood blooming on Yan Ruge's back after she shielded the boss from a bullet.

Seeing everything the boss went through in the ambush situation.

His eyes were completely lifeless.

Like the deepest ice in a grave.

As Xiaoya walked out of the hospital, she took out her tablet. Little Sparrow and the Cyber ​​Ghost had already arrived. The other Dragon Return members had all issued supreme mobilization orders to their overseas forces.

Siberian training camp.

Serbian armed forces.

Imperial Armed Forces.

Guo Wei's European mercenary group.

Qi Liang formed his own mercenary group in North America.

These foreign criminal organizations have all entered a state of maximum emergency preparedness.

The three people from Shangyi Residence.

Danny assembled the Mafia, while Lawrence and Nader also assembled their own gangs.

Bai Jiu, a retired top special agent from the Dragon Kingdom, activated all his global intelligence networks immediately after receiving Xiao Ya's message.

The news spread like wildfire.

Baroque, the king of mercenaries, received an encrypted communication from Xiaoya.

He was stunned for three seconds.

Then, he drew his pistol from his waist and pointed it at the sky—

"Bang bang bang bang bang-!!!"

Empty all bullets!

Gunshots rang out in the night sky above the desert base!

"gather--!!!"

His roar was like a desert storm:

"The world's number one mercenary group—'Hellfire'!"

"Entering the highest level of war!"

"All leave cancelled! All overseas assignments recalled! All equipment unsealed!"

now.

More than a dozen secret bases around the world simultaneously issued red alerts.

This is a—

Centered on Zeng Linglong and using the most mysterious Zero Squad as a node, it radiates to the global dark forces—

A giant web of revenge.

The net has been cast.

Its fangs are already showing.

The demons have begun their chaotic dance.