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

Early morning—a secret base in the mountains and forests.

This is no longer a training camp.

Rather, it is—the command center for revenge and the purgatory of interrogation.

Dozens of military off-road vehicles rolled over the rugged mountain road and rushed deep into the base.

The car door opened.

More than ten scions of noble families, their eyes blindfolded with black tactical goggles, were roughly taken away by fully armed training team members.

"Walk!"

"Don't look up!"

"No talking!"

A low growl exploded in my ear.

They staggered forward, the gravel path beneath their feet, the mountain wind rushing past their ears, and the faint smell of blood and gunpowder in the air—all of which stimulated their nerves, which were on the verge of collapse.

"Cellphones! Watches! All electronic devices—hand them in!"

The metal tray was pushed in.

With trembling fingers, she took off her watch, pulled out her phone, and even her wedding ring—all items that might carry location tracking or communication functions were roughly confiscated.

Disconnect.

All connections with the outside world.

"Bring it in!"

The sound of the iron gate being pulled open echoed in the empty corridor.

They were taken into separate interrogation rooms.

The room was small, containing only an iron chair and a hanging high-powered lamp.

The door closed behind me.

Locked.

"Click".

Absolute silence.

Only the sound of my own heartbeat pounded wildly in my ears.

Then--

The interrogation room door was pushed open.

The person who came in was wearing a military uniform.

They are Fang Rong, Jiang Tianhua, Tang Long, and Qi Liang—members of the Long Hui team.

Their faces were expressionless.

His gaze was like that of someone looking at a frog in a laboratory, waiting to be dissected.

"name."

"age."

"family."

"The time I left Shangyi Residence last night."

Where did you go after leaving?

"Contact persons".

"Communication records".

The problems came like cold bullets, one after another.

No time for reflection.

No breathing room.

If you answer too slowly, the interrogator will slowly stand up, walk in front of you, and lean down—the almost tangible killing intent surging in those eyes can make you lose control of your bladder instantly.

"explain."

Fang Rong's voice was calm, yet more terrifying than a roar:

Did you receive any phone calls from unknown numbers within three minutes of you leaving?

Has anyone asked you about my boss's schedule?

"Have there been any unusual financial transactions involving your family's overseas businesses in the past three months?"

The scions of noble families turned pale.

They finally understood—

it's here.

Family background, social status, and connections—none of that matters.

They were facing a group of people who, having lost the restraint of their leader, were left only with the instinct for revenge.

War has gone mad.

At the same time, in the base's core operations command center.

This place has been completely transformed.

The original training data screen was replaced with thirty-six high-definition tactical displays, divided into more than two hundred monitoring windows.

Real-time feeds from major global dark web forums, assassin trading platforms, mercenary contact points, and encrypted communication nodes are flashing across the screen!

More than twenty information soldiers sat in front of the control console, their fingers moving like afterimages on the keyboard.

But all of them were pale and sweating.

It wasn't because I was tired.

It's because of fear.

An absolute, technologically-driven fear of the petite figure in front of them.

Lin Xiaoya.

She sat in the central command chair, with six main screens spread out in an arc in front of her.

Her hands typed simultaneously on six keyboards at such a fast pace that they left afterimages.

The code stream on the screen cascaded down like a waterfall!

"Team A! We've breached the 'Dark Blood' forum's backend! I need to trace the IP addresses behind all their transactions over the past three months!"

"Team B! Switch to the 'God's Alliance' encrypted channel! Listen to all high-level conversations!"

"Group C! Lock down the 'Black Knights' mercenary group's satellite communication ports! I need their mission logs!"

The instructions were brief, cold, and left no room for argument.

The information soldiers gritted their teeth and carried out the order.

They watched helplessly as—

Those top-tier dark web fortresses that normally require weeks of work by national-level cyber warfare forces to breach were easily torn apart, infiltrated, and controlled like paper under Xiaoya's command.

five minutes.

The administrator privileges of the "Dark Blood" forum have changed hands.

Eight minutes.

All seventeen encrypted channels of the "God Alliance" were being monitored in real time.

Twelve minutes.

Backdoor programs were implanted into the private communication devices of the leaders of more than forty large dark organizations around the world without their knowledge.

Xiaoya didn't stop.

She put on bone conduction headphones and connected to two encrypted channels.

"White Eagle".

"Baroque".

Her voice was icy:

"I need your intelligence network to be running at full capacity."

"All clues related to the 'Knight Tattoo' and the 'Cosmic Badge'—send them to me in real time."

"I need to know the source of all unusual fund flows, personnel changes, and arms transactions."

On the other end of the channel.

White Eagle—King of Spies, with a hoarse voice:

"Mahjong Master, seventeen intelligence hubs worldwide have been activated."

"Data is converging on you."

"But I must warn you—what you're investigating...is very complex."

Baroque—leader of the Blood Lion mercenary group, his voice solemn:

"Xiaoya, I just saw the photos you sent."

"That burly sniper who got taken down..."

He paused:

"I know him."

"Codenamed 'King Kong,' he became famous on the Eastern European battlefield twenty years ago, and then disappeared."

"As for the knight tattoos and the cosmic badge..."

Baroque took a deep breath:

"That is a very ancient and very mysterious organization's logo."

"They never participate in the struggles of the underworld, but their influence has permeated all levels of politics, military, and economy."

"The specific name, headquarters, leader—it's all a mystery."

White Eagle adds:

"In my database, this organization only has one code name—"

""universe"."

"universe……"

Xiaoya murmured the word repeatedly.

Her fingers pounded on the main keyboard!

Bring up the core interface of the AI-powered intelligent intelligence analysis system.

Enter keywords:

Cosmic organization, knight tattoos, cosmic badges, King Kong, mysterious foreign forces, infiltration of multiple countries...

The system started frantically cross-checking!

Global dark web databases, classified intelligence files from various countries (some of which Xiaoya had previously cracked), historical unsolved cases, abnormal fund flow models...

The data stream surged in like a tsunami!

The progress bar on the screen is moving forward rapidly!

65%...78%...92%...

Xiaoya's eyes were fixed on the screen.

The rapidly scrolling data stream was reflected in his pupils.

99%——

"Ding!"

The system issued a notification sound!

Analysis complete!

On the main screen, a blood-red 3D organizational chart pops up!

At the very top, there is only one word—

"universe".

Numerous branches extend from this point: political infiltration, military cooperation, economic control, assassination squads, intelligence networks...

Under the "Assassination Squad" branch, one sub-tag is highlighted in red:

"The Knights" - Member insignia: Knight tattoo.

High-level insignia: Cosmic Badge.

Xiaoya suddenly stood up from her chair!

Her hands were on the control panel, her body trembling slightly with excitement!

His eyes were fixed on the character "宙".

In his pupils, rage surged wildly like magma before a volcanic eruption!

"The Cosmos... Organization..."

Her voice was forced out through clenched teeth, filled with deep-seated hatred:

"You're very good..."

"You dare touch my boss..."

"I, Lin Xiaoya—"

She slammed her fist on the control panel!

"I'll fight you to the death!"