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

Time: Around 9 a.m. Location: Downstairs at Peking Union Medical College Hospital in Beijing.

Wu Chen and Wu Qian lay on the same ambulance stretcher, their eyes closed, their faces ashen, and sedatives still attached to their wrists.

Four family bodyguards stood guard on both sides of the car with solemn expressions, while the driver gripped the steering wheel tightly and drove towards a more secluded private sanatorium.

The ambulance had just turned onto a tree-lined road.

A white medical van painted with a red cross suddenly cut in front of us and braked sharply to block our way!

"Squeak—!!"

A screeching sound of brakes!

"What's going on?!" the head of the bodyguards shouted sternly.

The rear door of the van slid open.

Two "medical personnel" dressed in standard medical uniforms, wearing masks and hats jumped out of the car and walked quickly over.

The person in the lead held up his identification, his voice slightly muffled by his mask:

"Urgent notification from the CDC."

"We just received a notification from Union Hospital that a highly infectious unidentified pathogen has been found in the isolation ward where the two Mr. Wus came into contact with."

"Please transfer to our negative pressure isolation vehicle immediately for emergency screening!"

The head of the bodyguards was taken aback, and subconsciously took the identification to check it.

The document is well-printed and the stamp is clear.

Everything seemed flawless.

In the 0.5-second interval when he looked down to verify the document—

Two "medical personnel" had already opened the back door of the ambulance and quickly boarded the vehicle!

"you--!"

The other two bodyguards in the carriage were about to get up to stop them—

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two syringes filled with a potent nerve-numbing agent were precisely inserted into the sides of their necks!

Their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed, limp and lifeless!

On the stretcher, Wu Chen groggily opened his eyes—

I saw a face wearing a mask, with only the eyes showing, looking down at me.

Those eyes gleamed with a mocking yet chilling light.

"Young Master Wu, we meet again."

The voice was very soft, but it sent chills down Wu Chen's spine!

"I'll give you some 'nutritional' supplements."

A needle pierced a vein in Wu Chen's arm!

The dark red, viscous, blood-like liquid was slowly pushed in!

"This is the latest type of 'HIV concentrate,' with an incubation period of... six days."

"Enjoy it."

The needle was pulled out.

Wu Chen's pupils dilated, a hissing sound came from his throat, his eyeballs rolled back, and he completely fainted from fright.

On the stretcher next to him, Wu Qian was also injected with the "virus" and twitched slightly while unconscious.

Two "medical personnel" quickly got out of the car.

The van sped away.

The entire process takes no more than 60 seconds.

When the head of the bodyguards reacted and rushed into the carriage, he only saw the unconscious bodyguards and the Wu brothers on a stretcher, foaming at the mouth and convulsing in their limbs.

At the same time, in a VIP ward of another private hospital.

Chen Yifeng lay on the hospital bed with an IV needle in his arm.

The medicine dripped into his veins, one drop at a time, through the transparent tube.

He closed his eyes, but his eyelids were trembling violently—he couldn't sleep at all; every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was that blue-faced, fanged demon face.

Sudden.

The ward door was gently pushed open.

A nurse wearing a mask walked in, carrying a new IV bag.

The nurse walked naturally to the IV stand, removed the IV bag, and replaced it with a new one.

He didn't look at Chen Yifeng even once throughout the entire process.

After changing, I turned and left.

The door closed gently.

Chen Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was just a routine dressing change.

But five minutes later—

The ward door was suddenly kicked open!

Three medical personnel in full biohazard suits rushed in! They looked tense!

"Quickly! Cut off the IV!"

"The patient has been exposed to a highly infectious pathogen!"

"Immediately transfer to a negative pressure isolation room!"

Before Chen Yifeng could react, the IV was roughly pulled out, he was dragged off the bed, and stuffed into a transparent, sealed isolation chamber!

"What are you doing?! I'm not sick!!" he screamed hoarsely!

A person in protective clothing slaps a piece of paper onto the glass of the isolation ward.

A line of text was printed on the paper:

[Warning: It has been confirmed that the intravenous medications in this ward have been replaced with "X-7 type highly infectious unidentified toxin".]

Those who have been in contact with the infected person must be immediately placed under mandatory quarantine for six days.

Chen Yifeng stared wide-eyed at the piece of paper.

He then looked at the area around the needle marks on his arm—strange red rashes had begun to appear on his skin (actually, they were special fluorescent dyes that the assassin had sprayed on beforehand, which would become visible when exposed to body temperature).

"No...no...!!"

He frantically pounded on the glass of the isolation chamber, but the sound was completely blocked out.

Finally, overwhelmed by extreme fear, he rolled his eyes back and fainted.

The third hospital, in the luxury suite area.

Liu Sheng and He Ziming were assigned to two adjacent suites, each with bodyguards on duty.

The suite was quiet.

The air conditioner vents slowly blow out cool air carrying a faint smell of disinfectant.

Liu Sheng leaned against the headboard, trying to use his tablet to check the loss report of his family's overseas businesses.

But when he saw the words "asset freeze", "personnel missing" and "partner termination", his hands began to tremble.

Sudden.

He felt a strong wave of dizziness.

My eyelids are so heavy I can't lift them.

The tablet slipped from my hand and fell onto the carpet.

"Well……"

He tried to call for his bodyguard, but only mumbled syllables came out of his throat.

My vision is getting increasingly blurry.

Finally, his head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness completely.

In the next room, He Ziming also fell into a deep coma within minutes.

The bodyguard sensed something was wrong and rushed into the room, only to find the two breathing steadily, as if they were fast asleep.

But no matter how much they shook or called out, they couldn't wake him up.

After examining the patient, the doctor frowned and said:

"It seems to be caused by... a powerful inhaled nerve paralyzing agent."

"But no launching device was found in the room."

The bodyguards exchanged glances, a chill running down their spines.

High-end sanatorium, special intensive care unit.

Wu Jun has woken up, but he is in a worse state than the others.

He leaned against the headboard, his face as pale as paper, with gauze wrapped around his neck—a shallow mark made by Ye Feng with the back of a knife, but psychological factors made him feel that the wound was bleeding.

What terrified him even more was—

The encrypted satellite phone that he never parted with was gone.

It was taken away by that "evil spirit".

There are too many things inside that cannot be exposed to the light of day.

"Mr. Wu, you need to rest," the nurse said softly.

Wu Jun closed his eyes, trying to calm his wildly beating heart.

But he had only closed his eyes for less than three minutes—

After the nurse left.

The ward door was gently pushed open.

A figure dressed in a caregiver uniform and wearing a mask pushed a cleaning cart in.

Wu Jun didn't open his eyes, assuming it was just routine cleaning.

The caregiver walked to the bedside.

stop.

Then--

Wu Jun suddenly felt a cold hand cover his mouth. He struggled violently and then lost consciousness.

When he was revived by medical staff.

Wu Jun's expression was blank.

He felt a cool sensation on the top of his head, then slowly raised his hand to touch it, only to find his scalp was bald and cold.

He quickly asked the medical staff to bring him a mirror and looked at himself—he had become bald, with a large character written in red pen on his smooth forehead—"Death"! There was also a bright red line on his neck that was not yet completely dry.

"Ah... Ahhhhhhh!!!"

A piercing, distorted scream echoed through the ward!

His eyes rolled back, his body convulsed violently, and he fainted again from fright.

Around 10 a.m., the Wu family, Old Chen, Old Liu, and Old He all received the news at their old houses.

Their hands were trembling violently as they held the phone receiver.

The report came through the receiver from the hospital director and bodyguards:

"...Young Masters Wu Chen and Wu Qian were attacked by people disguised as medical staff during their transfer. They were injected with an unknown liquid and are currently unconscious and undergoing emergency treatment..."

"...Young Master Chen Yifeng's medication was changed in his hospital room. He was diagnosed with 'contact with a highly infectious pathogen' and has been placed under mandatory quarantine..."

"...Young Masters Liu Sheng and He Ziming have inhaled an unknown nerve-numbing agent and are in a deep coma. The source of the poison has not yet been identified..."

"...Mr. Wu Jun was frightened again, fell into a coma for the second time, his head was shaved off—the character for 'death' was written on his forehead, and a red line was drawn on his neck..."

Grandpa Wu slammed the phone to the ground!

"Bang--!!"

The earpiece exploded!

"This is outrageous!!!"

The old man roared, his face flushed red, and the veins in his neck bulged:

"Call the police! Call the police immediately! This is a terrorist attack! It's attempted murder!!"

In several other places, Old Master Chen, Old Master Liu, and Old Master He—all three had ashen faces, but their eyes held a profound sense of powerlessness.

They also wanted to call the police.

But "Would calling the police... be of any use?"

"The other party left no evidence."

"Disguised as medical staff, they infiltrated undetected."

"Changing dressings, poisoning, shaving heads, drawing lines—all in blind spots or surveillance blind areas."

"The bodyguards were simply taken down with precision; no one died, and no one saw the attacker's face."

Even if they catch them... will they admit that Zeng Linglong ordered it?

The main hall was deathly silent.

Grandpa Wu took a deep breath in his room and made a phone call using a landline.

It's Old Liu.

"Old Wu..." Old Liu's voice was tired and heavy.

"I know your current situation."

"I know...you suspect who did it."

Old Master Wu gritted his teeth: "General Liu! This is outrageous! This is blatant retaliation! Doesn't your military care?!"

Old Liu remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, he slowly opened his mouth:

"I can't control that."

Grandpa Wu was stunned: "What?!"

"It's not that I don't want to get involved." Old Liu's voice was filled with deep helplessness.

"It's not that I can't control it."

"You should already know what your companies' businesses and personnel overseas are suffering."

"That's a global manhunt order."

"It was Death himself who gave the order."

"Death?" Old Master Wu's pupils contracted.

"Yes." Old Liu lowered his voice:

"grim Reaper."

A name taboo in the global assassin community.

"The god of the Shadow Assassins organization..."

"I know who he is, and you, Mr. Wu, also have the authority to know who he is!"

"He is the sharpest thorn in Zeng Linglong's side, but you can't stop him!"

"If I were to forcibly stop him now within the country, forcing him to cease his actions..."

Old Liu paused, each word like a shard of ice:

"Then your relatives and children abroad—they won't just be missing, or they won't be facing intimidation, but death notices."

So... Death won't stop until the truth of this incident is revealed.

If things go too far, Wu Jun and his ilk will face consequences that go beyond mere intimidation.

Death will personally kill all these people in the capital, leaving no evidence or clue.

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

"This is a vicious cycle."

Old Liu's voice continued, carrying an almost cruel clarity:

"Domestically, you can call the police, exert pressure, and use your connections."

"But what about overseas?"

"Will those assassins, mercenaries, gangsters... listen to me?"

"Will you listen to anyone?"

"They only listen to 'Death'."

And the orders from Zeng Linglong's subordinates, who had become madmen.

"And the only thing that can make 'Death' stop these madmen is..."

"The person who can untie this knot..."

Old Liu took a deep breath:

"There's only one person."

"Zeng Linglong".

In the main hall, Old Master Wu looked ashen-faced.

He understood.

As long as Zeng Linglong remains unconscious and does not order a halt—

This relentless, precise, and terrifying "care" directed at him—and other families—will never end.

That's all I have to say.

Old Liu concluded by saying:

"Report what needs to be reported to the police, and investigate what needs to be investigated."

"But the consequences... you should weigh them yourselves."

The phone hangs up.

Old Master Wu slumped in his armchair, his eyes vacant.

for a long time.

He slammed his fist on the armrest, his voice hoarse like that of a wounded old beast:

"check……!"

"Investigate for me—!!"

"Which bastard inside man sold Zeng Linglong's whereabouts to those foreign scum?!"

"We've been dragged into this mess!!"