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

Special intensive care unit.

Wu Jun awoke from his coma for the third time.

My eyelids felt as heavy as iron, and it took all my strength to open them each time.

My vision was initially a blurry white light, then gradually focused—the ceiling, the IV stand.

He slowly moved his eyes.

On either side, four bodyguards stood with their hands at their sides, their faces tense, their eyes scanning every corner of the ward warily.

Safety.

It looks...safe.

But Wu Jun's heart was still pounding wildly in his chest.

That chilling fear, like a maggot clinging to the bone, did not dissipate upon waking.

On the contrary... it's clearer now.

His brain uncontrollably replayed those images:

A demon mask with blue face and fangs was pasted on the tip of its nose.

Cold fingers gripped his throat.

The sensation of the blade slowly gliding across the skin.

Bald head... red line...

"Well……"

Wu Jun let out a hoarse groan, his right hand trembling as he reached for the top of his head—

smooth.

It's cold.

Not a single hair was left.

He then touched his neck.

Beneath the gauze, the "decapitation line" drawn with a red marker, though cleaned by the nurse, still burned the skin, as if the line had been etched into the bone.

My first fear: that ever-present "evil spirit".

He can come anytime, and he can kill me anytime.

But what's even more agonizing than this is—

The second fear: the "pill" that was forcibly fed to me.

The doctor has already drawn blood for testing three times.

The results were all: "No known toxic components were detected, and blood indicators were normal."

normal?

How could that be normal?!

The bitter, fishy taste of the pill when it entered my mouth, the burning sensation as it slid down my esophagus... it was definitely not some kind of "tonic"!

An unknown poison.

The onset time is unknown.

An unknown way to die.

This torment of "waiting to die" is more devastating than being stabbed directly.

But what truly terrified Wu Jun was—

The third fear: the encrypted satellite phone that he never parted with, which was used to communicate with the organization via a dedicated line.

It was taken away.

Inside there...

There are records of all recent encrypted communications with Sloan.

The information provides cover for the identities of some members of the "Cosmic Organization" in the Asian region.

There are some coordination records of the recent "investigation operation" involving Zeng Linglong, Ye Feng, and others.

Furthermore... it involves the "switcheroo" incident eighteen years ago and the orders for the attack on Zeng Linglong.

Although all the information is written using the highest level of dynamic encryption code from the Cosmic Organization, it is virtually impossible for outsiders to crack it.

but……

"almost".

Wu Jun bit his lower lip hard until he tasted blood.

He dared not gamble.

Especially the fact that the other party was able to sneak into his heavily guarded office without him noticing, and that "death game" that still terrifies him...

How long would it take the technical team behind such people to crack the encryption code?

one day?

One hour?

Or... has it already been cracked?

"No...it can't be..."

Wu Jun was internally questioning himself:

"That's the highest level of encryption from 'Zhou'... Even the Chinese military might not be able to crack it..."

"And...my real-name information isn't on the phone..."

"Even if I get caught... I can deny it... and say the phone isn't mine..."

He tried to comfort himself with these reasons.

But the rapid beating of his heart did not slow down at all.

He must contact Slow immediately!

We must spread the news that the phone was lost, the Mad God was silenced, and the operation was a complete failure!

More importantly—we need to request the next instructions!

But here...

Wu Jun's gaze swept across the ward.

This place... is definitely not safe.

That "devil" could easily infiltrate my office and plant listening devices... It would be a piece of cake for him.

The only place he truly believed in was that place—

His private office.

That building, for which he personally designed security and installed military-grade full-band signal jammers.

Any electronic listening device will become ineffective within the shielded area.

No wireless signal can enter or exit.

That place... is an absolute information island.

It's the only place where you can make a safe phone call.

"Someone come here..."

Wu Jun struggled to sit up, but he was too weak to do anything.

"Young Master!" The bodyguard rushed forward to help him up.

"Get the car ready..."

Wu Jun was panting heavily, each word seeming to be squeezed out of his lungs:

"I need to... go back to my office..."

"Now... immediately..."

The bodyguard was taken aback: "Young master, the doctor said you must stay in the hospital for observation, at least 24 hours..."

"roll--!!"

Wu Jun suddenly burst into a hoarse roar, his eyes bulging with excitement:

"Should I listen to you... or should I listen to the doctor?!"

"Get the car ready...right now!!"

The bodyguard, terrified by his ferocious expression, quickly nodded, "Yes! Yes!"

Five minutes later.

Wu Jun walked out of the ward, still wearing his hospital gown and with a coat over his shoulders.

He kept his head down, his hat brim pulled low to cover his bald scalp.

His eyes, however, were like those of a frightened mouse, warily scanning every corner of the corridor and every passerby.

Could that "evil spirit" be mixed in with the crowd?

Will he... be waiting for me in the elevator?

Could they be... lying in ambush in the parking lot?

Cold sweat soaked his back once again.

At the same time, at an airport in a European country.

Sloan had just finished treating a gunshot wound to his thigh.

The bullet was removed and the wound was stitched up, but every step he took was excruciatingly painful.

He was pale-faced, sitting in the cabin of the private jet, holding a glass of strong liquor in his hand, which was trembling slightly.

The scene in the main hall kept replaying in my mind—

Charni's body riddled with bullets.

Ryuichi Sawada's contorted expression as he licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The cold, stone-like gaze of the god of the universe.

And then there's that final ultimatum: "If the target lives, you die."

"Damn it... Wu Jun, that piece of trash..."

Slo cursed under his breath and downed the drink in his glass.

The strong liquor burned his throat, but it couldn't extinguish the chill in his heart.

He must contact Wu Jun immediately.

Confirm the condition of the Mad God.

To convey the strategist's "new instructions".

They devised a plan to "eliminate or kidnap" Zeng Lingyu.

Time... is running out.

The plane taxis on the runway, accelerates, and takes off.

Outside the porthole, the clouds were thickening.

Slo closed his eyes and began to mentally rehearse his conversation with Wu Jun.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away—

Mountain and forest base, combat command center.

Lin Xiaoya sat alone in front of the circular control panel.

In front of her, six main screens shone with a faint blue light.

The three screens on the left display real-time footage from forty-seven hidden surveillance points inside and outside Wu Jun's office—miniature cameras installed by Ye Feng in advance, and the "electronic sprites" later deployed by Xiao Ya.

On the right side, three screens display a rapidly scrolling data stream, indicating a comprehensive cracking and reverse engineering of Wu Jun's confiscated encrypted satellite phone.

Xiaoya's fingers blurred across the keyboard.

Her eyes were fixed on the screen in the middle—a live feed showing Wu Jun being wheeled out of the hospital and into a black car.

"Finally... I couldn't sit still anymore."

Xiaoya's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling murderous intent.

She reached out and picked up the black satellite phone from the control panel.

The phone has been disassembled, and its internal structure has been fully exposed.

"The Cosmic Organization's custom-made encryption chip... triple dynamic key... self-destruct mechanism has been physically isolated."

Xiaoya muttered to herself, her fingers swiping rapidly across the touchscreen:

"Now...only one last step remains—"

"Wait for it... to ring."

She connected her phone to a dedicated signal tracking and decoding terminal.

Then, another monitoring window will appear.

A 3D structural diagram of Wu Jun's office.

The map is densely marked with more than forty red dots.

Each red dot represents a working listening/monitoring device.

Some of them were set up by Ye Feng during his last infiltration.

The other thirty-odd newly appeared purple dots are the second-generation "nanoelectronic insects" that Xiaoya put in through ventilation ducts and electrical gaps.

These "insects" are smaller than a grain of rice, have their own micro-batteries and quantum-encrypted transmission modules, can attach to any surface, and can work continuously for 96 hours.

More importantly—

When Ye Feng infiltrated last time, he had already quietly "taken over" the "military-grade signal jammer" in Wu Jun's office.

He rewrote the jammer's firmware, creating a hidden backdoor passage within it.

This channel only allows signals with specific encryption protocols to pass through.

The protocol key... is only known to Xiaoya.

In other words-

What Wu Jun perceived as an "absolute information island" has long since become...

A one-way transparent "glass fish tank".