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

Time in Hellfire Base is like quicksand in the desert, seemingly slow but actually passing by rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, Zero has spent another year in this nest built of steel and blood.

According to Baroque Commander's incoherent statement during a drunken episode, Zero was "probably, possibly, maybe" eighteen years old.

On this day, Zero showed a rare stubbornness that a boy his age should have, and he blocked Baroque, who was about to inspect the training ground.

"Boss," Zero tilted his head, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Shouldn't I have a coming-of-age ceremony? Like, a custom-made pistol, or a paid long vacation?"

Baroque's single eye widened instantly, its pupil darting around rapidly, as fast as a smoking fan blade.

Coming-of-age ceremony? Which day is it based on?

Should we use the Chinese time of the day he was found, or the local time of the base?

The exact date he was found... Damn it, I was so busy fighting a group of traitors that day, who could remember the exact date? There's a ten-hour time difference between China and here! This is more complicated than calculating ballistics!

The one-eyed commander was bewildered for a minute, his mind a complete mess. He couldn't figure it out, was too embarrassed to admit he'd forgotten, and couldn't explain this damned time difference.

Finally, a surge of anger welled up inside him, and he roared at Zero, his spittle almost landing in Zero's face:

"There's no fucking coming-of-age ceremony here! Only coming-of-age beatings! Should I sound the alarm right now and have everyone in the base line up for you to enjoy the pleasure of a 'mass beating'?! I guarantee you'll never forget it!"

Zero was completely bewildered by the yelling and instinctively retorted:

"Damn it! Old Cannon, are you going through menopause? Or are you just drunk too much fake alcohol and got a headache!"

After saying that, he saw that Baroque was actually reaching for the pistol at his waist, so he immediately slipped away and disappeared in a flash, leaving only a blur.

Baroque, panting heavily with anger, glared with his one eye in the direction Zero had disappeared. After a long while, he walked away cursing, "You little brat... your birthday... I forgot my own birthday..."

In the afternoon, Zero stubbornly insisted that today was his birthday (although he didn't know exactly which day it was, he felt that today was a suitable day to celebrate his birthday).

He dragged Iron Pile, Cold Thorn, and Little Sparrow along, skipping the afternoon tactical training session, and sneaked into the base's command center.

Inside the command center, a huge tactical screen flashed a silent global map, while four lawless guys sat around the command console, unceremoniously treating the place as an entertainment room.

Zero had somehow acquired a roasted chicken leg and a bottle of what looked like expensive red wine. The four of them were eating the chicken leg, drinking the red wine, and playing cards without any regard for their image.

However, there was another person next to him.

We will not go into detail about this person's gender and physique for now.

All you need to know is this: a standard military-grade round stool, when sat on by that unusually ample bottom, and wow! The edges and corners of the stool instantly disappear from view!

It's as if the stool was designed specifically to bear this weight and size. And her name is legendary—Ru Hua!

That's right, it's the name of that stunning "beauty" from Stephen Chow's "Flirting Scholar" that instantly brings to mind!

So, you, the readers, should now be able to understand her gender and her stunning looks and figure, right?

At this moment, our Comrade Ruhua is holding her face in her hands, a shy blush showing between her thick fingers, and her small eyes are shining with utmost admiration, fixed on Tiedun's honest face.

Our Comrade Tiedun, on the other hand, looked utterly miserable, his lips twitching slightly uncontrollably, and his mouth was swollen like two freshly baked sausages!