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

"Bullshit!" Baroque roared even louder, taking a step forward to stand in front of Zero, almost face to face.

Am I not your brother? Who among those standing here isn't your brother?

How many brothers' lives have you saved over the years? How many bullets and knives have you shielded for? Now that you're standing here, you're a member of Hellfire. Do you think I don't know what you're up to?

You just don't want to drag Hellfire down with you! You don't want to drag down all these brothers here! Because you know that as long as all of Hellfire's open combat forces come out to help you, the whole world will know that Squad Zero is Hellfire's hidden blade.

At that time, the entire Hellfire Mercenary Group will become the target of everyone's hatred, opposed by almost all countries and dark forces in the world! Is that what you think? Tell me?

Zero bit his lip, blood seeping out, but he didn't speak, tacitly agreeing.

Baroque looked at him, his furious tone suddenly softening, replaced by a sense of weariness and gravity: "Young man, your overall perspective is still lacking..."

He turned around and looked at all the mercenaries below the stage, who were holding their breath.

"This rescue operation can only be a blitzkrieg with overwhelming firepower! We must rescue the hostages by speed and deception before other forces and national armed forces can react."

He turned abruptly, pointed at Zero, and announced to everyone:

"Therefore, this time we must use the full strength of the base, with the most intense heavy firepower, to catch them off guard! We are not an official force of the Dragon Kingdom, so our actions can make them mistakenly believe that it is a personal revenge, giving them no time to react correctly."

"This large-scale operation is also the ultimate test for you, Zero!" Baroque's one eye blazed. "You, Zero, are in full command! The three of us old guys will back you up and give you strength."

He opened his arms wide, as if to embrace the entire base:

"Everyone in the base, including the three of us, lives a life of constant danger! We eat and drink our fill today, but we might be going to see God tomorrow. But who is Hellfire afraid of? I slaughtered Baroque, and I should have died twenty years ago! I'm lucky to be alive today."

He suddenly turned around and roared at all the mercenaries below the stage, "You! Tell me! Are you afraid?"

"We're not afraid..." A thunderous response erupted instantly, the sound waves soaring into the sky. Intense camaraderie and fearless ferocity filled the heavens and earth, shaking everyone to their core.

The little sparrow's tears flowed again, but this time, it wasn't just because of fear and sadness.

Baroque walked to her side and, in a gentler tone than he had ever used before, ruffled her hair:

"Girl, don't cry. From the day you were rescued by human traffickers and brought here, you have been one of us, our family and comrades."

Although I, Blood Butcher, am cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, I only kill those who deserve to die, or those who shouldn't be alive. Don't worry, your parents will be fine this time.

He stood tall, his single eye gleaming with a fierce, domineering light.

"Once Hellfire unleashes its power, all dark forces and terrorist organizations will have to retreat! Including some insignificant little countries! Because if we go berserk, those so-called terrorist organizations are nothing but children playing in the mud!"

The next moment, Baroque, Xue Yan, Silence, Zero, and Little Sparrow swiftly left the training ground and entered the core command room. The gears of the great battle began to turn wildly.