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

A conference room located deep underground, protected by three layers of the most stringent security system, was filled with a silent yet suffocating solemnity.

This is the sharpest weapon of the Chinese military, and also the mysterious headquarters operations room of the Fifth Category Force:

The Dragon Kingdom has an army, the army has swords, and the swords are aimed at certain victory!

These 12 words are the soul of every special forces soldier in this unit.

The conference room was decorated in a dark, somber color scheme, with the only light sources being the overhead shadowless lamps and the large electronic screen in front.

On the screen were photos of Professor Lin Shucheng and several core experts from his team, as well as a satellite map of the turbulent region.

At the head of the round conference table sat two imposing soldiers.

The officer bearing the rank of lieutenant general is Sun Zhonghua, commander of the Fifth Army, while the officer bearing the rank of major general is Zeng Yong, the eldest son of the Zeng family and chief of staff of the Fifth Army.

At this moment, their eyes are clear and sharp, containing the wisdom and composure honed through trials and tribulations.

Below the conference table sat a dozen soldiers in combat uniforms.

Each of them is a seasoned leader who has commanded various special operations forces, and their tiger-like eyes conceal cold arrogance and murderous intent.

The lowest-ranking officers were all lieutenant colonels, yet they all held their breath, awaiting the decision from above.

"Thump".

Commander Sun, sitting at the head of the table, lightly tapped his fingers on the smooth surface of the conference room, breaking the silence.

His voice carried an undeniable authority:

Everyone knows the situation.

Academician Lin Shucheng and his team are the nation's most valuable asset. Their research findings are related to the rise and fall of the country and, more importantly, to the future of the nation.

Their hearts are with the country, and now they are imprisoned. Their current situation is also crucial to the nation's survival, so a rescue plan must be implemented as soon as possible.

There is only one principle: spare no effort to ensure the safe return of Academician Lin and his team members!

"Yes...!" The generals below responded in unison, their voices resounding with the determination of soldiers.

A colonel with a fiery temper couldn't help but speak first, his voice booming with barely suppressed anger:

Damn it! These bastards just can't stand to see our Dragon Country doing well. They'll stop at nothing to hinder our development! They'll even resort to such despicable tactics.

He suddenly looked up at the Chief of Staff and the Chief of General Staff above him.

Commander! Give the orders. What should we do? My brigade is determined to complete the mission; victory is assured.

All eyes were focused on the Chief of Staff and the Chief of the General Staff, but inwardly they were cursing:

Damn! This madman stole the spotlight from the mission again. Looks like I'll just be a bystander again this time...

At this moment, Chief of Staff Zeng Yong, with a calm expression, slowly raised his head, first nodding slightly to Commander Sun and the soldiers below, and then speaking in a calm yet chilling tone:

"If they want it, then give it to them."

These words surprised a few generals, but Chief of Staff Zeng's next words instantly made everyone feel the iron will and determination hidden beneath his calm tone.

Things are inanimate, people are alive.

"If we lose our research findings, we can continue researching and making breakthroughs."

"But Academician Lin and his team members are all irreplaceable national heroes."

"If they suffer even the slightest harm!" The chief of staff's tone suddenly became more forceful, as if an ice pick were piercing everyone's heart.

"That is utter contempt and a profound insult to all of us soldiers, and it is absolutely intolerable."

At that moment, the conference room door suddenly opened, and Mr. Zeng, accompanied by two guards, strode in.

He was the teacher of many of the generals present, or even the teacher of their teachers.

Although old, his tiger-like eyes were still bright and piercing as he stared at the image of the enemy area on the big screen, his voice as steady as a rock.