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

At this moment, the base commander finally recovered from his initial shock and roared, "What the hell are those Hellfire lunatics trying to do?"

It's just that a few hours ago, a dispute over a batch of weapons resulted in the injury of a few of their soldiers. Why are they so aggressive?

However, they also knew that thinking about these things now was pointless, so they could only order an immediate counterattack.

"They don't have many men! Concentrate your fire on those tanks!" the commander roared over the radio.

Suddenly, all communication channels were filled with a piercing noise. "Dream on," Little Sparrow chuckled in the command vehicle, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Now you're deaf and blind."

Enemy soldiers began pouring out of their barracks, launching a fierce counterattack with their numerical superiority. Bullets rained down on the tank armor, making a clanging sound.

"Damn it, these bastards are courting death!" Ironclad cursed, maneuvering the tank to crush an obstacle. "Need backup!"

Assault team, flank from the left. Sniper team, prioritize eliminating officers. Zero calmly issues the order.

Zero personally led the assault team out from the flank, his modified rifle firing precise bursts, each short burst taking down an enemy. His movements were like a ghost, always changing position before the enemy could aim.

"Grenade!" a team member shouted. Zero barely looked, raised his gun and fired, detonating the incoming grenade in mid-air.

"Great job!" The team members' morale soared.

Meanwhile, the Cold Thorn team had stormed the command building from the inside. "Command post located; clearing operations underway."

The sound of cold stabs was accompanied by the faint sound of silenced weapon fire.

One minute later, Zero, Cold Thorn, Iron Pit, and Little Sparrow arrived at the corner of the corridor of the hostage detention center at full speed.

Zero made a sudden, forceful gesture, and the group froze instantly in the shadows of the corridor.

Fifteen meters ahead, a reinforced blast-proof iron gate blocked the way, with twelve fully armed guards standing guard outside in a crossfire formation.

"Tough nut to crack," Ironclad muttered under his breath, already calculating how much explosives he would need.

Cold Thorn had silently drawn his twin blades, his eyes flashing with a cold light before the hunt.

Zero quickly typed the tactical hand signals: "Cold Spurs on the left wing, Ironclad on the right wing, I'm in the middle. Sparrow, prepare to disrupt."

The little sparrow nodded, its fingers flying across the miniature control panel: "The light will flash in three seconds, and the monitoring will loop."

"action!"

The lights suddenly flickered violently, and in the instant the guards instinctively squinted, three dark figures pounced out like the Grim Reapers.

Zero fired two precise shots from his modified rifle, and the two guards at the farthest point fell to the ground.

At the same time, he slid to the side to avoid a burst of bullets. The third bullet was fired from an incredible angle and hit the third guard between the eyebrows.

Cold Thorn moved like a dancer in the night, its double blades tracing deadly arcs. A flash of silver light, and blood spurted from the throat of a guard on the left; turning and crouching, another dagger plunged into the heart of a second guard.

The third guard had just raised his gun and aimed when Cold Thorn was already close enough to strike his throat with his elbow, followed by a fatal blow with his dagger.

Ironclad chose the most brutal method. The heavy machine gun roared and spat out flames, instantly tearing the three guards on the right side apart with a hail of bullets.

One of the guards attempted to throw a grenade, but Iron Pile fired first, hitting the grenade in mid-air. The explosion blew the last two guards away.

The entire process took less than ten seconds, and all twelve guards fell to the ground. Zero was already standing in front of the iron gate: "Explode!"

The iron block was quickly covered with directional explosives:

With a deafening roar, the iron gate collapsed inwards. Before the smoke had even cleared, the team had already rushed inside.

The sight sent a chill down everyone's spine—two terrorists held pistols tightly to Professor Lin and his wife's temples, while the other researchers huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

"Don't move! Take another step and I'll shoot!" the older terrorist roared, his arm trembling slightly with tension.

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the younger terrorist:

If I'm not mistaken, you guys are the famous "Squad Zero"... Turns out you're even younger than the news says.

It seems you're in cahoots with Hellfire, and you're not here for revenge, but to rescue these Chinese experts, right?

Zero raised his hand to steady his team, his gaze coldly locking onto the target. Little Sparrow saw her parents with guns pointed at their heads; her heart nearly stopped, her fingers gripping her weapon tightly, but her professionalism kept her calm.

The first part of your question is correct. As for the second part, this is the only answer I can give you: you kidnapped people for money, and so did we rescue them.

So everyone relax. Since we're all in this for money, there's bound to be an opportunity to cooperate, right?

Zero said with a relaxed and shameless expression, "I don't care what they do. It's up to you two to decide. So...!"

The older terrorist laughed maniacally: "You think we'd believe that?" He pressed his pistol even harder against Professor Lin's head, who groaned in pain.

In that instant, Zero noticed a moment of relaxation in the two terrorists, and a tiny lapse in attention—less than 0.5 seconds—as they glanced at Professor Lin.

Zero's right hand twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Bang! Bang!" The two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

A bloody hole suddenly appeared between the older terrorist's eyebrows, his eyes filled with disbelief. The younger terrorist's throat was pierced, blood gushing out, and Zero and Cold Thorn simultaneously withdrew their pistols.

Little Sparrow and Iron Pile pounced almost simultaneously with the gunshot. Iron Pile caught Professor Lin as he fell forward, while Little Sparrow supported the terrified Mrs. Lin.

"Clear them!" Zero shouted sharply. "Quickly check the hostages' condition!"

The little sparrow suppressed its urge to rush towards its parents and professionally checked the other hostages: "All hostages are safe and have no obvious external injuries."

Professor Lin stood up, trembling, and looked at Zero: "Who exactly are you people? Why did you save us?"

Zero exchanged a glance with Cold Thorn, Iron Pier, and Little Sparrow, and the four of them nodded slightly at the same time.

"Time doesn't allow for a detailed explanation," Zero looked Professor Lin in the eye. "All I can say is that I am from China, and the three behind me are also from China. Please trust us and cooperate with the evacuation."

Professor Lin looked at the faces of the group and knew that this was not the time to dwell on things. Since things had already come to this, he might as well trust a few young Chinese people. His doubts disappeared, and he said, "Thank you in advance. We will cooperate fully."

"Very good. Iron Bomber clears the way, Cold Spike brings up the rear, Sparrow guards the hostages in the middle. Evacuate quickly according to the predetermined route!"

The team quickly organized the hostage evacuation. As the little sparrow passed by her parents, she knew it wasn't the time to reunite them, so she deliberately suppressed her emotions and said, "Please stay close to me, I promise to take you home safely."

Mrs. Lin suddenly grabbed her arm: "Wait, you..."

The little sparrow felt a pang of anxiety, fearing it would be recognized.

You look familiar to me. Shall we meet?

Zero quickly said, "Madam, this is not the time to speak. Please…!" Madam Lin nodded understandingly and finally looked at the little sparrow gratefully, saying, "Little girl—thank you."

The little sparrow breathed a sigh of relief, but a pang of sadness welled up inside her: "It's what I should do. Now please go quickly."

Zero had already given a hand signal from ahead: "The passage is safe, everyone proceed quickly!"

Several people escorted Professor Lin and his wife and others quickly through the corridor, advancing towards the exit. Shouts and gunfire from the enemy could be heard in the distance behind them, but were effectively suppressed by the sniper team and the outer perimeter members.

"Target confirmed! Everyone cover us! Control all dangerous elements!" Zero shouted as he directed his team to escort the hostage.

Dr. Xue Yan's special potion was launched into the area surrounding the base, and a light mist began to spread. Enemies who were trying to reinforce or escape began to feel dizzy, weak, and powerless.

The last hostage was put into an all-terrain vehicle that had arrived at the rendezvous point in advance.

Zero glanced back at the base engulfed in flames and chaos, and pressed the communicator:

"Homeland is back! All teams, evacuate as planned! Repeat, evacuate as planned!"

The convoy, like arrows, shot into the pitch-black night, speeding off along different predetermined routes. Behind them, only explosions and chaotic gunfire could be heard.

Zero sat in the lead car and glanced at the little sparrow's parents beside him, who were still in shock but were now safe.

He then confirmed the evacuation status of the other groups via an encrypted channel, and finally whispered into the communicator: Mission accomplished, time 4 minutes and 56 seconds, brothers, we're going home.

In the night sky, the plane quietly turned and flew towards the beautiful airport in the country that would soon become a transit point.

A lightning-fast rescue operation, thanks to meticulous planning, top-notch technology, and fearless execution, came to a perfect close.

However, the direct traces belonging to "Hellfire" could not be erased, and the crisis for Hellfire and Squad Zero was quietly approaching.