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

Wu Jun's private fortress, his office.

His assistant was also released! He was waiting for him at the office door.

Wu Jun sat back on his "throne".

His assistant stood respectfully before him, his face also looking somewhat haggard, but his eyes still sharp.

"Inside... what did they interrogate you about?" Wu Jun's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

"Young Master, no," the assistant replied quickly and confidently. "I was locked up with all the bodyguards; no one was interrogated alone."

Wu Jun didn't speak, but his cold eyes, like searchlights, slowly scanned every corner, every inch of the floor, and every ceiling of the empty office.

"Young Master, the first thing I did upon returning was to have a full medical check-up conducted."

The assistant seemed to know what he was worried about and immediately added to the report:

"The signal jammer is functioning normally, and no signs of tampering or takeover have been found."

He paused, his tone filled with absolute certainty:

"Clean. Absolutely clean."

"OK."

Wu Jun forced out a single word and waved his hand:

"Give me the detector, you can leave. Make sure no one is allowed near the office without my permission."

"Yes."

The assistant bowed and withdrew, gently closing the newly installed, heavy, custom-made door, its interior inlaid with steel and lead plates.

Wu Jun was the only one left in the room.

Dead silence.

He picked up the latest model of military-grade full-band electronic detector that his assistant had left behind.

When the switch is turned on, the detector emits a low "buzzing" sound, and the screen lights up green.

Then--

He began a second round of more detailed and obsessive examinations.

From every drawer of the desk to every screw hole in the chair, from the mirror-smooth floor and walls, even...!

He cleared out all the luxurious decorations, expensive plants, decorative vases, etc.

The room was so empty it was almost deserted, except for the huge desk and a lone high-backed chair.

The detector consistently displays green. Safe.

However, what he could never have imagined was—

Right inside the folds of his collar on the back of his shirt, a tiny electronic sprite's "electronic dust" was quietly being absorbed.

In the gap between the fabric fibers near his ankle on the left side of his trouser leg, another "dust" lurked quietly, like living moss.

The back of his assistant's tie clip, the back of the suit collar of the bodyguard on duty at the door...

More than twenty nanoscale "electronic sprites," invisible to the naked eye and completely "unseen" by signal jammers, have long been attached to every key person and key position like the most loyal ghosts.

They were remotely controlled by Lin Xiaoya, and transmitted what they saw and heard back to the base command center in real time through a hidden channel of a signal jammer that Ye Feng had quietly "taken over" and opened a back door for.

Wu Jun's every act of caution, vigilance, and overconfident "safety measures"...

Faced with dimensional reduction technology that was far beyond his comprehension...

It's just a formality.

It's futile and laughable.

Half an hour later.

Wu Jun finally stopped his almost frantic scanning.

He tossed the detector onto the table, sank deep into his high-backed chair, and closed his eyes.

His underwear was already soaked with cold sweat.

It's not from being tired.

It is a kind of physiological trembling that stems from the fear of the unknown and immense pressure.

He has to think, he has to rethink.

Grandpa's warning, the family's crushing defeat, Zeng Linglong's terrifying hidden strength...

Like towering mountains, they pressed down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

But what's even heavier is that once you step onto that road, there's no turning back... a road of no return.

a long time.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

All the fear and hesitation in his eyes were replaced by a desperate, gambler-like ruthlessness.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a brand-new, encrypted satellite phone, also from the Cosmic Organization.

Power on the device and enter the dynamic key.

Waiting for the green light to turn on for satellite connection.

Then, he took a deep breath and pressed the number etched into his very bones.

"Beep...beep..."

The dial tone sounded like a death knell in the absolutely silent room.

Ten seconds later, the call was answered.

There was no sound from the other side.

These are the agreed-upon safety procedures.

Wu Jun waited ten seconds to ensure the line was secure before lowering his voice and speaking slowly:

"it's me."

His voice was hoarse and strained.

Next, he used the most concise language to quickly and clearly report the entire process of his arrest and release, the shocking information that Zeng Linglong was the mastermind behind Longyu, and the similar arrest and release of Chen Yifeng and others.

On the other end of the phone, Slo was silent for a few seconds before asking in a digitally altered voice:

"So...they didn't hack your phone? And you didn't admit it?"

"Yes."

A twisted smile, tinged with lingering fear and a sense of relief, even appeared on Wu Jun's lips:

They made me decipher it myself... How could I possibly admit it was mine?

"They have their own conclusions, which I neither agree with, nor do they clearly have the ability to decipher them..."

His voice carried a hint of the arrogance and calculation typical of a young master from the capital:

"So, without any solid evidence, and considering our backgrounds... they had no choice but to release us."

"but……"

Wu Jun's tone suddenly turned cold, becoming extremely cautious:

"After this, we must be even more careful! Contact... must be reduced to a minimum!"

"I will obtain information about Zeng Lingyu's whereabouts as soon as possible and pass it on to the organization's mole in China through the dead mail system we agreed upon."

"But I will only provide intelligence! I will never again be involved in any subsequent action planning, personnel deployment, or issuance of operational orders!"

A cold, cunning glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had found the "perfect" way to escape:

"Doesn't Zeng Linglong like to use foreign forces to suppress us, so that no one can find any fault with him?"

"Then I'll follow his example! I'll only be an 'intelligence source,' not an 'executor'!"

"Let's see how he...how can he investigate now! How can he find anything against me!"

On the other end of the phone, Slow fell silent again, seemingly communicating or contemplating with someone at a higher level.

A moment later, an electronic voice came through:

"Okay. We'll proceed with your plan. I'll report to the strategist."

"The strategist has already said that he personally planned this operation against Zeng Lingyu. In addition, the strategist has activated all the dormant mobs within the Dragon Kingdom and arranged for five elite assassins from the 'Knights' Battalion' to secretly infiltrate the capital as a mobile force and a last resort."

"it is good."

Wu Jun responded, but the viciousness in his eyes did not dissipate; instead, it intensified.

He paused, lowering his voice even further, carrying a chilling undertone:

"There's one more thing..."

"My assistant... knows too much."

"And then there's 'Hidden One'... Although their loyalty is beyond question, Zeng Linglong's methods are impossible to guard against."

"I cannot leave any potential threats, anyone who could become a weak point, around me."

His voice was chillingly calm, as if he were discussing cleaning up two useless pieces of trash:

"After this operation is over... regardless of success or failure..."

"The organization must find a way to... eliminate these two people without a trace."

"Understood." Sloan's reply was concise and cold.

The call has ended.

Wu Jun put down the phone, slumped back in his chair, and exhaled a long breath of foul air that smelled of blood.

He stared at the empty, cold ceiling, his eyes burning with a sinister madness like a black flame.