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

Zeng Linglong and Li Weiguo sat facing each other.

On the coffee table were two freshly brewed cups of tea, steaming gently.

But nobody touched it.

The atmosphere was as heavy as solidified lead.

"Uncle Li."

Zeng Linglong's voice broke the silence.

He recounted in detail the intelligence and leads regarding the Cosmic Organization.

His gaze was fixed directly on Li Weiguo.

"Now, I want your people, along with Xiaoya, Baijiu, and the military—"

"Join forces and focus on investigating this cosmic organization."

Li Weiguo nodded.

I picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"That's no problem."

"I will have someone contact Xiaoya regarding the relevant intelligence."

He put down his teacup, his eyes becoming deep.

"Just Little Dragon—"

"I've just received some intelligence."

"It was brought up by our staff."

"I came here this time to talk to you in person."

Zeng Linglong frowned slightly.

"What intelligence?"

Li Weiguo took out a kraft paper file folder from his briefcase.

Place it on the coffee table.

"Yesterday, we arrested a citizen from the Sun Country."

"I initially thought he was a spy."

"but--"

"After his communication devices were decrypted, we discovered—"

"He is a spy for the Cosmic Organization in China."

Zeng Linglong's eyes narrowed suddenly.

Hidden subplot?

Is the Cosmic Organization's secret network in the Dragon Kingdom?

Li Weiguo continued:

"Meanwhile, he is plotting—"

"Regarding your assassination attempt."

"And the executors are the Second Knights Battalion."

He pushed the file folder toward Zeng Linglong.

"This is intelligence-related information."

"The documents contain the personnel configuration and specific locations of the Second Knights Battalion."

"What?!"

Zeng Linglong suddenly sat up straight!

Quickly take the file folder and open it!

Inside was a stack of documents and photos.

He flipped through the pages quickly, his eyes sharp.

Personnel list.

photo.

Hideout location.

Everything is available.

But Zeng Linglong's brows furrowed even more deeply.

He stood up.

He paced back and forth in the study.

The footsteps were heavy and hurried.

"wrong……"

He muttered to himself.

"This isn't right..."

Li Weiguo looked at him.

"What's wrong?"

Zeng Linglong stopped in his tracks.

He turned around, his gaze complex.

"Uncle Li, Xiaoya has been keeping an eye on Wu Jun."

"Why is there another hidden agent now, launching a mission to assassinate me?"

He paused.

"Could it be—"

"Has Wu Jun broken his promise within the Zhou organization?"

"or--"

"Has the Cosmic Organization discovered that Wu Jun is being monitored and has already set up another surveillance network?"

His eyes sharpened.

"Just how many undiscovered secret agents does the Zhou Organization have in China?!"

Silence fell over the study.

Only the wall clock made a "tick-tock" sound.

Zeng Linglong walked to the window.

Looking at the pitch-black night outside.

All of this seemed too bizarre.

The information in the document is incredibly detailed.

It was so detailed that it seemed as if someone had deliberately delivered it to their doorstep.

But if it was given intentionally—

What is the purpose?

Was it to make him believe it, and then let him fall into the trap?

There are still...

Other purposes?

Zeng Linglong's mind was racing.

Various possibilities collide in my mind.

He turned around and looked at Li Weiguo.

"Uncle Li, where is the informant you arrested?"

Li Weiguo's face turned ugly.

"He's dead."

His voice was filled with anger.

"He committed suicide by poisoning himself as soon as we caught him."

"We only found a communication device on him."

"No other clues whatsoever."

He sighed.

"Fortunately, after his communication devices were decrypted, a lot of clues were found."

Zeng Linglong fell silent.

He committed suicide by poisoning.

There is no way to verify the truth since the dead are dead.

All of this is becoming more and more like—

A meticulously planned scheme.

He sat back down on the sofa.

Their gazes turned to Li Weiguo.

"Uncle Li, we need to have a serious talk."

"This intelligence might not be so simple."

Li Weiguo nodded.

The two began a deep and private conversation.

The contents are unknown.

The night outside the window grew deeper and deeper.

A game of strategy concerning the Cosmic Organization is quietly unfolding.

at the same time.

Another place in the capital.

The Wu family's old house.

The study was dimly lit.

Old Wu sat behind his desk.

His face was aged and tired.

Recent events have left him exhausted.

A knock came at the door.

"Come in."

The door opened.

Mr. Chen Guoqing walked in slowly.

He was holding a file folder in his hand.

Old Wu raised his head.

Seeing the file folder in Old Chen's hand, his heart inexplicably tightened.

Old Chen walked to the desk.

He didn't speak.

They simply placed the file folder gently in front of Mr. Wu.

Then, I sat down in the chair opposite.

His gaze was complicated as he looked at Old Wu.

"Take a look."

His voice was deep.

"The investigation report on the Peking Union Medical College Hospital baby swapping case eighteen years ago."

I don't know how to handle this, so I'm asking you, Lao Wu, to discuss it with me and see how to deal with it!

This information is related to Zeng Linglong, and also to the people around your grandson.

Old Wu's hand suddenly trembled.

He looked at the file folder.

He didn't ask, because he knew that if Old Chen could find him with this information, it must be something very important.

He stretched out his hand.

His fingers trembled violently.

Several times, I was unable to open the seal on the file folder.

Finally, he took a deep breath.

Tear it open forcefully.

Extract the files inside.

Turn the pages one by one.

Time passed by, second by second.

Old Wu's face grew paler and paler.

His hands trembled more and more violently.

Sudden--

"Clatter".

The document slipped from his hands.

Scattered all over the place.

But he was completely unaware.

My whole being felt as if my soul had been ripped out.

His eyes were empty.

His face aged more than ten years in an instant.

Old Chen looked at him.

He didn't speak.

Just sitting quietly.

He knew what this moment meant to Old Wu.

a long time.

Old Wu let out a long sigh.

That sigh contained disappointment, anger, and grief towards Wu Jun.

There is also an indescribable complexity.

He slowly bent down.

Page by page, I picked up the scattered documents.

The movements were slow and difficult.

Like an old man in his twilight years.

Old Chen stood up.

Help him pick them up.

The two elderly people stood facing each other in silence.

The only sound was the "rustling" of paper rubbing together.

After picking up the documents.

Mr. Wu put them back into the file folder.

Place it in a corner of the desk.

Then, I looked up.

He looked at Old Chen.

"Old Chen..."

His voice was hoarse and dry.

What do you want?

Old Chen shook his head.

"We don't talk about these things between us."

Old Wu stood up.

I walked to the window.

Looking at the night outside.

His back was hunched and lonely.

Old Chen, we're all old foxes, let's not talk about Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, let's just get straight to the point.

Old Chen then stood up as well.

He walked up to Old Wu.

Two elderly people stood side by side.

Silent for a long time.

This silence is not tacit understanding, but a silent confrontation and psychological warfare!

One wants it, and the other wants to give it!

But both sides are waiting for the other to break the silence first and make the first move, so as to seize the initiative.

Finally, the two of them turned around at the same time and sat back down on the sofa.

The study door slowly closed.

No one knows how long they talked.

What they talked about remains unknown.

Only the moonlight outside the window falls silently.

Witnessing this moment.