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

Nine parts.

The most secretive intelligence agency of the Ministry of State Security.

It is also the most authoritative intelligence agency.

Li Weiguo was already waiting at the door.

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

Everything is understood without words.

Li Weiguo turned around and walked forward.

Zeng Linglong followed closely behind.

Pass through the first gate – the security gate.

Fingerprint recognition.

Iris scan.

The second door – the password door.

Li Weiguo entered a password that was twenty characters long.

Each time a digit is entered, the indicator light on the door flashes once.

After all the input was completed, the door opened with a "beep".

The third gate – the voiceprint recognition gate.

"Li Weiguo".

His voice was steady.

"Identification successful."

The door opened.

The fourth gate – the facial recognition gate.

The camera scanned the two people's faces.

The red light flashes for three seconds.

"Identification successful."

The door opened.

The fifth door—the last one.

The heavy stainless steel door is at least half a meter thick.

Li Weiguo took out a specially made key.

Insert into the keyhole.

Rotate.

"Click".

The mechanical sound was deep and powerful.

The door slowly opened.

Inside, there was a long corridor.

At the end of the corridor was the interrogation room.

The door to the interrogation room was pushed open.

Zeng Linglong went inside.

His gaze fell on his assistant.

Wu Jun's assistant.

At this moment, he is sitting in the interrogation chair.

Hands, handcuffed.

He was completely dejected, like a pile of mud.

He heard the door open and looked up.

The moment I saw Zeng Linglong—

Pupils contracted violently!

My body trembled uncontrollably!

That man!

The man who kept Wu Jun up at night!

The man who inspired so many to worship him overnight at Yueting Garden!

Right now, I'm standing right in front of him!

Zeng Linglong remained silent.

He walked to the interrogation table.

He looked calmly at his assistant.

Beneath that calm lies an endless abyss.

He said to his guards:

"Uncuff his handcuffs."

The voice carried an unquestionable tone.

The guards were taken aback.

He looked towards Li Weiguo at the door.

Li Weiguo nodded.

The guards quickly stepped forward and unlocked the handcuffs.

Then, following Li Weiguo, they left the interrogation room.

The door closed gently.

In the interrogation room.

Only two people remained.

Zeng Linglong.

assistant.

Zeng Linglong sat down opposite his assistant.

Across the interrogation table.

The two were face to face.

The distance was less than two meters.

Zeng Linglong remained silent.

He just looked at his assistant.

His eyes were like two invisible knives.

It pierced the assistant's soul.

The assistant's body began to tremble.

He wanted to avoid that gaze.

But it's impossible.

That gaze seemed to possess a magical power—

They were keeping a close watch on him.

It was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

Only the wall clock ticked away.

Every second felt like an eternity.

Zeng Linglong took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

A box of matches.

Place it on the table.

He gently pushed her toward his assistant.

smoke.

matches.

Silent communication.

The assistant reached out his hand, trembling.

He picked up a cigarette.

Take one out.

It was held in its trembling mouth.

Pick up a match.

Swipe —

"laugh--!"

The match lit up with a faint light.

The light illuminated his pale face.

It illuminated the fear in his eyes.

He lit a cigarette.

I took a deep breath.

Smoke was exhaled from the mouth and nose.

It permeated the space between the two.

I took another puff.

One more bite.

The smoke was increasing.

The assistant's tense body finally relaxed slightly.

The heart, which had been pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of the chest, calmed down a little.

Zeng Linglong remained silent.

Just looking at him.

Waiting for him.

The assistant finally spoke.

The sound was dry, like sandpaper being rubbed.

With deep weariness and endless memories.

"My name is... Dong Jian."

He paused for a moment when he said the name.

It's as if this name hasn't been used for a very, very long time.

So long ago, it's almost become unfamiliar.

"This name..."

He gave a wry smile.

"I've almost forgotten myself."

He took a deep drag of his cigarette.

His gaze became unfocused.

It's as if I'm looking at myself from many years ago through the void.

"So many years..."

Outsiders call me General Manager Dong, or Assistant Dong.

"Plus, being by Wu Jun's side brought with it the vanity that comes with power—"

"It has made me completely lose myself."

He took another deep drag of his cigarette.

His gaze became complicated.

"Until this time—"

"My boss, whom I've served for twenty years, is planning to cruelly and viciously silence me."

"Until I was caught here—"

"I suddenly realized."

He raised his head.

Looking at Zeng Linglong.

"So, my name is Dong Jian."

"A person who is dispensable."

"A figure beside Wu Jun—"

"A dog that can be abandoned at any time."

He lowered his head.

He lit another cigarette.

Take a few deep breaths.

The smoke grew thicker.

Dong Jian began his narration.

The voice was slow and deep.

With a deep sense of fear.

And reverence for the past.

Let's talk about Wu Jun first.

His gaze deepened.

"He is a ruthless and decisive person."

"Having been by his side for so many years—"

"Every plan he devises—"

"It's almost flawless."

"They always manage to win from afar."

He paused.

"Outsiders almost never know—"

"How extensive is his network of connections?"

"Including his grandfather, and his family."

His voice trembled slightly.

"He can be on friendly terms with many members of foreign royal families."

"I can also shake hands and make peace with many foreign dignitaries."

"Not to mention other overseas business elites."

"Plus, he's the eldest grandson of the Wu family, and will be the future pillar of the family—"

"It can be said that throughout the entire Dragon Kingdom—"

"No one can shake his position and power."

Zeng Linglong's eyes narrowed slightly.

But he didn't say anything.

"The most terrifying thing—"

Dong Jian lowered his voice even further.

"He also has his own private army and assassins."

"So he wants to solve anything, anyone—"

"He doesn't even need to lift a finger."

"A glance, an expression—"

"That should solve it."

His eyes revealed a mixture of longing and yearning.

That was the past, a worship of power.

Respect for Wu Jun.

"And I am his left hand."

"I'm in charge of almost everything that's on the surface."

"As for the dark side—"

"It's his right hand."

"He didn't have a name, I only know that his name was—"

"Hidden One".

"He only calls me assistant."

Zeng Linglong's fingers twitched slightly.

Hidden One.

He had heard of that name before.

It appeared in Xiaoya's listening device.

Dong Jian continued:

"I know very well—"

"What Three Young Masters of the Capital? Those are just outsiders who don't know the situation."

"If Wu Jun is going to go all out—"

"Luo Haoran and Kong Zhuo are no match for him."

"Whether in official circles, in business, or in terms of personal abilities and network resources—"

"None of them could fight against him."

His gaze fell on Zeng Linglong.

His eyes suddenly filled with fear.

"until--"

"You've appeared."

Zeng Linglong remained calm.

But beneath that calm, an endless abyss is churning.

"Your schemes, plans, ruthlessness, abilities, resources, and methods—"

Dong Jian's voice was filled with deep reverence.

"They all overpowered Wu Jun."

"Especially when you return to the Zeng family under your true identity as Zeng Linglong—"

"It completely disrupted all of Wu Jun's plans."

"It also threw him into disarray."

He spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Because eighteen years ago—"

"You should no longer exist."

Zeng Linglong's calm expression finally began to waver.

The pupils contracted slightly.

His breathing became heavy.

But he still didn't say anything.

He simply took out his own cigarette.

ignite.

Take a deep breath.

hoarse voice:

"Go on."