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

Three o'clock in the morning.

Dragon Kingdom.

Three large military transport planes, like three giant steel birds, burst off the runway and tore through the night sky.

The roar of the engine made the ground tremble.

They carried more than 300 peacekeepers and flew to the distant African continent—to country A.

Inside the cabin, more than 200 training team members sat in their seats.

The lights were dim, with only the faint glow of the watch face illuminating the young faces.

They were none other than the group of trainees who had just failed the initial selection process and were "snatched" by Zeng Yong into the fifth-category troops.

At that moment, they looked out at the dark night sky through the small window.

There, their comrades-in-arms reside.

Their head instructor is there.

There, lies the battlefield they desperately want to participate in.

In everyone's heart, a cry is being made:

Instructors, comrades, brothers!

Although we cannot fight together, we are both carrying out missions in the same place.

You have your battlefield, we have our war.

May my brothers be well... May you return in triumph.

The butcher sat at the very front of the cabin.

He looked at the team members, at the burning light in their eyes.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"These kids..." he muttered to himself.

"Once they arrive in Country A, they will be absolutely ferocious beasts."

At the same time. In the capital city.

The Wu family's old house.

Mr. Wu was awakened from his sleep by a phone call.

He picked up the receiver and listened to the instructions on the other end. He slowly put down the phone and remained silent for a long time.

Then he got up, put on his coat, and went out of the room.

The car drove towards the palace.

Wu Jun's office.

The corridor was deserted.

The bodyguards had already been driven away by Wu Jun.

At this moment, the entire corridor was filled only with dim yellow light and deathly silence.

The office was dimly lit.

Wu Jun sat in his office chair, and a person stood in front of him.

The man's build, height, appearance, clothing, and face were exactly the same as Wu Jun's.

That was his double, a double that only he knew about.

The strategist told him that he could no longer contact the five assassins.

Wu Jun had already realized that things might have been exposed.

Perhaps, it has already slipped out of his control.

Using a body double was his escape plan.

If anything happens, a body double will commit suicide.

He fled overseas.

If nothing happens, he will come back.

Wu Jun picked up a sheet of A4 paper and wrote a line on it:

One hundred million has been transferred to the designated account. Please check the receipt and proceed as planned.

He stood up and handed the paper to the stand-in.

The stand-in took the phone, quickly pulled it out, and checked the text messages.

The money has arrived. One hundred million.

His expression revealed a hint of relief and a hint of resolve.

He handed his phone to Wu Jun and then sat down in Wu Jun's office chair.

He pulled a pistol from his person.

Place it gently on the desk.

Wu Jun glanced at him.

There was no thank you, no goodbye.

I only glanced at it.

Then he turned and walked out the door.

The corridor was deserted.

He walked to the end, where there was a hidden door.

On the wall next to it hangs a famous painting.

He picked up the painting and pressed a hidden button with his finger.

"Click." The hidden door slowly opened.

He re-hung the painting and looked up at the corridor.

After standing there for a while, he murmured to himself, "Zeng Linglong... I will come back again."

Then, he slipped into the hidden door.

The hidden door slowly closed.

He planned everything meticulously, cleaning his office countless times.

Even their clothes and shoes have been changed.

But on the back of that famous painting, there is a tiny electronic sprite.

That muttering to myself was being listened to, and an alarm was being triggered on Xiaoya's listening terminal.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters. The cabin of a transport aircraft.

Xiaoya is resting while holding her tablet.

Her breathing was steady, but her brow was slightly furrowed.

Even in her dreams, she was thinking about the upcoming battle.

Suddenly—"Beep—! Beep—! Beep—!" The tablet computer emitted a soft alarm sound.

Xiaoya's eyes suddenly snapped open!

There was no confusion of just waking up in those eyes, only extreme sharpness!

She quickly opened the tablet, and Wu Jun's words from earlier were played:

"Zeng Linglong... I will come back again."

Xiaoya's eyes turned icy cold instantly!

"Oh no! Wu Jun is trying to escape!"

Her fingers flew across the tablet!

Quickly take control of that electronic sprite!

Just as Wu Jun entered the hidden door, the little elf silently hung on his clothes.

The hidden door is closed.

Inside, there was a secret passage.

Wu Jun turned on his flashlight and went inside.

Unbeknownst to him, a small item had appeared on his clothes.

Outside the office, in the hallway.

Fully armed soldiers have surrounded this place!

The footsteps were like muffled thunder!

Military boots, stepping on the floor!

They stormed into the office!

The bodyguards on the perimeter and inside the building were quickly brought under control!

Before the bodyguards could react, guns were already pressed against their foreheads!

"Don't move!" "Crouch down!"

The team that led the arrest operation was the company commander of the guard company.

He led several soldiers and quickly broke down the door to Wu Jun's office!

"Bang—!" The door was kicked open!

The office was dimly lit.

The stand-in sat in the office chair.

He held the gun in his right hand, pointing it at his temple.

As he watched the soldiers rush in, a cruel and resolute smile appeared on his face.

"Hahaha--!!!"

He burst into laughter.

He didn't say a word, nor did he make any unnecessary movements.

He pulled the trigger directly.

"Bang--!!!"

A gunshot shattered the deathly silence inside the room.

It also made the soldiers' hearts leap!

All of this happened so fast that the company commander had no time to react!

The body double was covered in blood and collapsed on the office chair.

Died.

The company commander approached the stand-in and confirmed his identity.

His throat moved forcefully.

He swallowed hard.

He reported to Zeng Sheng through his headset:

"Commander, it's confirmed. When we were arresting Wu Jun, he shot himself as soon as we entered the room."

"What?!" Zeng Sheng roared in the earpiece!

The sound was so loud it hurt my eardrums!

"What are you guys doing?! You couldn't even catch the person, and you let the target commit suicide?!"

But Zeng Sheng no longer had time to launch a furious critique.

Because Mr. Liu has already called.

He quickly answered the phone, just as he was about to report Wu Jun's suicide.

Then came Old Liu's hurried voice:

"Commander Zeng—! Xiaoya just called urgently! Wu Jun has already escaped! Xiaoya is tracking Wu Jun closely with a tracking device! She has already synchronized information with Weiguo's Ninth Division!"

Zeng Sheng's pupils suddenly contracted!

"Now, contact Wei Guo immediately!"

Old Liu's voice grew increasingly urgent!

"Wu Jun, we must arrest him! You must understand, Xiao Long is on a mission where he's facing a life-or-death situation! If we hold him back and distract him—how can we face him again?!"

Zeng Sheng gritted his teeth at this moment.

His expression twisted into a grimace. His son was fighting for his country; if he, as a father, were to distract his son—what right did he have to be a father?!

He ended the call and quickly ordered the guards, "Second and Third Companies, assemble immediately!"

Then, he quickly contacted Li Weiguo.

He wanted to personally lead the team and personally capture Wu Jun!

Because of the baby swap eighteen years ago!

Because my son is currently on a mission!

Because Wu Jun pulled off a clever escape and a deception!

He wanted to take matters into his own hands to vent his anger!

Countless military off-road vehicles roared as they charged out of the military district camp!

Car headlights pierce the darkness!

Engine, tearing through the night sky!