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

"Wait—!" Ryuichi Sawada suddenly interrupted.

His expression turned serious.

"Chief, deputy chief! The second battalion commander is a madman—and the first battalion commander is a wizard, both of them have terrible tempers."

"Neither of them would give in to the other."

"With the entire Knights Battalion going there without a single person in command or capable of keeping order, some mistakes are bound to happen."

His tone was pleading, and his gaze swept over the two of them:

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and we absolutely cannot let Zeng Linglong return to the Dragon Kingdom alive."

"Therefore, to ensure absolute certainty—"

He pointed to himself.

"I volunteered to go and take command myself."

"But I'm not a combatant."

"In addition, these people all act under the leadership of the deputy leader."

"I don't know if it will work in the past."

The Emperor smiled.

That smile carried both disdain and trust.

"How can we let you go, strategist? You are too old and it's not suitable for you."

His gaze deepened.

"But the strategist also reminded me. These lunatics need someone who can keep them in check."

He stood up and looked at Zeus.

"So, I'll go instead. Chief, I'll take another group of guards with me."

"I will personally oversee the operation—Zeng Linglong and his Chinese special forces will have no chance of escape!"

Zeus looked at the Emperor's Eye, at his brother who had followed him for many years.

He nodded.

"Alright! Then we'll have to trouble you, Deputy Chief. We'll be waiting for your triumphant return."

The emperor revealed a violent smile.

That smile was cruel and bloodthirsty.

"It's been a long time since I've had any activities."

He licked his lips, revealing a longing and thirsty expression.

"This time, let's taste the blood of the Dragon Kingdom and see if it's delicious. We'll also bring Zeng Linglong's head to you."

He waved his hand: "Alright, Chief, you and the strategist just wait for the good news. I'll go make preparations now."

He turned and walked towards the door.

In the instant he turned around—before Zeus could see him.

Ryuichi Sawada's lips curled up slightly.

That was a devilish sneer.

His gaze was cold as he looked at Di Yan's retreating figure.

I watched him walk out of the room.

Then he turned and left the room.

Ryuichi Sawada returned to his room.

close the door.

Locked.

Listen carefully to what is happening outside the door.

After confirming that no one was around, he quickly entered the secret room.

Deep inside the secret room, an encrypted communicator lay quietly on the table.

He walked over, sat down, and put on his headphones.

Fingers type a string of numbers on the keyboard.

The call was connected.

His voice, filled with respect, excitement, and a suppressed madness that had lasted for half a century, cried out: "Your Majesty—!"

A synthesized electronic voice came from the other end of the phone, cold and emotionless: "Sawada-kun."

Ryuichi Sawada's voice was urgent and excited:

"Zeng Linglong and his Chinese special forces should have already departed! All the Knight Battalions and the Imperial Eye are also preparing to head to Country A!"

"Good." The Emperor's voice remained cold. But Sawada Ryuichi could hear the satisfaction beneath that coldness.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

The emperor's electronic voice grew louder and louder.

"First, we can eliminate Zeng Linglong and his Dragon Kingdom special forces! Second, we can deal with the Knights' Camp and the Emperor's Eye! Third, we can then launch an operation against the God of the Universe!"

He took a deep breath, his voice becoming fervent:

"The Cosmic Organization is about to become the Empire's possession!"

"The Empire has no shortage of warriors. Wait until the Knights Camp is completely wiped out."

"The warriors of our empire are just another knightly order!"

"And you, Sawada-kun, already control the network and resources of the Cosmos Organization."

"At that time, members of royal families, political, military, and business leaders from other countries will all be at the empire's disposal!"

The emperor's voice was seductive.

"When Sawada-kun returns to Japan, I want to personally celebrate your success."

Ryuichi Sawada's face revealed a frenzied excitement.

His eyes shone in the darkness.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" His voice trembled.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty! I have already made contact with the terrorist organization."

"Imperial assassins have also infiltrated their organization."

"Biological weapons are also in place."

"When Zeng Linglong and the Knights are both severely weakened—they will all become dead souls on our weapons!"

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"By then, all members of the terrorist organization will also be eliminated by our biological and chemical weapons."

"Nobody knows it was us."

"Terrorist organizations are just scapegoats."

The Emperor's voice carried approval:

"Then let's wait for good news from Sawada-kun."

"Imperial warriors will be heading to your Cosmic Organization headquarters soon. The life of the Cosmic God should also come to an end."

The electronic voice seemed to carry a hint of laughter:

"Congratulations in advance to Sawada-kun for becoming the new leader of the Cosmos Organization. For becoming another—God of Cosmos."

The phone call ended. "Beep—beep—beep—" The busy tone echoed in the closed room.

Sawada Ryuichi put his phone into the drawer.

The movement was slow, almost ritualistic. Then, he turned around.

Facing the wall of the secret room were the three memorial tablets.

He knelt down.

In the darkness, only his eyes, like those of a venomous snake, stared at the three memorial tablets.

His hands slowly opened.

His mouth slowly opened.

"Click-click-click—click-click-click—"

It was a soft laugh.

It came out from deep in his throat, suppressed and low.

then.

"Hehehe—hehehe—"

It was a faint smile, like the whisper of a devil.

then.

"Hahaha—hahaha—hahaha!!!"

That was laughter, madness, unrestrained joy, like a volcano that had been suppressed for half a century finally erupting!

Laughter echoed in the secret room.

It crashed into the wall, crashed into the ceiling, crashed into those three memorial tablets.

The echoes, layer upon layer, were like the wailing of hell.

Suddenly—the laughter stopped.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Those tears were murky and scalding hot.

It flowed down his wrinkled face and dripped onto his withered hands.

Those tears contained conspiracy, sin, and resentment.

There was also a half-century of waiting.

He knelt there.

Tears streamed down her face. Silently.

Three memorial tablets stood silently in the dim light.

That was his father, his brother and son, and his imperial dream.

Tonight, he can finally bring them peace.

The border of Country A. Transport planes travel through the night sky.

Inside the cabin, 132 Dragon Shadow team members are making final preparations.

Little did they know that what awaited them ahead was not just the Second Knight Battalion.

There were also the Knights' First Battalion, Third Battalion, and Fourth Battalion.

There was also the Emperor's Eye and his personal guards.

There are also terrorist organizations.

There are also biological weapons.

There is also a shocking conspiracy that has been planned for half a century.

But they knew that no matter what lay ahead, they would go to protect it without hesitation.

Because they are special forces soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom, warriors of hell, and shadows of the dragon.

They are not only killing machines protecting the Dragon Kingdom's land, but also elite soldiers under Zeng Linglong, the captain of the Dragon Shadow Battalion.

Zeng Linglong sat in the cockpit with his eyes closed.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest.

That's him thinking, deducing, and predicting.

But he didn't know that the venomous snake lurking in the shadows had already bared its fangs.

Outside the window, the sunlight was incredibly dazzling.

And a storm is about to break.