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

Fifteen kilometers to the south.

The armed group that had been lying in wait finally began to emerge from their bunkers.

On the sand, the camouflage netting was quickly torn off—

More than a dozen desert off-road vehicles were visible, their bodies covered in traces left by wind and sand.

They quickly got into the car, the roar of the engine filling the air.

The convoy sped off toward the Second Battalion's camp.

In the passenger seat of the car, terrorist leader Mohan—

He gave the Japanese driver, who was driving, an excited yet cruel smile.

His eyes were narrowed to slits behind his goggles, and his mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

"Fujiwara-kun, drive faster! I need to take care of them quickly and get the US dollars!"

Fujiwara gripped the steering wheel calmly, his gaze fixed on the endless yellow sand ahead, his tone completely unwavering:

"Don't rush, Chief Mohan."

"Wasn't the initial 500 million yuan transferred to your account?"

"Don't worry, the remaining 500 million will be credited to your account immediately after this operation."

"Then you can retire and enjoy your old age."

"Retirement?"

Mohan's eyes were filled with ruthlessness—

His tone was filled with barely suppressed fervor—

"I will wage holy war! Holy war for God! Hahaha!"

He threw his head back and laughed, the sound particularly jarring in the wind and sand.

"Fujiwara-kun, did you promise to provide us with weapons?!"

"We need weapons of mass destruction!"

"We need biological weapons!"

"Go to holy war!"

"Go and pay tribute to the brothers who died in the holy war!"

A wicked smile curled at the corners of Fujiwara's mouth.

That arc flashed by in an instant, as fast as a mirage in the desert.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright."

His voice remained calm.

"For our victory, and for your holy war! Ha ha ha—"

He also burst into laughter, his laughter mingling with Mohan's, echoing across the desert.

The car speed continued to increase.

The last car in the convoy carried four people from the Sun Country.

Ryuichi Sawada is a hidden agent who infiltrates a terrorist organization.

the back seat of the car.

A terrorist from the Sun Country gently touches a bomb with his hand.

The movements were gentle, like stroking a baby's skin.

On the bomb casing, a skull and crossbones symbol gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

He stroked it as he murmured softly:

"The latest type of virus combining bacteria and viruses..."

"I can't wait to see its power."

His companion beside him grinned like a demon and continued:

"We'll see you soon."

"And Mohammad—his holy war may not be able to continue."

"What follows should be our era of holy war."

The First Battalion finally arrived at the Second Battalion's camp, one kilometer to the west and south.

More than two hundred armed men spread out in a fan shape, pointing their guns at the camp.

The wizard lay prone behind an off-road vehicle, observing the camp ahead through binoculars, his gaze as cold and sinister as a snake.

Inside the camp, none of the Dragon Shadow team members showed any fear.

Their eyes held only the most primal wildness—

Fierce and ruthless.

This is exactly the effect Zeng Linglong wanted.

Human potential is limitless.

He wanted to build confidence in these team members.

Then it is pressed.

Until the final eruption.

The lone wolf lay prone inside the camp's cover.

He saw the enemy slowly approaching from the west.

The neck swayed slightly, making a soft "click-click-click" sound from the joints.

His face, covered in paint, bore the fierceness of a wolf king.

His gaze saw no enemy—only prey.

He licked his chapped lips and lightly placed his finger on the trigger.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex leaned against the corner of the wall.

He carried the Vulcan cannon on his shoulder, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The smoke twisted and rose in the hot air.

He rudely spat out the cigarette.

The cigarette butt flicked twice on the sand, sending up a few sparks.

His gaze fell on the first battalion to the south.

That was the oppressive aura of a dragon, a sharp and disdainful presence.

Vultures on the rooftop of the Second Battalion's barracks.

From their elevated position, they were also aiming their sniper rifles at the southern location.

His breathing almost stopped, and his heartbeat slowed to a pendulum.

His imposing presence was like that of a raptor in the sky, ever-changing.

But his gaze was cold and fierce, as if he were locking onto any prey.

In the sniper scope, the crosshairs moved slowly.

They swept through every corner where the enemy might be hiding.

When Zeng Linglong saw the First Battalion assembling one kilometer to the west and south, a wicked smile crept onto his lips.

He had calculated it correctly—the experience of the Fourth Battalion had made the other side wary.

However, the bombs he had Li Wuguo and Zhang Zheng planted to the south and west were exactly one kilometer away.

The enemy thought they would be safe once they retreated one kilometer.

They were unaware that their own command of operations never followed conventional methods.

The Emperor's Eye's combat commands are equally efficient and precise.

He ordered rockets from three directions to attack the Second Battalion's camp simultaneously.

Then, rapid-fire artillery and howitzers from the south and west will provide fire support.

His fingers moved inch by inch across the map, each firing point meticulously calculated.

But he didn't know that Zeng Linglong had already anticipated his moves.

The moment the order for Operation Emperor's Eye was issued—

Ye Feng and Vulture's sniper rifles fired simultaneously.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two tungsten steel armor-piercing projectiles tore through the air and accurately hit two rapid-fire artillery pieces to the south.

The cannon barrel was pierced, the ammunition exploded, flames shot into the sky, and fragments flew everywhere.

The howitzer on the west side was destroyed simultaneously by several other snipers.

The gunner didn't even have time to scream before he was blown into the air.

Qi Liang and the demolition expert simultaneously pressed the remote control—

Boom boom boom—!!!

Violent, consecutive explosions rang out from the south and west.

Sand and gravel flew everywhere, and dust filled the sky. The battalion's position was bombed into pieces.

However, since the battalion's forces were relatively dispersed, the losses were not fatal.

The wizard remained calm in the face of danger and roared into his headset:

"Find cover in sand dunes and rocky hills!"

"Suppressive fire from the gunners!"

"Fire the rockets!"

"Sniper, quickly find a high vantage point and a sniping position!"

Before the words were even finished, smoke grenades and tear gas were fired in succession from the Second Battalion's camp.

Thick white smoke quickly billowed out.

The wizard and the entire battalion's position experienced blurred vision and tears streamed down their faces.

Coughing erupted incessantly, and the situation descended into chaos.

The lone wolf, as swift as a wolf, burst out of cover and into an off-road vehicle.

Start the engine, shift gears—

"boom--!"

The engine roared.

The three men exchanged a smile, a smile that reflected the excitement of a hunter spotting his prey.

The SUV sped off.

The lone wolf gripped the steering wheel tightly with his left hand, and an assault rifle was sticking out of the car window.

The co-pilot extended the Vulcan cannon as well, its barrel trembling slightly in the hot air.

The crew members in the back seat opened the sunroof and mounted a heavy machine gun on the roof.

"Da da da da—!!!"

All three fired simultaneously toward the west.

The off-road vehicles kicked up a cloud of dust, and bullets rained down on the enemy camp like a storm.

The Dragon Shadow team members had already unleashed a thunderous roar.

But they didn't know.

Zeng Linglong didn't know either.

Ryuichi Sawada has sounded the call to death.

The terrorists were carrying deadly biological weapons.

It is coming soon.