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

Seeing that cannons had already been set up to the east, Fujiwara said maliciously to Mohan:

"Concentrate all firepower on the rooftop and suppress it!"

"Then three directions—"

"Six biological missiles, fire them all at once!"

Under drone surveillance, all the terrorists pointed their guns at the rooftop and opened fire!

Bullets rained down like a storm, striking the rooftop railing and the concrete ground, creating craters in the air.

Six terrorists lifted the biological weapon, preparing to fill it.

The skull and crossbones symbol on the shells, under the sunlight, resembled the gaze of death.

Zeng Linglong remained fearless, moving about on the rooftop.

He lowered his head, then raised it again, and fired three shots in an instant—

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three terrorists fell.

The terrorists' bullets were just too dense.

His right cheek was slashed by a bullet and bled.

He was also shot in the left arm.

Fresh blood dripped down his fingers.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two rockets were also fired.

Zeng Linglong suddenly exerted force with both legs, and while his body was still in the air, the rocket exploded beside him.

The shockwave and flames instantly engulfed him, the heat licked his back, and shards whistled past his ears.

He was thrown several meters by the shockwave and landed heavily on the ground.

"Cough cough cough..."

Zeng Linglong vomited black blood, a sign of internal organ damage.

His body was trembling, his vision was blurring, and his consciousness was wavering.

But he struggled to his feet, using the Vulcan cannon to support his body, and stood up unsteadily.

"Run! Boss! Run now!!!"

Xiaoya and the twelve communications officers saw that the terrorists had already filled the biological bombs—

Then he saw that the eldest brother was seriously injured and his voice had changed.

All the Dragon Shadow members knelt on the ground, and Tie Zhu slammed his hands against the ground violently, sending sand and dust flying everywhere.

"Boss! Run!!!!"

Their roars echoed in Zeng Linglong's earpiece, like the mournful cries of a hundred beasts.

He Jing collapsed to the ground, her words incoherent:

"Long'er...run...run fast..."

"You must be exhausted...you have no energy left..."

"Back to Mom's side..."

"Mom will cook you...something delicious..."

Her voice was broken and intermittent, and tears blurred her vision.

Her fingers scratched in the air, as if trying to grasp the figure on the screen.

In the military district's operations room, Zeng Sheng slammed his fists repeatedly on the table in a mixture of sorrow and anger.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The desktop was covered in blood and made a loud noise.

His voice was hoarse:

"Little Dragon! My son—run away—!!!"

Zeng Lingyu knelt in front of the television, tears soaking the floor.

She was also screaming:

"Brother! Brother—! Come back! You promised to protect your sister—!!!"

Grandpa Zeng snatched the communicator from in front of Old Liu, and amidst the tearful eyes of everyone in the conference room, his voice was aged and weathered:

"Little Dragon! My grandson! Grandpa is old! Grandpa can't let his son die before him—run away—!!!"

However, everyone knew that these screams and shouts were too late.

Trailing a long, fiery tail, it pierced the setting sun.

It exploded on the rooftop amidst everyone's despair.

"boom--!!!"

The flames engulfed the rooftop, swallowed Zeng Linglong's figure, and extinguished everyone's hopes.

No......!

At this moment, everyone who cares about Zeng Linglong—

They all screamed in despair, cried out, and were heartbroken.

Zeng Linglong chuckled.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his whole body trembled with intense pain.

He turned around with difficulty and fired two shots at the terrorist.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two terrorists fell.

Then, he knelt on one knee, spoke softly into his earpiece—

"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, Xiaoyu, I know you are all watching me."

"I can't go back..."

"We cannot retreat now."

"I must stand guard until the very end for my teammates, my brothers, and my country."

"Don't be sad for me."

His voice was very soft, like a whisper in the wind.

But every word struck everyone's heart like a hammer blow.

"I was born into a family, grew up in hell, and rose to fame amidst war; I was mired in my past, hid in school, and fell into conspiracy..."

At this point, Zeng Linglong gritted his teeth, knelt on one knee, picked up the Vulcan cannon, and fired at the terrorists for a while.

Bullet casings bounced around him, making a crisp sound.

Then, he listlessly put down the Vulcan cannon, chuckled, and continued speaking into his headset—

"I—slash at the enemy with my sword, my heart melts for my lover; my roots are in my family, I am loyal to my country, and I honor my brothers."

His voice grew softer, but his eyes grew brighter.

Those were the eyes of a war god, the eyes of a guardian, the eyes of Zeng Linglong.

At this moment, Zeng Linglong's veins bulged, and he stood up, holding the Vulcan cannon.

His body was trembling, and his legs were shaking—

But he stood up, straight as a flag planted in the desert.

"Hahaha--!!!"

His laughter was incredibly bold and resolute, yet also filled with immense tragedy.

The laughter echoed across the desert and resonated in everyone's heart.

Then he shouted loudly—

"A strong nation—we will fight—!!!"

"Protect—I fight—!!!"

"Loyalty and brotherhood—I will fight—!!!"

"Da da da da—!!!"

Zeng Linglong yanked the trigger towards the east, and the six barrels of the Vulcan cannon spun wildly, raining down bullets like a storm.

But spots had already appeared on his face, and his whole body was starting to itch terribly.

That's a sign of a biochemical virus outbreak.

He clenched his teeth, the Vulcan cannon roared, and his whole body muscles trembled violently.

Every cell was burning, every inch of skin was tearing, but he didn't stop, and he couldn't stop.